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He's finally home. Had barely been able to wait until the semester was finally over and it's time for winter break.
Dropping his bags at the door, Bradley wonders why the house is already warm and containing all of his favorite scents combined.
He walks through the living room while sniffing the air -his heart thumping wildly- and then he can finally see into the open door through to the kitchen.
It's Mav. Humming to himself, the omega looks to be making pancakes.
And by the smell of it (and Bradley has an excellent nose), they’re his very own recipe. A bit sweeter than usual, but Mav has always had a sweet tooth, especially when he was nearing his heat.
Bradley is touched by Mav retreating to his house for his heat.
It must mean he still feels safe and protected here; and Bradley wonders whether the man had already arrived a few days prior and has perhaps already started nesting in the upstairs guest room.
“Mav, hey!” he greets softly, smiling. He knows Mav has heard him even over the loud whirring of the stove’s overhead air vent.
The radio’s on and there’s an old 50s tune playing, painting the whole scene in front of Bradley into sepia tones for a moment.
Bradley knows Mav’s heats have already started getting more infrequent, now that Mav isn’t as fertile as used to be. Because his body isn't at his prime mating and breeding age anymore, but also because he’s never carried a pup.
Bradley's sure Mav must’ve had his fair share of knots, though. Bradley growls lowly just thinking about it, even though logically he suspects one of those knots very likely belonged to his own sire.
He’s always been a quite old-fashioned and traditional alpha when it comes to courting, so he’s never asked Mav if he'd be invited into his nest. The invitation needs to come from the older omega.
There’s a tiny spark of hope in Bradley that when he’ll walk into his own room later, he’ll find a couple of his shirts missing from his closet and his comforter gone from his bed, and that they'll have been tucked into a freshly built nest in the room down the hallway.
“Welcome home, Bradley,” Mav smiles, only looking up for a second, then back to moving the finished pancake out of the pan and pouring in the batter for the next one. He smirks knowingly; can feel how his omegan pheromones are instantly reacting to the presence of the alpha in the doorway.
Bradley walks up to Mav and sniffs the air right next to him, feigning smelling the fresh, warm pancakes, when in reality his sensitive nose gets a full-on dose of Mav’s sweetness – and Bradley barely manages to not be swayed by it yet, but there’s also a hint of fresh slick in the scent.
He takes a step away to give the omega some space, but then allow a small, private smile, “Smells amazing, Mav!”
Bradley can see the full body shudder that goes through the older man.
“…thank you,” Mav breathes; jaw visibly clenching, “how hungry are you?” he adds, voice a little fainter than before.
Bradley licks his lips and lets his eyes travel down the compact curves and thick ass and thighs in front of him. When he finally looks back up to Mav, he realizes the man has caught him staring.
“I'm starving, actually.” The blush on Bradley's cheeks intensifies. He’s usually not this brazen, but Mav’s perfect scent just has let him lose it for a second.
Mav smiles again, knowingly, and plates three pancakes, grabs a bottle of syrup and pushes them into Bradley's hands. A new wave of heat-sweet scent overtakes his senses. He nearly chokes.
When did it get so strong?
(When he arrived.)
Mav runs his fingers through his hair and adjusts his belt buckle, enjoying the way brown eyes immediately follow his movements.
“Upstairs, if you don’t mind?” Mav asks, eyebrows raised, a smirk playing around his lips.
Bradley nods mechanically, “Oh. Sure. Should I eat in my room? Do you want some space?”
Mav realizes Bradley isn’t catching on and chuckles, starts pulling his dress shirt out of his jeans and walks by Bradley, to the stairway, swaying his wide, shapely hips.
Bradley definitely appreciates the sight of them and of his round asscheeks in those too-tight jeans.
“No, sweetheart,” Mav shakes his head, “you’re going to eat in my nest.”
He doesn’t wait for Bradley's reaction, which: fair, because Bradley is suddenly so laser-focussed on Mav that he doesn’t even know how he’s made it upstairs without breaking his neck.
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He’s never inhaled 3 pancakes so fast in his life and then he’s sitting in front of Mav, sweating and chest heaving; his clothes feel too tight and it looks like the older omega is seconds away from lunging at him.
Mav’s scent feeds his instinct, it’s enveloping them completely; like nothing outside of this nest even exists.
“I can’t get pregnant anymore.”
Bradley blinks. “…um. That’s okay. Why–?”
Mav looks torn between earnest and feverish, like he’s trying to stay coherent, even in this close proximity, “I need you to know this, Bradley, you will never have a pup. If you choose me.”
Bradley shakes his head to clear it, tries to breathe shallowly. His cock is so hard that his knot’s already swelling, too.
“I’ve never wanted a pup, Mav,” he says and takes Mav’s hands into his own, “Only ever wanted you. I- Mav, I already chose you forever ago.”
Mav visibly melts into himself at that.
Only their legs and hands are touching now, but all it would take is Bradley to leap forward and Mav would bare his throat.
Mav clenches his jaw again and whines, then leans back and gently pulls Bradley with him, atop him. Bradley's hips start thrusting into his clothed crotch instinctively. Slowly. Strongly.
“S-sorry, Mav, I’ve never– you feel so good..”
Mav wraps his legs around Bradley's waist and shoves his hands into Bradley's pants, gripping his soft asscheeks and spurring him on like that.
“No need to apologize,” he breathes, “you’ve been so patient and so good, baby bird. I’ve dreamed of your knot for years. You’re going to make me feel so good, baby, yeah? Going to eat my cunt and make me come on your face? Get me all slicked up for your fat knot?”
Bradley loudly growls an almost inhuman ’Yes’ and bites and sucks at Mav’s collarbone, then bends and rips down Mav’s shirt with his teeth to latch his mouth on to a peaked nipple.
“Fuck, baby– gentle!” he cries out, but it’s swallowed by a moan when Bradley instantly stops sucking and licks over and around it instead, the tip of his tongue flicking over it.
The feeling shoots right down to his clit, like Bradley's warm mouth is already between his legs, “I haven’t taken a knot in years, baby, you’ll have to stretch me nice and well first, can you do that, darling? Use those nice, thick fingers and that fist of yours?”
Bradley almost comes on the spot at Mav’s feverish instructions. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, wanna– wanna feel you, Mav. All of you, please."
“You’re gonna, sweetheart. I’ll come on your whole hand and wrist, I’ll be so wet and gaping and ready for your alpha knot.”
“Yes, fuck!,” Bradley's never been so close before while still being completely clothed, “wanna be locked in you; Mav, please, I’ll fill you so good you’ll feel it.. right here,” he says and presses down on the omega’s lower belly, “and then I’ll give you even more of my load. Make your belly swell with it.”
Mav groans, green eyes glazed over, and surges downwards a little to grab Bradley's balls through his pants, holds them and massages them through the rough jeans material, “hmhmm, nice and heavy.”
Bradley desperately humps Mav’s hand, “Yeah.. haven’t come in two weeks, Mav” he moans.
Mav slides his hand right into Bradley's pants and briefs at that and takes a hold of Bradley's hot, swelling knot at the base of his fat cock, “Such a clever boy; saved it all for my holes.”
Bradley nods, only half-understanding, he’s so delirious with want. The string of ’please, yes, please’ that tumbles out of his mouth - he doesn’t know when it started and they’ve been scent-marking each other so much that Bradley already doesn’t know when he ends and Mav begins.
Finally, Mav’s hand on his knot stills and he pushes his head up to capture Bradley's plush lips in a kiss, deepening it instantly.
“Undress me,” Mav pants between kisses, “mark me, Bradley, come on. Need you to lick me out and then put your fist in me and fuck me with it,” his words suck all thought right out of Bradley's brain, “need you to bite me, knot me and breed and claim me.”
“Yeah, fuck, I'm gonna,” Bradley nods between kisses, hands already ripping fabric and button strings.
Then he wiggles down the nest and shoves his nose between Mav’s slick dripping folds, shoves a thick finger into Mav’s ass and latches on to his swollen clit.
Mav jolts, but has nowhere to go with the strong arm that’s around his thigh. “Fuck, baby bird.. just like that. I’ll be so full of you, you’ll be in me forever.”
“Forever, Mav,” Bradley hums blissfully and puts his mouth back on to the tiny, straining clit; starts suckling gently.
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Later, when they lay spooning in the sticky nest, Mav fast asleep in Bradley's big arms, the alpha’s big veiny hand leisurely stroking over the come-inflated belly of his sated, smaller mate, Bradley's knot still lodged in Mav’s ass (they’ve been making use of both holes), the alpha nuzzles into Mav’s neck and suddenly feels vibrations coming from the omega’s throat.
Mav is purring for him in his sleep.
Bradley's heart clenches happily. No omega has ever done this for him.
He settles his head so that his nose is close to Mav’s hair and inhales deeply, feels a warm rush through his lower back and abdomen and knows he’s giving Mav another load, the sleeping from of his mate still unconsciously milking his knot.
“I love you. My Mav,” he whispers.
Mav’s purrs only gets stronger.
"My Bradley."