Kinktober 2022
Day Two: A/B/O
Vikhor ‘Stitch’ Kuzmin/Kapano ‘Naga’ Vang
This is NSFW, Minors DNI.
Thank you.
“What’s up with you today? You’ve been much quieter than usual.”
“I know.” Stitch mumbled as Naga rested his chin on Stitch’s shoulder. Naga tutted, silencing what Stitch was about to say next as Naga pushed his nose against Stitch’s neck, inhaling deeply.
“I knew it.” Naga caught Stitch’s hand as it came up to push him off, stroking his thumb over Stitch’s palm. “Your heat’s coming on early.”
“Of fucking course it is.” Stitch muttered, leaning back against his Alpha, who was still inhaling his scent.
“You should have told me.” Naga pulled Stitch’s collar down, his lips searching Stitch’s skin as he went.
“I wasn’t actually sure, until we were in the meeting. By then it was too late.”
“And being around a bunch of dick-measuring alphas didn’t help.”
“No. It didn’t.” Stitch’s sigh hitched into a groan as Naga kissed his scent gland. “Fuck, Alpha…”
“Still love how this looks on you.” Naga kissed the bite mark he’d left on Stitch’s skin almost a year ago now, sending a shiver down Stitch’s spine. “You should wear it out sometime.”
“Only if I can give you one.” Stitch shook his head slightly, fighting the urge to fall limp in his Alpha’s arms.
Naga laughed. “We’ll see. Let’s go.” HE stood up, using his grip on Stitch’s arm to pull him with him.
“Go?”
“Got to get you somewhere safe and comfortable, don’t I? Be a shitty Alpha if I didn’t take care of my Omega.”
Stitch nodded and got up to follow Naga up the stairs and back to their room. Naga got in first, shutting the curtains against any prying eyes, then shoving Stitch onto the bed.
Stitch swallowed as Naga’s hand closed around his throat, holding him down as Naga climbed onto his lap, squeezing his thighs around Stitch’s hips. Naga dug his thumb into Stitch’s scent gland as Naga removed his gas mask, forcing a whine out Stitch’s mouth as Naga tossed it aside and kissed him. Stitch groaned, trying to let the tension drain from his body as Naga’s scent overwhelmed him. He inhaled deeply, but all that did was make him want more, so he went in search of it by grabbing Naga’s collar and breaking the kiss as he dragged his Alpha’s head to one side.
“You letting yourself go, Omega?” Naga teased, gripping Stitch’s throat tighter, pressing the other hand against Stitch’s chest to feel his hurried breaths.
“Yes.” Stitch got out just as he pressed his nose to Naga’s scent, closing his eye as his head spun.
“Good. You’re coming up quick.” Naga murmured, pressing a kiss to Stitch’s temple. “You’re still tense, though.”
Stitch let his head fall back, trying to regather his muddled thoughts. “About tomorrow-”
“Oh, you won’t be going anywhere tomorrow. You’ll be here, with my dick in your ass, fucking enjoying yourself.” Naga pushed Stitch’s face back into his neck. He wasn’t about to let Stitch fuck up his own enjoyment of this by thinking about work.
“The meeting-”
“Wraith and Knight can handle it.” Naga dug into Stitch’s scent gland again.
“But-”
“And if they can’t, I’ll have them look after you while I’m out.” Naga pulled his face up, moving Stitch away from his neck before the Omega got any ideas about biting him. “Got it?”
“Got it.” Stitch exhaled heavily as Naga cupped the right side of his face, watching Stitch’s pupils dilate as he relaxed, his scent coming off him in waves.
“Careful, Omega. Don’t want everyone else to catch you smelling this good.”
“I need you, Alpha. You said-”
“I know what I said,” Naga kissed him again. “And I meant it. You impress me, I’ll let you make our marks to match.”
Stitch sighed. “I’d like that.”
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