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The smell coming from the back office was nauseating in its intensity. Wilbur could swear he noticed it before he even walked through the main doors, let alone the one leading into the office. Honey was the first thing he picked out. It was sickeningly sweet, to the point it made his head hurt. Despite this fact, he followed it anyway, curious to find the source.
The office wasn’t locked when he reached it and he knew exactly why it didn’t need to be. Nobody was foolish enough to disturb Schlatt. Certainly not when he was in heat. This close, the sharper scent of peppermint flooded his nose too. His hand turned the doorknob and pushed it open without a second thought.
“Fuck off,” Schlatt shouted as soon as the door began to open. “It’s closed for a goddamn reason.”
Schlatt wasn’t seated at his desk and it took Wilbur a moment to find him. He was curled up on the small couch near the corner, stripped down to only his boxers and undershirt. A bottle of whiskey was nearly empty and clutched in one hand. In the other, he held a full glass. He was sweating and disheveled. If there wasn’t any doubt about whether he was in heat-though, there wasn’t-it was entirely gone now.
“Are you sure you don’t want some company?” Wilbur asked and he knew it was the wrong thing to say even as he stepped closer. “You smell like you do,” He smiled.
The glass in Schlatt’s hand proved it wasn’t right when it flew at Wilbur’s head a second after the words were out. Luckily, his aim was worsened by heat and alcohol. It did nothing to deter Wilbur. He only smiled brighter and closed the gap between them. He ignored how Schlatt growled at him, the sound weaker and more broken than Wilbur had ever heard him.
“What part of fuck off wasn’t clear?” He glared at Wilbur, body curled closer into himself.
Again, he went ignored.
“You know you’ll feel better after,” Wilbur reasoned with him. “Do you really want to drag this out longer than you have to? It’ll end quicker if you let me.”
That point seemed to sway Schlatt a bit. He looked like he was actually considering it, but he growled again when Wilbur reached for him. This time, it was harsher and more serious. Wilbur knew better than to reach too abruptly for omegas in heat, especially ones like Schlatt who were so prone to snapping even on the best days. His fingers retreated to avoid Schlatt swiping out with teeth or nails.
“One time. That’s all it’ll take and you’ll start to feel better,” Wilbur said gently.
And admittedly, he knew he was being a tad disingenuous. While it was true that Schlatt would find some relief after the first round, he relied on Schlatt believing it would be the only one. There wasn’t a chance Schlatt would stop him at the first, though. As soon as his body realized an alpha was giving him what he needed, he would beg for it to keep going. Right now, Schlatt was still stubborn enough to believe he could fight his biology.
There was a long pause between them where they both sat silently. Schlatt’s thighs tightened in a restless and idle fashion. He was mulling it over and Wilbur didn’t dare speak. If he did, he risked scaring Schlatt off. He watched him until he finally gave a small, sharp nod.
Wilbur moved slowly now, careful as though Schlatt was a wild animal. The comparison wasn’t too inaccurate. Wilbur kneeled down in front of the couch and tugged Schlatt to the edge by his ankle, firm but not rough. Schlatt glared at him, yet didn’t fight. Anyone else might have been put off by it, they wouldn’t have opened the door. That was why Wilbur was the only one who got to do this.
He tucked his fingers beneath the waistband of Schlatt’s boxers and eased them down. It was a little awkward and difficult to get them off, but it was worth it the second they were. Schlatt managed to smell even stronger now. Immediately, Wilbur moved to bury his face against his skin. A ragged gasp escaped Schlatt when Wilbur’s tongue pressed into his cunt. His legs spread further for him and Wilbur chased his taste gracelessly.
He wondered how often someone did this for Schlatt. Hands held his thighs still, licking along his slit. The tip of his tongue dipped into his cunt where the taste and scent of him was most prominent. Schlatt squirmed at the attention, a sharp moan escaped him. He pressed down a bit and Wilbur took the hint.
He moved to lick a stripe up Schlatt’s small, underdeveloped penis. Schlatt writhed when his tongue pressed beneath the base of it and rubbed at the clit hidden between his cock and his cunt. How lucky, Wilbur thought to himself, to have so many ways to be pleasured. Though, he knew the reason for it and that made it slightly less appealing.
The bodies of omegas evolved that way to aid in reproduction. An omega didn’t carry their pups as well when their conception was too stressful. During times with higher rates of alphas forcing themselves on their omegas, their bodies had begun to develop more nerves over time. Sickly pups were all too common before their bodies had grown more susceptible to physical pleasure. Now, it was impossible for an omega to have sex without some pleasure at least and it had seemed to be enough to mitigate the mortality rate of their young.
Their cunts were sensitive and their cocks even more so. In fact, they hadn’t even had a clitoris in the beginning of their development. That had been a late-stage change. Wilbur supposed he should just be grateful for it now. Regardless of the reason behind it, it meant Wilbur could get him off easily now.
He took advantage of all of Schlatt’s body. The fingers of one hand had worked their way inside of Schlatt’s cunt, stretching him with three fingers. The other hand wrapped around his cock. In between them both, his tongue circled his clit with firm movements. Schlatt shifted around desperately, overwhelmed by the onslaught of pleasure. Wilbur never relented. He was encouraged by every gasp, whine, moan, and curse. He wanted to make him come and from the sounds of it, it wouldn’t take much more.
He sucked lightly at Schlatt’s clit and curled his fingers deeply. He had to be close, each move and every sound grew more frantic. All he needed was-
“Fuck me already,” Schlatt barked at him, harsh and nothing like what a lot of people expected from an omega.
His fingers dug into Wilbur’s hair and yanked at him. Wilbur wanted to continue, but he knew better than to keep him waiting. He couldn’t deny the actions were a bit selfish too, his cock had begun straining against his clothes enough to ache. His hands fumbled to take himself out as he rose higher, finding a good angle to line his cock up with Schlatt’s cunt. He didn’t bother to ask if Schlatt was ready. He knew he was and the question would likely only annoy the omega. Instead, he pressed inside slow and steady.
He stretched Schlatt open, a dull burn all the resistance his body provided. A relieved groan left Schlatt when Wilbur finally bottomed out. He didn’t let Schlatt’s body adjust, they were both made for this and too desperate to pause any further. His thrusts built gradually, savoring the heat clenched around him. Schlatt felt perfect and his scent hadn’t eased a bit, no longer as strong and distressed as it had been earlier. However, he never became docile.
He didn’t beg or mewl beneath Wilbur. His nails dug into Wilbur’s shoulders hard enough to draw blood even through the shirt he still wore. His legs wrapped around Wilbur’s waist and held him painfully tight. His teeth sank into every inch of Wilbur’s throat, trying to hurt rather than mark him affectionately. He was so unapologetically Schlatt and it made Wilbur fuck harder into him.
His face tucked into Schlatt’s shoulder, his hips thrusting rough enough to hurt his own pelvis when it shoved against Schlatt. It didn’t take Schlatt long to come, cock and clit rubbed where they were pressed to Wilbur’s stomach and pubic hair. He growled and grunted through his orgasm. Everything about Schlatt was so sharp and it only spurred Wilbur on more. He moaned himself when he felt Schlatt getting slicker around him and making a mess of the couch beneath them. His thrusts had grown sloppy and relentless, desperate to give Schlatt what he needed.
Wilbur moaned into his shoulder, so loud his throat hurt and he was certain everyone in the surrounding rooms could hear him. He didn’t care, he couldn’t when he was spilling deep into Schlatt. His knot swelled quickly to keep himself locked inside and he worried for a moment about if he needed to pull out, but it was a little late to ask. Schlatt answered it himself anyway, legs wrapped even tighter around Wilbur’s waist. He couldn’t pull out now even if he tried and Schlatt held him there until his knot had swollen entirely.
They both panted while they rested there. Wilbur’s knees had begun to hurt at some point while they waited for his knot to deflate. It was a small price to pay, though. And he wasn’t stupid, he knew better than to knot Schlatt and then fuss about his own body aching. He ignored it easily in favor of jerking his hips the best that he could, it wasn’t very much with his cock still stuck. But all too soon, his knot went down enough for him to pull out and Schlatt shoved him away just as he was about to start again.
“Forget this ever happened,” Schlatt snapped at him and perhaps Wilbur had been wrong about Schlatt wanting to go more than one round.
He was full of surprises. Though disappointed, Wilbur didn’t waste any time in dressing himself again and going about his life like nothing happened. It worked well enough for him until nearly a year had passed. Surprisingly, it had been Phil that had reminded him of it all, although without even realizing it. To Phil, all he did was bring home a baby. A beautiful little goat with fluffy ears and warm eyes.