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"...presenting. He was folded in half begging me, shoving his bare feet in my face. Like a monkey."
Will does not appreciate that simile. He's flexible enough to take a knot from every possible position. If that's not a feat to be praised for, then what is?
"Nasty slut. Did he take you good?"
Of course he did.
"Good? He was fucking dripping, so tight I couldn't pull out."
The words get muffled as his band mate goes on, spilling more disgusting details about their coitus. Will feels a twinge low in his tummy, he thinks it's shame. All the same, he presses his ear up against the door. He can feel his naked loose ear lobe touching his chin.
"...knot deep, I thought I was a goner."
"Dude, you're so gone."
"Uh no, I'm not."
"Uh yeah, you are. You think you're the only one who's had a whiff of his soles? It's Will."
Will rolls his eyes. Everyone wants an omega that knows how to present and take a knot, offer his toes and his tender neck. But doing all of that whenever he wants with whoever he wants? Now that won't do.
"He was begging for my knot."
"Like he'd beg for anyone's knot. You think he's spent a single heat alone?"
Will has to think about this one. He can't recall the last time he suffered through a heat. It's always a good time for him. And for the alpha he chooses to spend it with.
"Bet I could sniff his soles right now if I asked nicely."
Will looks down at his socked feet. He's a little repulsed. For everyone else, foot sniffing is a bit of a taboo, something you save for the one. Will, on the other hand, he isn't that fussy.
He still curls his toes at the thought, a bit grossed out. He wouldn't offer his feet outside of coitus.
"I'm not a pussy licker. Damn, can't even get my knot wet without you guys ragging on me."
"You dipped your knot in the local cum dump. Congrats."
His nose burns with the need to cry all of a sudden. He purses his lips wondering why he's yet to pull away from the door. Maybe he likes to hurt.
"Was anyone paying attention? I didn't even knot him."
Will thinks about leaving. He could slip out to the hall, pull his shoes on and get out. He tries to come up with somewhere safe to go.
"You could have. I have."
"You have- I could have?"
"Had you asked nicely."
There's sniggering, and Will can imagine the friendly shoves based on the dull thuds and muffled groans he can pick up.
"Shit. I'm a pussy licker."
Will huffs before he can help it. No tongue had even touched his pussy, a fact that only serves to worsen the sting of tears.
"Hey, Will is good pussy. Worth a little licking."
With a last bitter huff Will stands up. His shoes aren't zipped up all the way when he steps out, too busy texting a nameless number.