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Xeno’s gaze flicked toward the clock, each second stretching into something absolutely painstakingly unbearable as the branch’s newly appointed superior recycled the same corny jokes at the watercooler with an unwelcome soundtrack to Xeno’s one precious lunch break.
He knew the value of his work.
More importantly, he understood the reality of it: no matter how rigorous or meticulous his research was, its fate ultimately rested on the approval of whoever sat above him.
Since Stan’s deployment on a month-long mission, Xeno had noticed the shift.
Curiosity, if one could call it that, had begun to fester in the new superior’s attention toward him.
The lingering glances, prolonged conversations and an interest that felt anything but professional.
As a recessive omega, Xeno was largely unaffected by the scents and pheromones alphas so casually broadcast.
Working alongside them posed no issue. Heat, however, was an entirely different matter, one he preferred not to dwell on.
With a quiet urgency, Xeno set his empty coffee mug in the sink and moved to leave, brushing past his overly chatty superior. He didn’t make it far.
“Dr. Xeno,” the man called, quickly falling into step beside him.
“Your groundwork on omega pheromone research is astounding. Truly. I’d love the opportunity to collaborate with you… more closely.”
The grin he wore was all wrong—too wide, too knowing.
The air seemed heavier, saturated with pheromones no one in the office acknowledged, though everyone could feel them.
No one dared to look.
“So,” the alpha continued, placing a firm hand on Xeno’s shoulder, “what do you say? A one-on-one, in-depth meeting. Just the two of us.”
“At this time of year,” Xeno said evenly, “I fear I’d be far too occupied with work. Midterm reports require my full attention.”
He offered a professional smile as he coolly removed his superior’s hand from his shoulder.
“Perhaps another—”
“Nonsense.” The interruption was immediate.
The alpha stepped closer, his confidence bordering on triumph. “I insist. After all, I’ll be among those reviewing your work.
And from what I’ve heard…” His chest lifted slightly as he lingered on the next word. “You’re in need of an alpha.”
The implication hung heavy in the air.
“I’d be a more than willing candidate,” he added with a wink.
“Especially given the promising results of your research.”
Xeno’s expression tightened. “We’ll see,” he replied curtly.
“If you’ll excuse me.”
He didn’t wait for a response, briskly retreating toward the laboratory.
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Weeks passed, and the behavior did not relent. The constant attention, persistence and invasiveness wore thin.
Xeno’s patience frayed with every forced interaction, every lingering glance that masqueraded as professional interest.
At lunch, Byakuya noticed.
“What’s got your pantys in a twist?” he asked, settling beside Xeno, who was meticulously arranging peas and corn into molecular structures on his tray.
Then that unpleasant and clearly unwelcomed scent hit him.
“Yikes,” Byakuya muttered, crunching his nose.
“Where’s your knight in shining armor when you need him?”
Xeno’s ears perked slightly.
“Honestly,” Byakuya continued, shoving a nugget into his mouth, “I haven’t smelled him around in a while. Guess someone assumed you were… available.”
“Elaborate,” Xeno said, eyes narrowing.
“I mean, you always had this warm cedarwood-and-smoke scent clinging to you,” Byakuya laughed. “Always. Strong enough I could pick it up from departments away.”
“Eureka.” Xeno’s hands slapped the table.
“That was an elegant observation, Dr. Byakuya.”
Before another word could be said, Xeno was already gone.
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At home, Xeno tore through drawers and shelves. Items Stanley had left behind over the years.
The most recent was a handkerchief from months ago, offered when Xeno’s nose had bled from overwork. It wasn’t enough.
With a quiet sigh, Xeno collapsed onto his bed, staring at the ceiling. It had only been a few weeks since Stanley’s deployment, yet the absence felt far longer.
Then—memory.
The spare key.
Xeno shot upright, rifling through his drawer until his fingers closed around cool metal.
A silver key glinted back at him.
He stared at it for a long moment before curling his hand into a fist.
Just once.
One item.
One variable to end this imbalance.
An experiment.
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The elevator ride to Stanley’s apartment was unbearable.
The silence pressed in, thick with anticipation. When he reached the door, Xeno hesitated, the key clenched tightly in his hand.
He was already here.
Sliding the key into the lock, he turned it carefully.
Click.
The door creaked open, and Stanley’s scent rushed forward the cedarwood, smoke, warmth washing over Xeno and easing tension he hadn’t realized he was holding.
The apartment was dark, quiet. Clean lines, muted colors, lived-in but orderly. It smelled unmistakably Stanley.
Xeno flicked on the light, slipped off his shoes, and paused near the balcony, the place they’d said goodbye.
He shook his head. Focus.
The closet floorboard creaked as he opened the doors, rifling through clothing until his hands stilled on an old Captain America hoodie. Faded lettering. Soft with age.
“So you kept it,” Xeno murmured, amused.
The scent was stronger than anything else. Even for a recessive omega, it was unmistakable.
Without thinking, Xeno pulled it on. The fabric enveloped him, Stanley’s presence settling around his shoulders like a steadying force.
“It smells… exquisite,” Xeno breathed
Finally, Xeno could work without interruption and work he did.
Byakuya and the others had wrinkled their noses the first time Xeno passed by wearing the hoodie.
They all knew Stanley hadn’t given it to him. No one said it aloud, of course.
Rumors were quieter when weighed against results, and Xeno delivered those in abundance.
An entire week without someone attempting to impose their instincts on him was worth far more than idle speculation.
Xeno neither confirmed nor denied anything. Productivity spoke louder.
After another grueling night, Xeno stepped outside the building, rain hammering down with no sign of mercy.
Before he could fully register the chill, a car slowed beside him, window rolling down.
“Dr. Xeno,” his superior called pleasantly. “You look like you could use a ride. I’d be happy to offer one.”
“I have a cab on the way,” Xeno replied smoothly.
“Ah. Then do get home safely.” The man paused, smiling sharply.
“By the way, have you found an alpha yet for your little project? My offer still stands.”
Xeno didn’t respond.
“I’ll give you until Wednesday to decide,” the superior continued. “I’d hate to be disappointed, Doctor.”
With that, the car pulled away.
There was no cab.
The trains had stopped running hours ago.
Xeno glanced at the bike nearby and sighed. His pompadour would never recover from this.
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Soaked through and thoroughly exhausted, Xeno finally reached his building.
As he approached the door, a familiar presence caught his attention.
A blond man leaned casually nearby, unmistakable even in the low light.
“Were you so fatigued you didn’t notice me,” Stanley drawled, “or did you simply forget me already?”
Xeno barely had time to respond before Stanley’s gaze locked onto the hoodie.
A low sound escaped Stanley’s throat. “Xeno.”
Xeno sidestepped the question smoothly. “What an inelegant greeting. I require your assistance.”
Stanley closed the distance in two strides, grip firm as he tugged the hoodie away, ignoring the protest entirely.
“Why do you have this?” His voice was rough, edged with disbelief. “Do you have any idea what you’re wearing?”
Then he inhaled.
The tension stilled as Stanley froze, breath catching as scent flooded his senses of cedarwood and ozone colliding, unmistakable in their closeness.
“…You’ve got to be kidding me,” Stanley muttered, disbelief woven tightly into the words.
He reached instinctively for his pocket, searching for a cigarette that wasn’t there, irritation spilling out in a quiet curse.
It did nothing to steady him. Nothing could—not with Xeno standing there soaked through, Stanley’s hoodie clinging to him as if it belonged exactly where it was.
Stanley couldn’t tear his eyes away.
The sight set something sharp and insistent in his chest, a reaction he hadn’t prepared for and certainly hadn’t invited.
Before he could think better of it, Xeno had already unlocked his door.
That was the moment Stanley lost restraint.
He caught Xeno by the arm and pulled him inside, the door shutting behind them with more force than necessary.
Xeno stumbled, barely managing to brace himself against the wall as Stanley closed the distance, heart pounding hard enough to be felt in his ears.
A low growl slipped free as Stanley grabbed the hoodie and tore it away.
"Stanley, wait! I can explain-" Xeno started to protest, but Stanley cut him off with another harsh tug, the fabric stretching taut.
Xeno could feel the heat radiating off Stanley's body as he was pressed against the wall, the scent of their combined musk filling the small space.
Stanley paused, his nose burying into the crook of Xeno's neck.
He inhaled deeply, his breath hitching as he caught the unmistakable scent of himself mingling with Xeno's natural aroma.
A low, almost feral groan rumbled in his chest.
"Fuckin' hell...seriously?" Stanley growled, his grip on the hoodie loosening slightly.
His other hand came up to grip Xeno's hip, fingers digging into the flesh possessively.
"How the fuck did you get this, Xeno? And don't tell me you stole it, 'cause I know damn well I never gave this to you."
Xeno swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry.
He could feel the evidence of Stanley's arousal pressing against his thigh, the scent of his own desire starting to mingle with the intoxicating musk of the alpha.
He tried to gather his scattered thoughts, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
"I...I found it in your room," Xeno admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Stanley, your pheromones have triggered an instinctual response in my neurochemistry, a surge of oxytocin and vasopressin that compels me to seek your presence, your touch, your...claim.
The scent of you, absorbed through my olfactory receptors, has permeated my limbic system and overridden more rational thought processes. And.. admittedly so, wards off unnecessary attention..” He trailed off, his cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and desire.
Xeno knew it was wrong, knew he shouldn't have taken the hoodie without asking.
But the alternative was being constantly hounded by alphas who thought his omega status made him fair game for their twisted desires.
Xeno's hands came up to rest on Stanley's chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his uniform.
He looked up at Stanley with hooded eyes, “I’m sorry, Stanley.. The action wasn’t impulsive—it was corrective. I needed distance from variables that were compromising my work. I..”
Stanley's eyes darkened as he listened to Xeno's words, his grip on the omega's hip tightening.
He could feel the desperation rolling off Xeno in waves, the scent of his arousal thick in the air.
A part of him wanted to be angry, to demand answers, to remind Xeno that nothing of his was taken without consequence.
But a larger part of him, the part that had been aching to claim Xeno as his own for months now, thrilled at the knowledge that his omega had gone out of his way to seek out his scent.
To crave his presence, even when he was miles away. Stanley's cock twitched in his pants, growing harder at the thought of Xeno wanting him so badly.
He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Xeno's ear as he spoke in a low, rumbling voice.
" You couldn't handle it, could you, Xeno? Having all those alphas sniffing around you, thinking they had a right to put their hands on you? To claim you?"
Stanley's hand slid from Xeno's hip, moving to grip the omega's ass possessively.
He squeezed the firm globe, pulling Xeno's body flush against his own.
Xeno could feel the thick line of Stanley's erection pressing against his stomach, the heat of it searing him even through their clothes.
Stanley's other hand released the hoodie, letting it fall forgotten to the floor.
Instead, he tangled his fingers in Xeno's hair, gripping the silvery strands and tilting the omega's head to the side.
He nuzzled into the exposed column of Xeno's throat, his tongue lapping at the sensitive skin there.
"You're mine, Xeno," The growl escaped before thought, carrying every ounce of possessiveness he hadn’t meant to reveal.
" I've wanted you for so long, wanted to make sure every alpha at Nasa knew that you belonged to me. And now...now I find out you've been sneaking into my room, stealing my clothes, craving my scent?"
He nipped at Xeno's throat, his teeth grazing the delicate skin.
Xeno gasped, his head falling back against the wall as he arched into Stanley's touch.
Stanley took the opportunity to suck a dark mark into the side of Xeno's neck, his lips and tongue working to leave his claiming mark on the omega's flesh.
“If you wanted my scent so badly, omega, you should have just come to me," Stanley purred, his hot breath washing over the mark he'd left on Xeno's neck.
His hand slid from Xeno's ass to the waistband of his pants, fingers dipping beneath the fabric to tease at the sensitive skin there.
Xeno whimpered, his hips bucking forward involuntarily as he sought more of Stanley's touch.
His own arousal was straining against his pants, the front of his boxers damp with the evidence of how much he wanted this, wanted Stanley.
“I...That possibility hadn’t crossed my thoughts,”Xeno gasped out, his voice breathy and needy.
His fingers scrabbled at Stanley's uniform, clutching at the fabric as if afraid he might disappear if he let go. "You never...you never said anything, never, ah!”
His words cut off into a sharp cry as Stanley's fingers found his hole, rubbing at the furled flesh teasingly.
Xeno's legs trembled, his knees going weak as pleasure sparked up his spine.
He clung to Stanley tighter, his own hands fisting in the alpha's shirt as he tried to ground himself.
"Want you," Stanley rumbled, his fingers pushing past the tight ring of muscle to delve into Xeno's hot, silky insides.
"Want you so fucking much, omega. Want to fill this tight little cunt with my cock, pump you full of my cum until everyone knows you're mine."
He thrust two fingers deep into Xeno, curling them to rub at that spot inside him that made stars explode behind his eyelids.
Xeno keened, his back arching as he tried to ride Stanley's fingers, to take them deeper inside him where he needed them most.
"Please," Xeno begged, his voice breaking on a sob as Stanley's thumb rubbed tight circles over his aching clit.
"Please, Stanley, I need...I need..."
Stanley could hear the desperation in Xeno's voice, feel it in the way the omega clung to him, trembling and needy.
It spurred him on, made his own arousal throb and ached with the need to be buried inside Xeno's tight heat.
He wanted to give the omega what he craved, wanted to fuck him so hard that Xeno would never doubt who he belonged to again.
With a low, animalistic growl, Stanley ripped open Xeno's pants, the fabric tearing like paper in his trained hands.
Xeno's cock sprang free, flushed and leaking and so fucking hard it curved towards his belly.
Stanley wrapped his fingers around it, pumping the thick length as he rubbed his thumb over the weeping slit, smearing the pearly drops of pre-cum that leaked from the tip.
"Fuck, look at this pretty cock," Stanley purred, his voice rough with lust.
"So hard and ready for me, isn't it, omega? You've been thinking about my cock, haven't you? Dreaming about it fucking this greedy little cunt?"
To punctuate his words, Stanley pushed a third finger into Xeno's hole, thrusting them in deep and hard, fucking into the omega's silky passage with brutal force.
Xeno wailed, his head thrown back and his mouth open in a silent scream as Stanley finger-fucked him, his ass jiggling with each harsh thrust.
Stanley could feel Xeno's body starting to tighten, could tell he was getting close just from his fingers.
He leaned in, his teeth finding Xeno's ear and biting down hard, marking the soft flesh as he growled.
"Cum for me, Xeno. Cum on my fingers like the desperate little slut you are. Show me how much you need my cock."
At the same time, Stanley twisted his wrist, grinding the heel of his palm against Xeno's swollen clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in tight circles as he fucked into him harder, faster, urging the omega to let go and cum all over his invading fingers.
Xeno screamed as his orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave, his body convulsing violently in Stanley's hold.
His cock jerked and pulsed, thick ropes of cum erupting from the tip to splatter against Stanley's hand and the wall behind them.
Xeno's ass clamped down like a vice around Stanley's fingers, the inner muscles fluttering and spasming uncontrollably as he rode out the intense pleasure.
Stanley groaned, feeling Xeno's hot seed gush over his fingers, coating them thoroughly.
The scent of Xeno's release filled his room, musky and heady, making Stanley's head spin with lust.
He continued to stroke Xeno through it, milking every last drop of cum from the omega's throbbing cock until Xeno was a boneless, mewling mess in his arms.
As the aftershocks began to subside, Stanley withdrew his fingers from Xeno's dripping hole with an obscene squelch.
He brought them to his mouth, making a show of licking Xeno's release from his skin, his tongue swirling around each digit to clean it thoroughly.
Xeno watched him with glazed eyes, panting softly as he tried to catch his breath.
“Taste good, omega," Stanley purred, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "Taste like mine. Just like you're mine."
He tangled his fingers in Xeno's hair again, gripping the wet silvery strands and forcing the omega to meet his intense gaze.
With his other hand, he fumbled with his belt, the buckle clanking loudly in the small space as he undid his pants and shoved them down his hips.
Stanley's cock sprang free, thick and hard and leaking a steady stream of pre-cum. The musky scent of his arousal filled the room, mingling with the lingering aroma of Xeno's release.
Stanley grabbed Xeno's hips, spinning the omega around and bending him over on the couch.
Assorted items that were scattered around Xeno’s couch tumbled to the floor, but Stanley paid them no mind, too focused on the sweet curve of Xeno's ass presented so perfectly for him.
"You stole my hoodie, you teased me by showing up drenched where every crevice of your body is…” He eyed Xeno, licking his lips.
“ And now you're going to take my cock like a good little omega," Stanley growled, his voice rough with need.
He nudged his hips forward, Xeno gasped as he felt the thick head of Stanley's cock pressing against his slick, twitching hole.
He braced his hands against the edge of the couch, fingers scrabbling for purchase as he looked back over his shoulder at Stanley with hooded, desire-darkened eyes.
His cheeks were flushed a pretty pink, his lips parted as he panted softly, still coming down from his intense orgasm.
"Stanley.. Cease this teasing..!" Xeno whimpered, his voice barely above a breathy whisper.
He rocked his hips back, trying to take more of that thick length inside him, craving the feeling of being split open and filled completely by the alpha's impressive cock.
"Render all alternative bonds nonviable. Claim me as your omega, your partner, your permanent variable.. I belong to you, Stanley"
Xeno's breath hitched as he felt Stanley's cock push past his rim, the initial resistance giving way to the thick, hard length spearing into his tight channel.
He gripped the fabric of the couch tighter knuckles turning white.
Xeno gasped as Stanley pushed in deeper, his body yielding to the insistent pressure, allowing the alpha's cock to sink in inch by thick inch.
The stretch was intense, bordering on painful, but it was a delicious ache.
A crooked smile tugged at Xeno’s lips, a spark of amusement lighting his mind as a flurry of thoughts raced through him in that moment.
“My body's response..” He exhaled. “ Is not merely emotional, but evolutionary.
The tightness of my anal sphincter muscles, the clenching and fluttering, is an instinctive attempt to secure your semen inside me, to increase the likelihood of conception.
It is a biological imperative, hardwired into my genetic code, honed through generations of evolution to ensure the survival and propagation of our species."
Xeno's voice wavered slightly, his words tumbling out in a rush as Stanley's cock pushed past a particularly sensitive bundle of nerves, sending sparks of pleasure shooting up the omega's spine.
He clenched down around the thick length, his body instinctively trying to draw it deeper, to keep it inside him.
“The scent of your arousal, mingling with my own, is a potent pheromonal cocktail designed to reinforce the social bonds between us. It is a primal, visceral reminder of the hierarchy we inhabit, with you at the apex as my Alpha. The closer we are, the more of your scent I carry, the more it serves as a deterrent to other potential suitors and a declaration of my status as your mate."
Xeno was panting now, his chest heaving as he struggled to maintain his train of thought, to articulate the scientific underpinnings of his desire, even as Stanley's cock reached the hilt inside him.
"The act of penetration itself, the physical joining of your body with mine, serves to initiate a feedback loop of neurochemical reinforcement. Each thrust, each drag of your cock along my inner walls, triggers the release of more oxytocin and vasopressin in my brain, strengthening the emotional and psychological bond between us. It is a self-reinforcing cycle, designed to foster a deep sense of attachment, loyalty, and devotion to you as my Alpha."
Xeno's voice rose in pitch, hitching slightly as Stanley pulled back and slammed forward, the couch inching forward with them as the force of his thrust.
The omega's toes curled in his shoes, his fingers digging into the wood as he struggled to maintain his grip and his train of thought.
"Moreover, the act of breeding, the depositing of your semen directly into my reproductive tract, will serve to flood my system with your genetic material. This will not only serve to sate my body's instinctual desire to be bred, to be filled with your essence, but it will also reinforce the social hierarchy that places you as the dominant male and me as your mate. The scent of your cum inside me will be a potent pheromone signal to all who detect it, a clear and undeniable declaration of your claim on me."
Xeno's hips rocked back to meet Stanley's thrusts, his body moving almost of its own accord, driven by the primal urge to take the alpha's cock as deep as possible.
The wet, obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh the living room, mingling with Xeno's panting breaths and Stanley's low, rumbling growls.
“In essence, Stanley, my body's response to you, my need to be claimed and bred and marked as your mate, is not merely a matter of the heart, but of the brain.
It is a complex interplay of neurochemistry, endocrinology..” Stanley's grip on Xeno's hips tightened, his fingers sinking into the flesh hard enough to leave bruises.
He leaned over Xeno's back, his chest pressing against the omega's shoulder blades as he growled lowly in Xeno's ear.
The alpha's breath was hot against Xeno's skin, his voice a deep, commanding rumble.
"Sounds like you've thought this through real fuckin' thoroughly, Xeno. But right now, I don't give a shit about the science behind it. All I know is that you're mine, and I'm gonna make damn sure everyone knows it. I'm gonna fuck you so hard, pump you so full of my cum, that there won't be a single doubt left in your pretty little head about who you belong to."
To emphasize his point, Stanley punctuated his words with a sharp thrust of his hips, slamming his cock into Xeno's prostate with brutal force.
At the same time, he wrapped a hand around the back of Xeno's neck, gripping the omega's throat and forcing his head down, pinning him down.
"You wanted to be claimed, so I'm gonna claim this tight cunt. You wanted to be bred, so I'm gonna flood your guts with my seed.And you wanted to be marked, so I'm gonna make sure every alpha at your fucking workplace can smell me on you, in you, everywhere."
Stanley's other hand slid around to the front of Xeno's body, wrapping around the omega's renewed erection.
He stroked it in time with his thrusts, the calloused pads of his fingers dragging deliciously over the sensitive flesh.
Xeno arched into the touch, a choked moan spilling from his lips as his cock throbbed in Stanley's grip.
"You're my omega, Xeno. My mate. And I'm gonna fuck you like it, over and over again, until there's no question left. Now stop thinking so damn much and just fuckin' feel it."
With that, Stanley redoubled his efforts, pounding into Xeno's ass with wild abandon.
The living room filled with the sounds of their coupling, the wet slap of flesh on flesh, the harsh pants and grunts of their breathing, and the occasional lewd moan or growl as pleasure overtook them both.
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As the first rays of morning light pierced through the curtains, Xeno became gradually aware of their compromising position.
He blinked, his vision adjusting to the bright light that seemed to illuminate the intimacy of their coupling with stark clarity.
The haze of lust that had clouded his mind began to lift, replaced by a creeping sense of embarrassment and awkwardness.
Stanley, still buried deep inside Xeno and gripping the omega's hips possessively, seemed reluctant to let his claim go.
He nuzzled into Xeno's neck, inhaling the mingled scent of their releases that coated the omega's skin.
The alpha's cock twitched inside Xeno's stretched hole, a reminder of the intense claiming that had just occurred.
Xeno, feeling the heat of Stanley's skin against his back, the weight of his body pressing him down, felt a sudden urge to diffuse the charged atmosphere.
He cleared his throat, his voice slightly hoarse from his earlier moans and cries.
"Ah, Stanley, about that... I apologize for allowing my instincts to overcome me so thoroughly. I should have handled the, ah, pheromone issue in a more appropriate manner, rather than resorting to, um, theft and deception."
Xeno shifted slightly, wincing as the movement jostled Stanley's softening cock inside him, sending sparks of overstimulated pleasure-pain through his nerves.
He tried to extract himself from Stanley's grip, but the alpha held firm, not yet ready to relinquish his claim.
"I got carried away, in my desire to, ah, reinforce our bond. But in the future, I'll find a more suitable way to address the, mm, chemical imbalances that may arise. Perhaps a controlled, laboratory setting would be more appropriate for, ah, testing the efficacy of pheromone therapy."
Xeno's voice was tinged with a slight blush, his embarrassment evident in the way he avoided direct eye contact with Stanley.
He was a man of science, and his uncharacteristically impulsive actions went against his usual logical and methodical nature.
The omega felt a strange mix of satisfaction and mortification at his behavior, knowing he had acted on pure instinct and desire without fully weighing the consequences.
Stanley blinked at Xeno's awkward apology, a slow grin spreading across his face.
He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest and vibrating against Xeno's back.
The alpha tightened his grip on Xeno's hips, not allowing the omega to pull away just yet.
"A greeting like that? Fuck, Xeno, I've missed you too," Stanley remarked with a wry, amused tone.
He nipped at Xeno's earlobe, tugging on it playfully before soothing the sting with a swipe of his tongue.
"I think the way you handled it was just fine. A bit unorthodox, sure, but damn effective."
Stanley's hands slid up from Xeno's hips, over the curve of his ribs, to come to rest on the omega's shoulders.
He massaged the tense muscles there, feeling Xeno relax slightly under his touch.
The alpha leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Xeno's ear as he spoke in a low, warm murmur.
"I'm not complaining about you stealing my hoodie, or sneaking into my room like a secret lover. I fuckin' like it, Xeno. I like knowing you wanted me so badly, you couldn't wait for me to get back to claim you properly."
Stanley punctuated his words with a slow, sensual roll of his hips, his softening cock stirring inside Xeno's sensitive hole.
The omega gasped, his back arching slightly as he pressed back against the alpha, seeking more of that delicious friction
"Forget the science, Xeno. Forget the pheromones and the neurochemicals. Right now, all I want is to hold you, to feel you, to show you how fuckin' happy I am to be back here with you. The rest we can figure out later."
With that, Stanley slowly withdrew from Xeno's body, both of them groaning at the sensation.
Once free, he turned the omega around to face him, pulling him into a tight embrace.
He cupped Xeno's face in his hands, his thumbs brushing over the omega's flushed cheeks as he stared down at him with a heated, possessive gaze.
"Welcome me home properly, Xeno. Show me what I've been missing," Stanley rumbled, before capturing the omega's lips in a searing, passionate kiss