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Stede’s office had a firm no-scent policy. Natural or artificial.
Clearly no one had relayed this information to the omega standing in front of him, scowling.
Stede glanced up to Lucius, whose eyes had gone glassy. As their HR manager, Lucius should have not only conveyed this rule to their new IT staff member but also discreetly taken him to the storeroom where they kept the scent suppressants for guests who had forgotten.
Stede tried to convey this wordlessly with a firm glance to Lucius, whose mouth had dropped open. Stede sneezed instead.
The omega had a delectable, sharp smell–cinnamon, prickly ash, and black cardamom running underneath a clean, piercing wave of eucalyptus. It poured into his nose, opening up his perpetually congested sinuses. They felt like they were being scrubbed clean with steel wool, the cool sensation torturous.
The omega shook his head as if to clear it, pupils blown but eyebrows knit together. He extended his hand. “Izzy H–”
Stede cut him off with another painful, unstoppable sneeze. He felt his clit elongating, his face flushing red. He grabbed several tissues from the box on his desk and held them to his nose.
Izzy crossed his arms. “If you have a cold I'm not shaking your hand.”
“You were supposed to take a scent suppressant. That's office policy. We take accommodations seriously here,” Stede said, muffled by the tissue.
“I did take a suppressant , Alpha,” Izzy spat. Lucius whimpered, clinging to his clipboard. “And are you required to follow this policy, too, or do you just subject everyone to your stink?”
“Don't call me Alpha,” Stede demanded, straightening his shoulders and glaring. Izzy copied his defiant stance. He immediately sensed three things: his clit throbbing, his own scent breaking through Izzy's cloud, and growl rumbling deep in his chest.
“Uh, this is Israel Hands, our new temporary IT manager for the financial software changeover. You clearly, uh, have some things to work out. I'll just pop out for now,” Lucius said, melting out of the door to Stede's office and shutting it firmly.
Stede brought his tissues down to frown at the omega. Izzy's scent spiked, and he sneezed again into his elbow.
“I guess you just subject everyone to your germs, too. Haven't heard of sick leave?” Izzy sat down in the chair across from Stede’s desk, spreading his legs wide.
Stede shuddered. “I don't have a cold. I'm very allergic to omega pheromones. We’ll have to work shifts. I'm sure we can both do our jobs half the week from home–”
“Wait–allergic to omegas?” Izzy said. He laughed, a bit cruelly. “Never heard of that.”
“Did you really take your suppressant?” Stede countered.
“Of course I did.” Izzy peered at him. “Your stupid policy doesn't matter--I’ve been on suppressants for years. Prescription strength.”
“Oh,” Stede said. He blinked and realized he'd rounded the desk, half-sitting on the edge near Izzy. “May I inquire as to why?”
"No," Izzy said. He scowled again. Stede realized he'd scooted closer. Waves of toasted rice and honey rolled through the room unbidden–his own cloying scent. He was usually so stuffed up he never caught wind of himself. And he'd taken his suppressant this morning, too. He and Izzy just seemed to...bring it out of each other? Unfortunately, all of this made him more desperate.
“Fuck, Alpha,” Izzy purred. “You smell…” As Izzy trailed off, Stede leaked into his underwear. He didn't even bother looking down, and briefly wished he'd worn black today.
Before Stede could say anything, Izzy stood, pushed between his legs, and nuzzled into his neck. Stede felt Izzy's beard tickle against his flushing skin. The omega’s tongue flicked over his scent gland. Stede longed for Izzy's teeth, wanted to knead his own neck and fucking ooze onto Izzy until both of them would have to burn their clothes.
“This is highly unusual,” Stede squeaked. He looked down at the omega. Izzy panted, his eyes unfocused. Izzy licked his gland again. Stede pinched his nose hard and half-stifled. The motion ground his fully-lengthened clit and soaking, fragrant crotch against Izzy.
Izzy groaned. “Fuck it,” he said. He shot his arm behind Stede and slid the items on half of Stede's desk to the floor. Izzy leaned back and undid Stede’s belt and pants while Stede fumbled in reverse. Finally free, Stede flipped Izzy around, pushing his upper back down with the palm of his hand. Izzy's cunt oozed pearly, minty slick. Stede wanted to pause and bury his face in it, but both his nose and clit were too on edge.
He thrust into Izzy, who purred with such satisfaction that Stede shot a wave of come into him before he even knotted. Stede's clit felt thicker than he’d ever gotten. The few times he’d fucked he'd struggled to knot; the curse of the trans man Alpha. But with this specimen, Stede worried they'd end up stuck together for far longer than either of them had planned.
Izzy's scent crashed over him again. It was working its way into his throat and lungs, opening them up. He felt like he could breathe for the first time in his life. Stede pressed himself down over Izzy, snatching a handful of his hair. He covered Izzy's body with his own, then dug his nose into the crook of Izzy's neck. The scent was so thick he sneezed violently and rapidly several times against Izzy, but he was beyond caring. Izzy's glands squirted puddles of scent. Stede had never even scent produced in such an obscene manner. Both of them were going to be slimy everywhere no matter what.
Izzy rippled around his clit, which continued to swell. Stede pulled back, looking down with stinging eyes at Izzy's neck. There was no sign of a mating bite. Before he could stop himself, Stede clamped down, tasting blood along with Izzy's spicy, cool scent.
Izzy screeched, pounding his fist on the desk, knees buckling and slick spilling. He clenched down brutally. Stede felt his knot swell and then pop in Izzy's cunt. He came with such acuity that he felt like his body was turning inside out through his clit.
“Goddamnit,” Izzy said, as they both started to relax a little, coated in sweat, slick, and scent. “I have a fucking mate .”
“You don't have a mark!” Stede snapped. “I didn't know.”
“Well, now I fucking have one.” Izzy brought a hand to his neck and stroked the bite gingerly. Stede gasped as Izzy gripped him again involuntarily.
Izzy let out another wave of scent and Stede, feeling stupid, sneezed again. But the aftermath felt fabulous–his clit deep in Izzy's cunt, knot still plump, the sudden clench and movement and release. “God–you make me itchy .” He rocked his hips and shuddered.
“Ed's going to kill me.” Izzy let his head fall to the desk.
“Who's Ed?” Stede asked. He chalked up the growl undergirding his question to his stinging throat.
“My f-fucking mate.” Izzy gasped as he came again.
Stede stifled a sneeze. “Why didn't your mate mark you? Sheesh–Izzy–”
“We're not–ohhhh, fuck yes, move your hips like that–Ed and I aren't into stupid shit like bonding.”
“Well, then,” Stede said, bending down to suck Izzy's bruising, blooming scent gland into his mouth.
Izzy jerked wildly beneath him, shaking like he'd lost all control. Stede felt another rush of wetness flood between them. He wasn't even sure what it was–slick or piss or Izzy's cum. He barely cared, his mouth icy hot and tingling with Izzy's perfect scent.
"Now you're mine, too," Stede said. Izzy rumbled with a deep purr Stede felt in his bones.