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“How did you make me be ok with this? When Sapnap was here I couldn't even hug him goodbye and I had really wanted to.”
George was laying on his back in Karl’s hotel bed with Karl flat on top of him. He was using one hand to hold Karl’s, and running the other up and down his back. They'd been flirting and touching all day. George knew Karl did this with all of his friends, but the intimacy was making him feel weird. Every graze of soft skin made his stomach flip upside down. Years worth of touch deprived desperation was clawing its way out of him, his mind begging him to hold it back. It’s Karl's fault, something about him had just unlocked George’s softer side. He made him so disgustingly comfortable, and got him to say things like THAT.
“I didn't MAKE you.” Karl giggled at him. “It's because I'm such a superior alpha. Even another alpha can't help falling prey to me. The Karl effect.”
“Superior alpha?! I am obviously the superior alpha.” George felt offended, even though he knew Karl was joking. Is that why he feels so calm? Because Karl is an Alpha?
“Whatever you say George.” Karl replies, his voice muffled from where he's rubbing his face across George's chest.
And what is George supposed to do? He can't just let Karl think that he’s cuddling with him because he’s his little bitch or something. Then he’d have to stop. “No, not whatever I say. Admit it. Say I'm the better Alpha!” George uses his best demanding alpha voice and flips them so that he hovers over Karl.
Karl giggles. GIGGLES! “You're being really hot right now George.”
George can’t see the color red, but he knows that in moments like this when his face warms up he's definitely visibly blushing. The knowledge always makes his face feel even hotter.
“Shut up… that's weird.”
It’s a weak reply, but his brain is struggling to keep up. Their new position has his hips dangerously close to aligning with Karls.
Karl levels him with a knowing look that scares him. George feels silly to just now realize that he's being seduced. The flirting that he thought was mostly for the cameras, was actually pretty clear advances. Karl has been working all day to get him right where he has him now. He's fallen into his trap like a fly into a web, though he's not exactly upset about it.
“What, you dont think I'm hot?” Karl asks. George does think he's hot, he thinks he's being especially hot right now. His cock thinks so too. “It's okay if you want me, you know that right Georgie?” Karl slots their legs together and ever so slightly presses his thigh to George's half hard cock.
George is really struggling to keep up now. He can't pretend that he's not turned on, Karl can feel it. But why is he even turned on anyway? George is in a dry spell for sure, but he's not exactly inexperienced. He’s fucked a handful of omegas and a few betas too but never an alpha. He knows some alphas were into that, but hasn't given it much significant thought. He doesn't know how to handle another alpha, and Karl is messing with his instincts and making him feel sort of gooey. Like his alpha actually does recognize Karl as the “superior” alpha.
At George's clear panic and lack of response, Karl had begun to pull his thigh back, and loosen his hands from where they'd been gripping George's sides. George misses the touch immediately and stops himself from making a noise.
“Or we can not, and just go back to cuddling, and be super duper normal and cool about it.” Karl cautiously backtracks.
“We're both alphas” George recalls a conversation they had a few days ago about Karl preferring casual relationships over monogamy, often with his friends. George didn't even consider that Karl could have been hinting at something like this.
“Yeah duh.” Karl giggles, trying to dispel the awkward energy. “What does that matter?”
“I fuck omegas..” it comes out unsure “...and betas” he adds after a pause. George is acting like he's never seen a person or had a conversation before in his life. Most of his brain is still stuck on the way Karl’s leg had felt between his.
“Good for you buddy.” It's condescending. “I fuck omegas, betas, aaand alphas.”
The teasing shakes George back into himself a little bit. Karl says it like it’s simple and suddenly it is. Karl sleeps with alphas and George is an alpha, what a lovely coincidence. He hesitantly lowers himself back down onto Karl’s thigh.
“Oh. I've never done that.”
“That's ok, do you want to?” Karl's voice has regained its confidence, and his hands return to their spot on George's sides.
George does want to. He doesn't know where any of this is coming from, and he's sure he will panic about it later, but right now Karl smells good and the touch feels so so nice. He wants to fuck Karl though. George doesnt think he’d like it the other way around, and getting fucked by another alpha would be so embarrassing. He just needs to get control of himself. He nods and starts to gently press himself into Karl's leg.
Karl pulls him down into a kiss. It's tentative and soft for about two seconds before it becomes warfare. George has always liked to lead the kiss, he likes the control and how his partners go pliant beneath him. Karl must feel the same, because they're harshly biting at each other and plunging their tongues into each other's mouths sloppily. They might as well be trying to eat each other, neither willing to concede. Karl makes a discontent noise, and bites George's tongue hard enough that metallic blood fills their mouths. He whines high in his throat, horrified to hear the noise escape him. Without consciously deciding to, he relaxes, obediently allowing Karl to control the kiss. Karl’s hands begin to harshly rock George faster against his thigh. George lets him, even though his cock is starting to hurt from where it's hard and rubbing against his jeans.
When they pull back for air, he’s shocked to see that Karl looks almost feral. The other alpha’s hungry gaze moves swiftly over his face, and then down the length of his body to where his hips are still weakly rutting. “That hurt” George whines.
Karl doesn't respond. He flips them so he's the one looking down at George and starts roughly pulling his pants off. Then his shirt. George lets him, but glares at him the entire time.
“You too” his hands barely reach the hem of Karl's shirt before they’re knocked away. Karl hooks his hands into the waistband of George's boxers. He glances quickly at George's dumbstruck expression, before pulling them down and tossing them off the bed.
George thinks that he should be doing something to gain more leverage in the situation, but Karl is almost scary right now. The taste of blood is still strong on his tongue, and his instincts are telling him to let the rabid alpha have its way with him. He’s completely naked in front of an alpha who is fully clothed. Its fucking embarrassing.
“Karl.” It's meant to sound demanding or like a warning, but he sounds scared, like he feels. Karl looks up at him from where he’d been admiring George's hard, flushed cock. He pulls the foreskin back, idly playing with it.
“Geeooorge.” Karl leers, smiling like a shark.
“Are you gonna suck me?” George wonders aloud.
“Nope,” Karl laughs at him again. “I’m gonna put my fingers in you, stretch you out real good, and then I’m gonna fuck your loose little hole.”
“What?” George's cock twitches at Karl’s words. He’s struggling to connect this Alpha with his goofy friend. Those words just came out of Karl’s mouth.
Karl traces his cock with his fingertips before taking it into his hand and giving him a few firm strokes. George tries not to, but can't help but groan. “Did you not understand Angel? You need me to explain it to you again?” Karl teases, making the boy beneath him squirm. He reaches past George into the bedside table drawer, and retrieves a travel size bottle of lube.
“But I want to fuck you.” George says without any real authority.
Karl nudges George's thighs. When they don't move on their own, he grabs firmly behind the knees, and forces them up and apart. His cheeks are spread enough to display his hole to Karl's predatory eyes. At the new exposed angle, George struggles and whines pitifully.
“You’re being kind of fucking dumb right now.” Karl says flatly. “Youre not fucking anything tonight Baby, you’re gonna be good and take what I give you.”
To George’s horror, his instincts have him going lax. When one of Karl’s hands moves from behind his leg he lets it fall limply to the side instead of snapping his legs together. There's a small voice in the back of his head panicking at this turn of events, but Karl has started to pet at his hole with two slick fingers. It feels really fucking good, he can hardly think past the sensation.
“That's it. Good little Alpha. Feels good doesn't it?” he hears Karl murmur to him.
Good Little Alpha. The words make a hot arousal pool in his gut, but pierce right into what's left of his pride. “Fuck you” he spits.
He registers the sound of Karl’s hand coming down against the back of his thigh, before he registers the pain. He barely has time to process that he’s just been fucking spanked, before Karl’s finger slides smoothly inside him. George knows he likes his own fingers in his ass but nothing had prepared him for how good Karl’s long ringed digit would feel. The sensation is enough to make George forget why he was mad. When the finger starts to curl up against his prostate, he hears himself making little punched out noises. Karl makes quick work of pushing in a second finger, burning slightly, but making the pleasure double. The electric feeling up his spine is unlike anything he's ever felt. He can feel himself losing what little fight he has left, as pleasure takes up the space in brain.
“You're so cute Georgie.” Karl coos. “Such a fuss over nothing. You like this. You're being so good now that I've stuffed some fingers into you. Just wait till I fill you with my cock. Gonna make you feel so good.” Karl slips a third finger into him easily and starts spreading them apart. George feels like his brain is spilling out of his ear, it's difficult to focus his eyes, and the rest of the world starts to slip into the background. A genuine smile spreads across Karl’s face when he hears George chant “Alpha, Alpha Please, Ah! Oh my god Karl... Ah!” To test his submission, Karl bares his teeth and leans toward George's neck, delighted when George adverts his eyes respectfully, and presents his throat. His reward is a harsh bite that makes him squeeze around the fingers in his ass.
“P-ple please alpha- can’t.. I-I can't..” George’s arms flail, gripping tight at any part of Karl he can reach.
Karl hushes him and pulls his fingers out. “Okay I’ve got you. We’re all right. Ready for Alpha to fuck you?”
Yes, oh fuck yes. Please. George can only think, because Karl is lifting his shirt over his head, and he’s forgotten how to speak. The sight of a lithe perfectly tanned torso taking all of Goerge’s focus.
“Answer me.” Karl pulls out his cock and starts stroking, further distracting the other man.
Karl snaps his fingers, redirecting George's attention. “Little Alpha, If you don't answer me I'm going to have to punish you, and it would be a shame since you were being so good. You've almost earned my cock.”
“Please. I want your cock. Please Karl?” It feels good to say. The shame only adds to the desire burning through him, making him sink further into submission. He just wants to be good now.
Karl nods approvingly. He positions the bottle of lube right at George's entrance, and squirts an obscene amount directly into George's hole. The cold sensation makes George jump and squeal. “Stay still. Gotta get you real wet like an omega if you're going to take my knot.” George keens, the idea of mimicking an omega for his alpha is so deliciously humiliating. He starts rocking his hips, desperate to get something back inside of him.
Karl laughs at him. “Did you like that? There you go, just like real slick.” He runs his fingers through the lube that spills from George's asshole, uses the excess on his cock.
George is worried when he feels the head against him, but Karl splits him easily thanks to the stretching and lube. There's a wet sound as Karl bottoms out, lube spilling out around his cock. Karl leans forward and peppers George's face with little kisses while they wait for him to adjust. “Okay?” he asks. The feeling is bizarre and stretching, but not painful. George nods and leans his head up toward Karl like a flower reaching for the sun. He begs with pouty lips for a kiss that Karl is happy to give him. The sweetness after so much relentless teasing soothes him and reminds him that he's just with Karl. Getting fucked in the ass by Karl, but still it’s only Karl.
When Karl starts rocking into him George feels particularly exposed for a moment. He imagines what he must look like bent in half and being forced to take it from another alpha. The thought is arousing, but then he imagines someone else seeing him like this, and the things that could be said to tease him. It makes him grimace. Karl stops “Sorry, sorry am I hurting you?”
“No! No dont stop- its just, its..” George feels so floaty it's hard to piece together what he's feeling. He feels incredible, and he liked Karl’s teasing, he just doesn't want anyone to think less of him for it. “I’m embarrassed.” he settles on.
“Oh baby” Karl coos. He starts fucking into George slowly “It’s okay to like it Georgie. Doesn't make you any less of an alpha. Just makes me more of one, right? You're just my little alpha bitch, aren't you?” George nods. “You like it when I talk to you like this too, don't you?” George nods faster. “Just feel good baby. Just let Alpha make you feel good.”
Karl lifts himself into an upright position and pushes George's legs up higher from his grip behind his knees. George’s ass lifts off the bed and Karl starts fucking him hard, ramming into his prostate. The feeling builds and spreads through him like liquid. His cock, untouched against his stomach, is already starting to form its knot.
The Alpha said he doesn't have to do anything but feel good, and the lack of responsibility is freeing. Focusing on the feeling and knowing that his Alpha will take care of everything is so nice. George shifts his focus around to all of the different sensations. The pulsing feeling every time his prostate is rammed into. The pressure of his neglected cock, pulled tight like a rubber band. The ache in his thighs from the position. How exposed that position makes him. How little and pathetic he feels, and how that somehow is one of the best things he's ever felt.
When Karl moves one hand down from behind his knee, to run a finger across his stretched rim, George obediently keeps his leg in place. He wants to stay spread out for Karl. He shifts his focus to the point of contact, loving the gentle way Karl pets him. It's a perfect contrast to the cock that's stretching the same place and rubbing it raw. Karl looks powerful, George has never seen someone look so in their element during sex. Everything about the snap of Karl's hips and his relaxed face show that he is unashamed and very very practiced. His pace is brutal now, and George can feel Karl's knot swelling.
“Will you- gonna knot me?
“You want my knot? Wanna be full? Might hurt a bit baby.”
George nods eagerly and feels the tears that had been welling up in his eyes, drip over his temples. Karl’s thrusts never stop hitting his prostate dead on. It's starting to feel like too much, and his cock aches. The red pleasure turns white hot and grows tighter and tighter. He’s desperate to knot something and the realization that he can't makes his fuzzy brain panic. “Alpha wan.. w-wanna knot. Need- needa knot sumthin.” he sobs. Karl grabs his hands and positions them to hold his own legs up. He wraps both of his own hands around George’s aching cock and starts stroking quickly.
“Knot my hand sweet Alpha. You've been so perfect. The perfect Alpha for me.” With Karl’s permission, George cums hard. His muscles seized, his head thrown back, his mouth open in a silent scream. Karl watches him shake all over, and keeps both hands wrapped tight around his knot, fucking him through it.
The moment his orgasm fades, the stimulation on his prostate is agonizing. “Ah too much! N-no more Alpha- Ah, fuck! Ahh!” He begs. Karl shushes him, and finally aims his thrust away from the abused bundle of nerves.
“A little bit longer Angel. You've still gotta take my knot.”
George is floating. His body hurts, but the feeling of being used makes it ok. When Karl’s knot breaches him, the pain feels far away. George is more occupied by the sound of Karl’s moan, and how full he feels as Karl cums inside of him. Karl softly releases George's knot, which he had still been applying a steady pleasure to. George makes a pathetic noise at the loss but is easily soothed by Karl's gentle petting. “Shh sweet boy I've got you, you did so good for me.” Karl praises as they both take a few moments to come down.
Too quickly, George feels more like himself. He can think again and feels the shame of how he's behaved wash away all of the calm, satisfied feeling he'd been enjoying. Karl is definitely going to tease him now. He can't believe he let his friend see him act like that. He turns his head away, trying to escape the other man's perception. Taking in the hotel room upsets him further, furniture and decorations but no real humanity or comfort. He wishes he was in his flat that still felt more human without any decorations.
“How long does your knot take to go down? Mine usually takes about half an hour.” George asks. He doesn’t think he could handle staying like this that long. It's growing more humiliating by the second. He feels cold and being naked is horrible right now.
“Not that long.” Karl answers casually. “I'll clean you up and take real good care of you, don't you worry.” He sounds like his usual self now.
George cringes. The soft treatment makes him feel gross. He’s not a little baby, hes a fucking alpha. He's spiraling, playing the whole event back through in his head. He can’t believe himself, he’d begged. Cried! Recalling the amount of times he’d thought of Karl as his alpha is enough to make his insides burn.
“What's up?” Karl asks. He realizes that while he's been looking away, Karl has been watching him closely.
“Nothing.” he replies stiffly.
“Nope. Talk to me George.” Karl's tone has regained some authority. He persists when George tries to ignore him. “I see what's happening in your head over there. You're dropping and I'm not gonna let you. Tell me what's wrong.”
George scoffs rudely. He's not dropping, he would know if he was. Karl’s being ridiculous.
“Do not fucking scoff at me.” Karl's tone is sharp, making George look up at him wide eyed. “Be respectful, I'm still inside you.” He shifts his knot inside George to emphasize his point. George is clearly mortified by the reminder, so Karl tries a softer approach. “I can tell you're feeling bad. You need to let me help you feel better or it'll only get worse. Please.”
George does feel fucking bad, and Karl’s doing that thing that breaks down all of his defenses. “I’m just really fucking humiliated.” Karl’s face is open and understanding, he nods at George urging him to continue. “I'm supposed to be an Alpha! I’ve never liked anything like that before and I’m fucking confused!” He’s shouting without meaning too. He’s not mad at Karl, who’s still running hands along George's hips even while he’s shouting at him.
“You are an alpha George. Did you not like it?”
“Obviously I did!” George snaps. Karl still doesn't react to the hostility.
“Okay, I understand. You think you’re less of an Alpha because you did? George, the things I was saying.. I didn't mean them like that, it's just dirty talk.” He looks a little guilty now, and George doesn't like it.
“No, I know. I liked that too. It's just.. what if an omega (Sapnap) or a beta (Dream) saw that. They’d never want me to be their alpha.” George’s voice cracks a bit as he says it. He thinks he might start crying again.
“Dream’s a beta. He's been with omegas and alphas.” Karl says, like that explains everything.
Their conversation had distracted George from their position. He’s startled when Karl pulls out of him. He hadn't realized his knot had been going down. Lube and cum spill out of him obscenely. George feels cold, sticky, sad and thoroughly disgusting. His limbs are too tired, and he doesn't know what to do but glare up at Karl.
With a sympathetic look, Karl stands and picks George up bridal style. They're about the same size so he struggles quite a bit, but eventually manages to get them both standing in the hotel's fancy glass shower. From the hot water washing away his grossness, and Karl gently holding him, George starts to feel a little better.
“If anyone ever judged Dream for liking it both ways you'd want them dead.” Karl begins to soap up George's body as he talks. “And don't say that's only because he's a beta, because if Dream was an alpha you'd still defend him. You need to extend the same kindness to yourself. If someone thinks less of you, it's not someone you should be with.”
George doesn't respond but he gets his point. It doesn't stop the bad feelings, but Karl is right. With time, George can accept this about himself, and everyone else will just have to do the same. When Karl reaches behind him to wash the mess out from his hole, he fights the urge to run from the vulnerability. Instead, he rests his head on Karl’s shoulder, and lets himself be taken care of.