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Jake groans, both from pleasure and exasperation, when Bradley pulls out before his knot is fully swollen inside of him.
“Damnit, Bradshaw, we were just getting to the good part.”
“Gee, thanks. Glad you enjoyed the rest of it.”
Bradley’s voice drips with sarcasm as he flops onto the bed next to Jake, nudging him with his elbow. They’re both breathing hard, come spattered on Jake’s stomach from his own release, and more on his lower back from Bradley’s. He rolls over onto his back, then onto his side, unconcerned about creating a wet spot. They’ll need to wash the sheets anyway.
Bradley’s already holding his knot. Come leaks out from the tip of his cock in steady spurts. Rolling his eyes, Jake nudges Bradley’s hand away. He wraps his own around the base. When he squeezes gently, Bradley makes a pleased sound, settling further against the pillow and rocking his hips into Jake’s grip.
“You know, if you’d just get over yourself, we wouldn’t have to worry about this part.”
This time it’s Bradley’s turn to roll his eyes. “I’m not gonna hurt you just because you always want to bite off more than you can chew.”
Shuffling closer to drape his leg over Bradley’s thighs, Jake presses his nose into his neck right over his scent gland. If Jake didn’t have a beta nose, Bradley’s scent would be strongest here. If Jake were an omega, he’d smell more than the thin layer of sweat on his skin, the traces of his own shampoo and deodorant that Bradley always steals.
And, if Jake were an omega, at some point in their relationship, they’d probably give each other the same bite mark. A bond mark wreathed around their scent glands. Jake’s own scent would be as strong as Bradley’s and their scents would weave together to make something uniquely their own and all that other normative bullshit about alphas and omegas that Jake has grown up hearing his whole life.
But Bradley doesn’t want an omega. Bradley wants Jake.
He still makes it his business to bite Bradley, though. Anywhere and everywhere on his body. Leaving him with marks that encourage catcalls in the locker room. Although with the way he practically puffs out his chest and struts around to show them off, Jake knows Bradley isn’t embarrassed. His callsign should’ve been Peacock.
He gives Bradley a nip on his shoulder and then tilts his head to look at him. “Why won’t you do it?”
“My knot is big.”
“Yes, I know, and it’s very impressive,” Jake says dryly, giving his knot a squeeze. Bradley makes a strangled sound.
“It’s an objective fact! And no offense, but your body isn’t meant to take it by default. I can’t just shove it in because you feel like it.”
“People take whole fists up their asses, Bradshaw.”
“Maybe so, but they don’t just pop ‘em in at the last minute with no prep.”
“So let’s do the fucking prep.”
Bradley huffs and looks up toward the ceiling, folding an arm over his eyes.
“Come on,” Jake needles. Bradley’s knot is starting to go down, but Jake keeps it cradled in his hand, stroking with his thumb. “You’re telling me this is enough for you? My hand on your knot? Instead of where it belongs?”
“Jesus, Jake—”
“I’d let you do it, you know.” Jake starts to stroke over the tip. “Fuck your knot inside me, stretch me out so good.” He squeeze his hand tighter, like he’s trying to milk Bradley’s cock. “Think about it. It’d feel so tight and hot for you.”
“Fuck, that’s too much.” Bradley wriggles with the over-stimulation, trying to thrust his hips to push Jake away. But Jake is just as strong. He wrestles Bradley back, grinning as he moves his hand faster and faster.
“Stuff me so full of come. Breed me. Make me yours—”
With a cry, Bradley stiffens as a second orgasm rips through him. He’s not in rut, so he won’t pop another knot so soon. A small amount of come valiantly dribbles from his cock and leaks onto the back of Jake’s hand. Bradley collapses into his arms, a slight tremor in his body.
“You’re a dick.”
Jake laughs. “I know.”
“And you’re already mine.”
“Know that, too.”
Bradley tips his head back onto Jake’s shoulder.
“I thought you didn’t want me to be like that.”
“Like what?”
Bradley points to his face, then down to his groin. “Knot-brained alpha. Needs to stick it in anything or anyone.”
Jake reaches around and flicks him on the nose. “I’m not just anyone, you asshole. And based on every conversation we’ve had about it, I’m more knot-brained than you.”
“I don’t think it counts as knot-brained when it’s my knot on your brain.”
“And,” Jake continues, ignoring Bradley. “Did it ever occur to you that me wanting you to stick your knot in me has less to do with how knot-brained you may or may not be, and more to do with how much I like when you stick things in my ass.” He punctuates this with a squeeze to Bradley’s cock.
Bradley hisses and bats his hand away. This time Jake releases him and lets Bradley roll onto his side. Propping his head on his hand, Bradley glares.
“Please, Alpha,” Jake says in an overly sweet voice, fluttering his eyelashes.
Bradley scoffs. “Fuck off. Batting those pretty eyelashes won’t work on me.”
“Bullshit it won’t.”
“I don’t want you to feel like I think of you as—like, you’re a beta. And I see you as a beta. And I don’t want you to think that just because I’m an alpha I expect—”
“It’s sex, Bradshaw. It’s supposed to be fun - not some identity crisis.”
Tipping his head back, Bradley closes his eyes and purses his lips. After a minute, he sighs. “Fine. We can try it.”
Jake grins, but before he can celebrate, Bradley’s pushing him back against the mattress, his face serious. “But we’re taking it easy. We’re getting toys and we’re getting you used to the size and you’re not going to rush me.”
Wrapping his arms around Bradley’s neck, Jake kisses him, giving his bottom lip a small bite before he pulls away.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
A week later, Jake comes home to find Bradley unpacking a box on the kitchen table. A box of dildos. So many dildos.
Different sizes and different colors. All with a round knot at the base.
“What do you need all these for?” Jake picks up the one that’s pink. “Disassembling a bomb?”
“That doesn’t even make sense.”
Jake laughs. “Seriously, though. Did you buy out a store?”
“No.” Bradley rubs the back of his neck. “I just want us to have…options.”
Jake’s stomach flips in the traitorous way it always does every time Bradley does something considerate. And who would’ve thought buying a box of sex toys would be so sweet? But he’s also heard enough of Bradley’s ramblings on the knotting topic to know exactly what he’s concerned about.
What if you don’t like it?
What if you’re not relaxed enough?
What if we’re already stuck together but it’s too much?
What if you think this means I think of you like an omega?
What if I hurt y—?
“This one looks like a good place to start.” Jake waves the dildo he’s holding.
Bradley frowns. “That’s the biggest one.”
“And?”
“You said you wouldn’t rush me.”
“Did I?”
Jake’s smirk is the only warning he gives Bradley before he's taking off, running up the stairs and down the hallway to their bedroom. He’s got his fingers wrapped around the door, and it’s not quite shut, before Bradley pounces on him.
Jake laughs as he’s tackled to the ground. They wrestle on the floor, and he tries to keep the dildo close to his chest. Bradley gets into a better position, though, and eventually he pins him to the ground. Jake tries and fails to glare as the dildo is ripped from his grasp and strong hands keep him pressed against the floor.
But by the time Bradley’s slick fingers are slipping out of him and he can feel the press of a smaller dildo against his hole, Jake doesn’t feel sorry at all for being caught.
Bradley licks into Jake’s mouth as he thrusts the dildo in and out, in and out, in and out, until finally, he starts to ease the flare of the knot inside.
“Stay nice and relaxed for me.” Bradley’s voice is soft and encouraging as Jake gets used to the unfamiliar intrusion. “Let your legs fall apart a bit—there you go.”
Jake shoves his face into the crook of Bradley’s neck. He’s breathing hard.
“Stretch feel all right?”
“Fuck yeah.”
“You know, this isn’t nearly as big as mine.”
Jake lifts his head to grin at him. “Is that a promise?”
Bradley doesn’t reply. Instead, he pulls the fake dick back a little so the knot tugs at his rim before pushing it back fully inside.
“Oh,” Jake moans. He arches his back, trying to grind his hips down, chasing the sensation of the tip nudging his prostate as the knot settles further into his body. When Bradley’s other hand wraps around his cock, warm and wet with lube, it doesn’t take long before Jake is coming, leaving tiny bite marks all over Bradley’s neck as he does.
As exasperated as Jake is by Bradley’s insistence that they go slow, he has to admit that trying out all the knotting dildos is fun.
For the second dildo, he makes the authoritative decision to tie Bradley to the headboard and work the toy into himself, his hole on display while he watches Bradley flex against the ties. The entire time he stares at Jake like he wants to eat him.
The memory is added to his top five jerk off fantasies.
All the fake knots feel good, and it’s easy to train his muscles to relax as they move up in size. He likes the challenge. He likes pushing his body. He likes the stretch.
But he knows none of the dildos are anywhere close to what Bradley’s actual knot will be like. There’s no way the silicone of the dildo will feel the same as being full of Bradley, his ass squeezing tight around his knot, feeling the heat of their bodies where they’re tied and pressed flush together.
It’s all Jake can think about.
Until finally, Bradley’s got him on his hands and knees. He’s fucking into him fast, his grip on Jake’s hips firm and hot. Jake’s whole body is lit up with anticipation. Bradley leans forward and his voice is breathless in Jake’s ear.
“You still want it, baby?”
“Yeah, god, give it to me.”
Bradley makes the stifled moan he always does when his knot starts to swell. He pulls out. Jake whines, feeling open and empty. But then Bradley is thrusting back inside, fast and hard. His knot swells to it’s full size, filling Jake more than he’s ever been filled. And when Bradley’s body naturally shifts backward, the knot tugs at his rim and—
“Oh shit.”
—that’s all it takes to make Jake come. He yells into the pillow as his orgasm slams through him. There’s electricity racing through his body, starting at his groin and spreading to his fingertips and his toes. After it rocks through him, his arms give out and his chest collapses against the bed. He feels filthy - face pressed into the pillow, ass up in the air, rocking steadily into Bradley’s hips. But he doesn’t care. He wants to stay in this feeling forever.
“Oh, fuck, Jake.” Bradley smooths a hand up and down his spine. Jake whimpers, feeling every small movement of Bradley’s body as he keeps coming inside him. Big arms cage him on either side, and then Bradley’s forehead presses against the back of his sweaty neck.
“You okay?”
“Fuck.”
“Jake?”
“’s good. So good.”
He might say something else. He’s not really sure, because Bradley’s slowly rolling them over so they can lay on their sides while they wait for his knot to go down. When his hips move again, there’s another big tug and Jake is arching his back, trying to press his ass backwards into Bradley. Trying to get closer. He’d crawl inside his skin if he thought he could.
Bradley grins against his neck.
“Yeah, you like that, baby?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah? This what you wanted?” Bradley grinds into him. “My big knot tugging on your little ass?”
Of course, now that none of his exaggerated worries had come true despite Jake’s constant reassurance that this would be the case, and yet he still refused to do what Jake wanted, leave it to Bradley Fucking Bradshaw to get cocky about it. And Jake, for once, doesn’t have it in him to snark back.
“Mhm,” he slurs. “’s what I wanted.”
Bradley chuckles. “Good thing you’re so good at getting what you want, huh?”
Sliding a hand down, Bradley traces around Jake’s rim where they’re connected. “Fuck, it’s so warm. Feel it.” He grabs Jake’s hand and brings it back. When Jake feels the heat, his taunt rim, the rough curls of Bradley’s pubic hair flush against his skin, he groans.
“God, you’re fucking perfect for me, Jake.”
“Kiss me?” Jake can’t keep the whine out of his voice.
But Bradley doesn’t tease him. He gently tips Jake’s face back toward his, connecting their lips in a sweet, slow kiss. Eventually, though, the effort of craning his neck is too tiring. Jake lets his head fall back to the pillow with a huff.
Bradley laughs. “Sorry, sweetheart.” He pushes Jake’s hair back from his forehead. “Should’ve had you on your back.” He fingers stroke Jake’s cheek and trace over his lips. He sets about kissing the back of his neck. When goosebumps ripple across Jake’s skin, he imagines Bradley kisses every single one.
“You’re sweet like this,” Bradley says softly.
“I‘m sweet all the time.”
Bradley chuckles.
Jake tips his head back to lightly bump Bradley’s nose. “It’s good for you, too, right?”
“Yeah. Really good."
“Good. Also, Bradley?”
“Hm?”
“Told you so.”