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. 1 .
Everyone jokes about dating a younger alpha—how they have so much energy and so much stamina that they are bound to wear you out. But really, the warning should be for dating a younger omega.
Perth would know.
Santa wasn’t that much younger than him, just a mere two years that often felt like nothing. Perth liked to exaggerate it, taking their slight age difference as an excuse to baby his omega. It didn’t help that Santa loved it; he loved being coddled and cooed over. It was part of what made them work so well. Perth found Santa so cute that he perpetually wanted to take a bite out of him. Santa found Perth so reliable and caring that he perpetually wanted to take a bite out of him.
And therein lay the problem.
“Alpha, please,” Santa whined, heavy and hot into Perth’s ear. “Just take a quick break.”
Perth was only trying to get some work done, sending a few emails on a Friday evening so that he could enjoy the rest of his weekend in peace. But for Santa, any time that Perth’s attention wasn’t on him felt like a personal attack, especially when he was in a mood like this.
Santa nuzzled further into the crook of Perth’s neck, rubbing his nose across the delicate skin of his scent gland. Perth knew just how much his omega loved his scent, constantly burying his face in the spots where it was most potent. Santa was aware of how it would draw shivers out of his alpha, how pressure on his mating bite and getting a whiff of their mixed scents was the quickest way to get Perth’s attention.
“I’m almost done, baby. Just give me another 20 minutes.”
Santa groaned, the vibrations traveling directly through Perth’s neck. “But I want you now.”
The younger’s hands wandered further down, sneaking beneath the buttons of Perth’s dress shirt. He let his fingertips run along his chest and shoulders, leaving faint scratches that he knew turned Perth on. He was insatiable, a little minx even. And Perth would do anything for him.
“Please.”
The soft whimper was the final straw. Perth quickly swiveled around in his office chair, taking the younger’s surprise as the chance to pull him into his lap. The omega only blinked once they were nose to nose, eyes that were once sparkling with mischief now wide with surprise. Perth had to bite back a smirk at the expression.
God, his omega was just so cute.
“What is it that you want, baby?”
The simple question seemed to snap Santa out of his surprise. But the moment he opened his mouth to respond, Perth clamped a hand over it.
“Ah, ah. Don’t tell me. Show me.”
The smirk that overtook Santa’s face was mesmerizing, mischief glinting in his eyes once again. Perth’s omega really was insatiable…but he never said he didn’t like it.
. 2 .
“You look like a chew toy,” Est stated, unimpressed as he eyed the exposed skin of Perth’s neck and shoulders. “Remind me to never get on Santa’s bad side.”
“You’re one to talk. William practically mauls you every few days,” Pond snorted out, slinging a towel over his shoulder.
As much as Perth loved hitting the gym with his closest friends, he hated how they took every opportunity to tease him. It was customary to talk about themselves and their mates as they moved through their sets. But on days like this, where evidence of his relationship was streaked across his skin, he knew he was in for it.
“Benefits of having a younger boyfriend,” Perth shrugged. “You both would know.”
Pond immediately turned pink at the statement, always cagey when anyone referred to Phuwin as his boyfriend. Perth hoped it served as fuel for the two to finally get their shit together and make it official. But by the awkward way Pond began to scratch at the back of his neck, Perth knew they had a long way to go.
Est chuckled. “Yeah, but William’s an alpha. I expect that from him, you know, with the alpha stamina and libido and all that. But Santa…I don’t know how he has that in him.”
Perth rolled his eyes, fighting back a quip about how the only thing in Santa was him. But he was saved from responding by his phone vibrating in his pocket. Perth tried not to show his excitement when he realized it was a text from his omega, immediately rushing to open the message.
Big mistake.
The message turned out to be two, a photo followed by two simple words. The picture made Perth do a double take, unsure if he was really seeing what his mate had sent. But sure enough, it was a picture of Santa, naked on his knees in front of the mirror in their shared bedroom, legs parted just enough to see the hickeys that Perth left on his inner thighs, the rest left to imagination. He was staring into the phone camera through the mirror, his eyes wide and pleading just like they were when he begged Perth for attention, for touch, for more.
Miss u <3
The two words taunted Perth as he gaped at his phone. While Santa frequently messaged him when they were apart, rarely did he get so explicit. As much as Perth would have liked to say he didn’t appreciate it, the sudden tightness in his gym shorts would beg to differ.
“Don’t tell me that’s him,” Pond groaned. “If he bruises you any more, we’re gonna need to take you to the hospital, dude.”
I don’t care, Perth immediately thought. And it was true. He would let Santa bruise and scratch him up until there was nothing left if that was what made Santa happy. He’d gladly cut his workouts short and never work another day in his life if it meant that he could keep his omega in bed with him. A lick of heat curled in his belly at the thought.
“I gotta go,” Perth stated, not even waiting for a response before heading to the locker room.
Pond and Est just watched his retreating form, holding in laughter at his haste.
. 3 .
Santa always looked innocent to outsiders; it was part of his charm. He had those wide, pleading eyes that seemed to sparkle in the right light. His smile was always sweet, his toothy grin and rounded cheeks making even the steeliest souls melt into syrupy sweetness. He had the kind of voice that instantly calmed people, clear and melodic in a way that made you want to divulge your deepest secrets.
It was the main reason that no one ever expected him to be the minx that he was.
Perth struggled to keep the polite smile on his face as his coworkers rambled on about the newest project. He was supposed to be engaged in the conversation, and he was really trying to be. This project was major for the firm, a new deal that was set to bring millions to the company. But Perth could really give less of a shit about the logistics when there was a hand trailing dangerously high up his thigh.
Santa’s smile gave away nothing. He was the picture perfect corporate boyfriend, smiling and nodding along, laughing at everyone’s horrendously dry jokes. He was a vision in his starched dress shirt and pressed slacks, a vision that contrasted so sharply with the way his hands were moving under the table.
“You agree, right, Perth?”
The question immediately snapped the alpha back to attention, struggling to scan his brain for any hints of what he was supposed to be agreeing to. Right, the marketing strategy.
“Yeah, I know that our marketing department is going to crush it.”
It was enough to satisfy the coworker in front of him, apparently, who gave him a triumphant smile before continuing to talk with the person next to him. Perth sighed, but his relief was short-lived. The fingers on his thigh trailed further up, tracing the seam of his slacks until they rested just below his crotch.
Perth coughed, trying to hide his surprise. He turned to Santa who was the perfect picture of nonchalance. He even had the nerve to turn back to his mate, eyes widened in faux concern.
“Are you okay, honey?”
Perth wanted to laugh. Santa never called him honey unless he was mocking him. And the hand beginning to draw slow circles in the crease of his thigh was showing him that his omega was doing exactly that.
Perth plastered on a fake smile of his own. “I’m fine, honey. Just a little something stuck in my throat.”
“Aw, I get it,” Santa pouted in fake sympathy, lowering his voice so that it was a mere whisper between the two of them. “It’s been too long since I felt that. Something in my throat, forcing itself deeper, making me cho–.”
“I think we’re going to head out!” Perth exclaimed, his sudden outburst catching the attention of everyone at the table. “Santa’s not feeling well, unfortunately.”
Santa, in all his shamelessness, at least had the decency to act the part, wincing a little as he stood from the table. He bit back a smirk as Perth rushed through pleasantries and goodbyes, just happy to have his alpha’s hand on the small of his back. He let Perth lead him out with urgency, his smile in full bloom once the pair stepped out of the restaurant.
Perth let out a loud groan as they walked towards his car, fingers tightening around Santa’s waist. “You’re a menace.”
“Oh yeah?” Santa teased, eyes flashing with mischief. “Does that mean you’re going to punish me, alpha?”
The heat that bloomed in Perth’s core was crippling, forcing him to throw his head back to keep his composure. Santa, on the other hand, was all too delighted at his alpha’s pain, giggling as he slid into the car. As much as Perth loved his omega, he lamented the fact that he was leaving a company dinner with his pants a little too tight, not for the first time.
. 4 .
Vacations were few and far in between, but Perth always vowed to make the most of them. They weren’t always spent on extravagant getaways to far away places. Sometimes the two of them would simply stay in the house, enjoying each other’s company. Other times, they would pile into Perth’s car and simply drive.
It was one of Perth’s favorite feelings. There was nothing better than cruising down the highway with the windows rolled down, wind ruffling his hair, and his omega next to him, bright eyed and smiling as he held Perth’s hand over the center console. Even with the breeze, the car was filled with the scent of them, the permanent mixing of creamy peaches and bourbon blanketing the warm leather interior.
Sometimes the two of them would chatter away about anything and everything under the sun. Sometimes they would take terms harmonizing with their chosen playlist, stealing glances as they showered each other with corny lyrics. Sometimes, they would just sit in silence, enjoying each other’s company with no sound except for the rush of wind serving as their background.
Perth always enjoyed times like these, driving his beautiful car with his beautiful passenger princess at his side. Santa looked like a vision beside him, with his hair wind tousled and a soft smile on his face. The late afternoon sun highlighted the honey brown color of his eyes, making his paler skin seemingly glow in comparison.
God, Perth loved him.
Santa had both arms clutching his alpha’s bicep, letting his thumb stroke over the exposed skin at the hem of his shirt sleeve. Occasionally, he would give a little squeeze, loving the feel of hard muscle between his fingertips. It wasn’t even like Perth was that built, but Santa’s appreciation was enough to remind him why he frequented the gym.
“Your arms are so…” Santa trailed off in a whisper, as if he hadn’t meant for Perth to hear him. But of course, he could never be so lucky.
“So…?”
“So strong, so sexy,” the omega all but purred. “It makes me want to bite you.”
A flash of heat worked its way through Perth’s chest, causing him to clutch the steering wheel a bit tighter. It only grew stronger when he felt the sharp nip of teeth against the skin of his bicep, only to be soothed by a warm tongue. Santa’s lips followed closely after, punctuating his bite with a soft kiss.
“‘Ta, baby,” Perth groaned through clenched teeth. “I’m driving.”
“You always look so sexy when you drive.”
Perth spared a glance over to his side and instantly gasped at the sight. Santa was staring at him like he was edible, eyes half lidded as they roamed over the expanse of his alpha’s body. His peachy scent was turning a bit sweeter, spiced with the hint of cinnamon that always drove Perth wild. If it weren’t for the windows being half rolled down, Perth was sure it would be suffocating him. He swallowed thickly, trying not to drool.
“We’ll be home in 45 minutes.”
Santa leaned in closer, letting out short puffs of breath that tingled against Perth’s reddening ears. “But I want you now.”
Perth cursed under his breath, shifting minutely to relieve the increasing pressure in his pants. He mentally cursed his past self for constantly indulging his mate, for making him so spoiled. He knew that his overindulgence would come back to bite him in the ass one day.
But the Perth from back then wasn’t much different from the Perth in the here and now. So, he did what any rational alpha would do; he pulled over, ignoring the smug smile and syrupy sweetness next to him.
. 5 .
Perth had never been a morning person. He dreaded the early grogginess and the sharp stab of sunlight burning his eyes. He hated leaving the cocoon of warmth that he had perfectly created over the course of the night. But ever since he met his mate, he found mornings to be a bit more bearable.
He loved waking up with his nose in Santa’s neck, inhaling the scent of peaches and cream straight from the source. He loved feeling warm skin and taut, firm muscle pressed against his chest, burying deeper into his warmth. He loved that rosy cheeks and long dark lashes fluttering against them was the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes.
But this morning, the alpha was pulled out of his dreams with a delicate softness, a tingle against his skin welcoming him into consciousness. At first, Perth thought he was still dreaming, the feeling of pillowy kisses against his chest and neck feeling too soft to be real. Then, the sensation intensified, the kisses growing heavier as they accompanied a slick warmth that could only come from a tongue.
It felt like Perth’s eyes were weighed down, unable to fully open under the warm pull of pleasure. His extremities hung uselessly at his sides, sinking further into his plush bedding. There was something unhurried in his body, a deep sense of safety and satisfaction that prevented him from fully facing the world in front of him.
But then came the friction. It was a slow drag of fabric on fabric, the weight enticing against Perth’s hips. The drag slowly became circles, timed perfectly with the pressure of lips against his scent glands. All it took was one particularly deep grind, the pressure of arousal perfectly aligned with his own, for Perth’s eyes to finally flutter open.
Santa was a sight to behold. He was perched above his alpha, straddling his waist to ensure that he felt every precise, wet grind. His exposed chest was flushed with the prettiest pink, matching the color settled high on his cheekbones. His lips were already swollen, shining in the early morning sun as they pressed against Perth’s skin.
Perth swore his body moved on instinct, reaching up to settle on his omega’s hips. He used the newfound leverage to grind upwards, meeting Santa’s movement in a way that had both of them moaning.
“I was wondering when you’d wake up,” Santa sighed out, throwing his head back to expose the pale column of his throat. “Had to start taking care of myself.”
Perth huffed out a laugh. “I see that. You needed me?”
Santa moaned loudly, eyes screwing shut. His movements were growing sloppy, relying on Perth’s hands on his hips to guide him. It was filthy, the way Santa could feel slick beginning to dampen the seat of his briefs. He was sure Perth could feel it too, judging by the knit of his brows and the tight clench of his jaw.
“Yeah, alpha. Needed you so bad.”
Perth had to take a deep breath to prevent himself from blowing his load right then and there. He would never get used to how sexy his omega was, how lucky he was to have him above him.
“I’m here now. Take what you need.”
Santa never needed to be told anything twice.
. +1 .
Despite Perth’s complaints about his omega’s libido, he was still an alpha with needs of his own. He took pride in being able to keep his composure. He didn’t think with his knot like many other alphas did, especially younger ones. He actually respected omegas and didn’t think that subgenders mattered as much as treating people like people.
It was part of why Santa loved him. But sometimes, Santa loved it when he lost himself a bit, when his instincts would overtake him. Gone was his soft, loving mate. Left in his place was his alpha.
Perth felt the typical signs of his incoming rut long before anyone could smell it on him. He was a bit snappier than usual, a ball of tension sitting deep in the pit of his stomach. He had a burst of energy that he simply couldn’t burn off, even working out three times in one day to no avail. He was running a bit warm, a mild grade fever that he just couldn’t shake. It was a miserable few days until his rut finally hit.
Perth had just stepped into his shared apartment with Santa, kicking off his shoes and undoing his tie in a desperate attempt to get his clothes off. It was too much, the fabric itching at his overheated skin. He was barely out of the entryway when he was stripping down to his boxers, fighting to get everything off as he moved further, following the scent of peaches and cream.
The alpha’s nose led him into their living room, where his omega was curled up on the couch. He looked adorable, clad in just one of Perth’s shirts and a pair of boxers, hair messy as he scrolled through his phone. His eyes snapped up, about to greet his alpha when he took a deep inhale. Perth barely gave him time to exhale before he was on him.
Perth couldn’t find it in himself to be gentle, immediately licking deep into his mate’s mouth as he caged him against the arm of the couch. They kissed in a mess of teeth and tongues, trading soft growls as they clutched at each other. Perth felt the ball in his core begin to unravel, the simple presence of his omega enough to let him unwind completely. But he had experienced enough ruts to know that the release of tension was where the danger began.
“Fuck, baby. You smell so good,” Perth growled, leaning down to nip and suck at his omega’s scent gland.
Santa let out a soft mewl as he tilted his head back, giving his alpha more room to work. After mating, his scent gland seemed to grow more sensitive, every bite directly heating his core. He knew that it wouldn’t be long until he started slicking up, the knowledge alone causing him to push at his alpha’s shoulder.
“Perth,” he panted out. “Not here. Let’s go to the bedroom.”
Sheer heat radiated off Perth as he pulled away, chest heaving and hands shaking with restraint. His pupils were blown, his usual kind gaze replaced with an intense hunger that triggered a shiver down Santa’s spine.
Santa felt it just as Perth scented it in the air — the first drop of slick. But this wasn’t regular arousal. A full body shiver traversed its way through Santa’s body, his eyes shutting with the force of it. When he blinked back open, he could feel the feverish hit engulfing him. His scent began to flare, peaches turning sweet and spiced as his glands began to ache. He felt his bones liquefy, turning him into a puddle that matched the slick that was beginning to bead at his entrance.
Perth’s own scent filled the room, bourbon, sweet and alcoholic, radiating from his every pore. A growl sounded deep in his core, the alpha baring his teeth as he eyed the fevering omega below him. His mind had completely reverted to its instinctual base, nothing but omega and heat and breed running through his head.
Santa’s mewl was louder than before, eyes wide and glassy as they stared at the man above him. “Alpha.”
Within seconds, Perth had the omega in his arms, completely wrapped around him as he carried him to their bedroom. He dropped him on the bed without fanfare, growling lowly as Santa stripped himself of his clothes. Within seconds, the omega was scrambling onto his stomach, back arched as he presented.
Perth groaned, feeling the beginnings of a knot forming as he took in the sight before him. Santa’s milky white thighs and ass were perched in the air, parted just enough to reveal the tight pucker of his hole. Slick pearled, thick and fragrant, right along his rim, dripping down to smear a slick trail down his balls.
The alpha couldn’t help himself from diving in, immediately licking into his omega like he was savoring the sweetest meal. Even though he was rutting, he couldn’t tear himself away from the omega’s hole, practically drunk on the taste of him. Santa was hiccuping out sobs and moans as his alpha licked and sucked at his rim, cries of please and more seemingly falling on deaf ears. He let his body be used as he hurtled towards his first orgasm with a sob, spilling over himself and the sheets below.
Perth’s knot was thick and throbbing by the time he finally pulled away, groaning at the sight of his omega’s red and abused hole. He shifted his hips forward, letting his thick length slide through the slippery mess of slick and saliva once, twice before sheathing himself inside his mate. He and Santa let out twin moans as he bottomed out, the sensation alone enough for the omega to orgasm once more.
Fingertips maintained a bruising grip on Santa’s hips as he came, the alpha gritting his teeth through the rhythmic clenching and contracting around him. It was only once the omega was spent that he started to move, ignoring whines of oversensitivity as he began to fuck into him.
Perth was quick to lean forward, trapping Santa underneath him until they were back to chest, flattened against the mattress. Santa wailed beneath him.
“Fuck, ‘s so deep,” the omega slurred out, lips swollen and slick with drool. “Can feel you in my stomach.”
Perth snaked a hand underneath him, pressing up on his omega’s lower belly to intensify the pressure as he thrusted into him. “Yeah? You feel me here?”
“Yes!” Santa screamed after a particularly hard thrust. “Need your knot, alpha. Need you to fill me up.”
“I’m going to. Fuck, baby, I’m gonna fill you so good. Make you all round and swollen with my pups.”
Santa’s jaw fell slack as he felt his alpha thrust impossibly deeper, teeth worrying his swollen mating bite. He could feel the pressure of his alpha’s knot at his rim with each thrust. Perth was so close, he could tell by the hazy bourbon scent turning sharper as his thrusts grew faster and sloppier.
“‘M gonna knot you,” the alpha groaned out. “Gonna make sure it takes. Gonna get you pregnant, baby.”
“Please—.”
Santa was cut off by the knot finally popping inside him, knocking the breath out of his lungs. Perth grinded forward twice before his entire body locked up, and then he was coming. The feeling of being filled was enough to send the omega over the edge as well, jaw hanging slack as his whole body shook with the force of it. His alpha wasn’t much better, teeth sunken into the omega’s scent gland as he pumped what felt like endless seed into his mate.
The two felt like they were coming forever, firmly pressed together under the intense haze of scents and hormones. Santa could barely breathe with the weight of his alpha on top of him. But he was purring anyway, calm and sated in the way he could only be after being knotted in heat. It took a few extra moments for Perth to come back to himself, the older finally letting out a sigh.
“Perth?”
“Hm?” The alpha’s voice was nothing more than a deep rumble.
Santa bit back a smile. “You’re crushing me.”
In an instant, the omega was being rolled onto his side, still tied to the alpha behind him. Perth’s arm was slung around his waist, thumb stroking gentle circles into his lower stomach. Santa didn’t have to look down to know that the area was slightly distended, still full of his alpha and his spend. He knew that it was for the best to not get turned on before the next wave hit.
“You feeling okay?” Perth asked, his clarity finally allowing his true caring nature to shine through. “Was I too rough?”
Santa giggled. “Not too rough. But I always forget how insatiable you are in rut.”
He could practically feel the alpha’s eye roll behind him. “You’re one to talk.”
Santa just giggled again, settling back into his alpha’s embrace. Perth let his lips linger over his omega’s neck, dragging them over his scent gland just to feel him shiver a bit. He bit back a smile as Santa whined, complaining of sensitivity.
Maybe there really was some truth to the jokes about an alpha’s sex drive. Maybe Perth was proof.