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Max had never truly accepted his designation. He came from a long line of powerful alphas, from both sides of his family even, but particularly his father’s. Jos was the epitome of society’s true alpha, aggressive, domineering and willing to fight with both words and woe for what he wanted. What he was entitled to.
Max was nothing like him.
He’d come to realise that many years ago, after years of therapy. In the beginning, when he was much younger, he’d identified more with his omega peers, the few that his Father had permitted him to have, and the alphas he’d hung around almost frightened him with their overbearing presences. Despite countless tests and an absurd amount of money, he was no omega, his alpha designation was confirmed time and time over, much to his chagrin. His father had ‘encouraged’ alpha behaviours out of him during his childhood, in his karting days, and early into his professional career. Part of him wondered if he would even be where he was without his father’s influence…
Still, he found it exhausting, keeping up such a strong façade for the press, for the public. He found solace in time alone, squirrelling himself away to his comfortable bed, piled high with thick blankets and plush cushions. His fellows found it odd how he had yet to claim an omega, especially since he had such a wide choice as a public figure and had such a plethora of omega friends.
He didn’t want to have anyone though. Max wanted to be someone else’s…
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“I need you, Daniel…” The alpha mumbled into his omega’s neck, arms wrapped loosely around the Australian’s waist as he pressed his face into the scent of his partner.
“Can I… Can we?”
Daniel took a gentle as-ever hand and ran soothing motions over Max’s forearms, senses filling with the scent of his alpha and heart swelling with the undesignatory need to care for his boyfriend. They waste no time in whisking themselves away to his apartment.
Not even 2 feet into the front room, Ricciardo snaked a hand around Verstappen’s waist, pulling him in gently, so close that they could feel each other’s soft breaths. He ran a hand through Max’s hair, moving closer to press gently kisses along his cheek and jaw, earning small, shy noises from the alpha. The dutchman pressed his face into the crook of the Australian’s neck, basking in the overwhelming scent and allowing it to melt any tension from his body.
“I’ve got you, baby,” Daniel mused into Max’s dirty-blonde locks, sighing contentedly,
“Let me take care of you, yeah? Like we always do.”
A soft ‘mhm’ was all he needed to hear.
Making good use of his racing training, Ricciardo scooped Verstappen up into his arms, the latter’s legs crossed around the older man’s waist in a vice-like grip. In less than a moment Max is deposited onto the bed in the next room and Daniel is atop him, already helping the young racer out of his clothes with gentle, considered movements. Their clothes are soon deposited on the floor, and the omega takes a fleeting second to admire his partner beneath him.
The alpha, his alpha, in his shadow and pressed firmly into the pristine white sheets that contrasted the soft pink blush across his whole form. He trailed his eyes over the dutchman’s body. Soft, squishy in all the best places, and with plenty for him to hold as they mated. Max’s hands were fiddling idly with the blankets beneath him, a self-soothing movement Daniel was all too familiar with, but often only under the gaze of a dominating alpha. He loved playing alpha for his boyfriend, loved how Max’s façade would crumble under his lightest touches, how Max’s body would react all the same as an omega’s, slick or not.
He trailed a hand down Max’s chest, squeezing gently at his pecs and smiling softly at the little gasp he drew,
“You look so pretty for me Maxy…” he watched as the praise went straight to max’s length, filling it out as his knot twitched at the base,
“Such a pretty little omega for me,”
A gasp, subtle, small. Max met amber eyes with his baby blue. Daniel was smiling sweetly down at him, acutely aware of what he’d just said, knowing the weight of his words,
“All yours…” Max breathed, shaky and shy,
“Your omega, all yours, just yours Daniel…”
He was burning hot, at full attention and already leaking onto his stomach. Daniel wrapped his hand around Max’s leaking cock, deft fingers curling around the length and squeezing, earning a beautiful little keening sound from the alpha.
“My perfect omega…” achingly slow movements along Max’s now slick length, the dutch racer hid his face in the sheets,
“Gonna breed you, fill you up so well. You want your alpha’s cock, don’t you Maxy?”
“F-Fuck, please…”
“Please what?”
“Please alpha, please mate with me…”
Watching his begging partner beneath him was more than enough to get Daniel to full mast, dick aching and twitching. He reached for the nightstand, grabbed a well-used bottle of lube from the drawer and slicked his fingers up until they were dripping and shiny. He teased the cold liquid down Max’s thigh and lower, smoothing over the curve of his ass and delving between to press his first finger against the rim. A long groan turned into short desperate whines as the omega pushed burning hot fingers into the alpha, stretching and preparing him for something much more satisfying.
In no time at all Max, breaths hot and dripping with arousal, was relaxed enough for Daniel to tease his throbbing tip at his entrance. Ricciardo pushed into him, bottoming out smoothly with a quiet, drawn-out ‘fuck…’
“You’re doing so well for me baby,” The omega panted, fingers digging into the plush of the alpha’s hips,
“Taking me so well, like you were made for this, made for me.”
The dutchman mustered a moan in return, trying valiantly to move on the Australian's cock, chasing any pleasure he could,
“A-Ah… Alpha please, more…” He stumbled, looking up to meet eyes with the omega with his blown pupils.
Daniel, of course, obliged. In one firm movement he retreated and pulled Max’s hips down onto him, a slick, wet slap emanating as they connected. Verstappen cried out, moans of ecstasy as Ricciardo pistoned in and out of him, fucking him with a satisfying rhythm that filled his synapses with enough pleasure to drown the doubts in his mind. Daniel was right, he was made for this. Made to be filled and bring pleasure to his partner, his alpha, his Daniel.
Then, he was seeing stars. Daniel had moved position ever so subtly, and his tip connected with that spot that fired off every nerve in his body at once. He only barely registered the hand of his partner wrapping around his length once more, stroking with his rhythm and squeezing at the growing knot at his base in a way that almost made him dizzy. The world was spinning in a wonderful way, centred on Daniel’s gravitational pull that pulled him in infinitely closer, physically and emotionally. Daniel had his face buried in Max’s neck, breathing in his musk and panting heavily into the crook of his collarbone.
And then there were teeth, piercing the flesh just under his jaw. Searing pain and pleasure that overwrote anything in his brain in that moment and sent him tumbling, as Daniel had also. Hot and heavy, Daniel’s bonding bite drawing only the smallest amount of blood, but sealing at least in Max’s mind the connection between them. The Australian wasn’t even sure why he did it, the ferrous taste on his tongue tasted right, like it was something his body spurred him on instinct to chase. Max painted his own stomach, twitching and throbbing his way over his edge and through his resulting orgasm as Daniel did too, just inside of him.
The Aussie loosened his teeth from the dutchman’s jaw, heaving in air,
“A-Ahh… Sorry Maxy, I don’t know wha-“
The ‘alpha’ had pulled him in to connect their lips once more. Taking in the taste of iron on his tongue and the intoxicating taste and smell of his partner as they melted into each other’s touch.
Fuck designations, all they needed was each other.