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Mydei pants, feeling fire course through his veins. He pants in an effort to cool down, but even naked the air is too warm, too thick, the weight of his pheromones clouding his senses like a shroud. He can't think beyond the need to fuck something, his dick swollen from his own rut pheromones, his mind drunk on it.
He squirms in the sheets, seeking release from this suffocating feeling. Even when he opens his mouth, his own pheromones invade, pasting the roof of his mouth with pomegranate musk until he's choking on it. He thrusts forward, finding relief in the scant friction between the folds of the sheets. His pants grow heavier, intermittent with small moans. Saliva pools under his tongue but he's too mindless to notice, letting it drip onto the sheets below him. Pleasure curdles deep in his gut, digging in. He’s so close. He just needs to–
"Mydeimos," a voice cuts through the haze, gentle yet firm.
He has half a mind to listen to it, but he needs this. It's more than a hunger that settles in his stomach, a thirst which parches his throat, or the need to sleep that weighs on his eyelids.
Those can be resisted, but he is a slave to the pleasure coursing through him. To his credit, he does pause for a moment, but takes the lack of subsequent demands as an invitation to rut into the sheets again.
A pair of strong hands grab onto his hips, gripping hard enough to bruise. They flip him over, exposing his swollen cock to the cold air. One of the hands gripping his waist snakes around and squeezes it. He imagines it being pleasurable, rutting his full hardness against the warmth of that grasp, but a second squeeze brings him back down to reality.
It hurts. Fucking hell, it hurts so bad. His vision blurs with the threat of tears. Phainon buries his face into the crook of his shoulder, dangerously close to his mating gland, but all he can think about is that terribly cold cage digging into his tender, heated flesh.
It’s not even a normal cage; instead of the usual cage or tube design, he has a fucking lion down there. A lion. Phainon had come across it while perusing through random websites and had asked Mydei if he wanted to try it, to which he had responded with a half joking “Yes.”
Soon after, Phainon had presented his brand new personally customised lion-shaped cock cage with fitted hip straps to hold it in place, grovelling on his knees with watery, puppy eyes, so Mydei had hesitantly agreed to entertain his dear beta’s desires.
It’s been 6 months since then and they both realised they’re really into it. Especially normal, sane Mydei who thrives on the feeling of having his orgasm ripped from him, held just out of reach until he’s a writhing wanton mess. While usually, they regard each other as equals, in bed Mydei wants nothing more than to play the part of a ruined alpha for his beta to use as he desires.
Though crazy, rut-ridden Mydei would disagree.
The warmth of Phainon’s palm leaks through solid metal, curdling Mydei’s growl into a full on scream. He rocks wildly into it with the grace of a fish out of water, but he doesn’t care. He needs to get off now. His blood burns underneath his skin, where his flesh is most sensitive, yet behind the build up there’s no reprieve in sight.
"Naughty boy," Phainon smirks against his skin, and suddenly the hand cupping his dick grabs onto the muzzle of that stupid steel lion. He tugs at it, which forces him to arch his back lest he get torn apart, "I told you to wait, did I not?"
It's painful. It's humiliating. If Eurypon saw what Mydei has become in the face of a mere beta, he'd have rushed to disown him faster. His thighs shudder when the cage snaps back into place, shoving his dick back into his body. The hip straps, smooth small chain-links flush against his body, grate against his skin, and the ring cinching his balls seems to shrink tighter as he gets wetter.
Through the rut-induced desire to dominate, they remind him that Phainon still holds Mydei’s pleasure at his mercy.
He’s going crazy. He collapses back onto the bed in a panting mess. He can’t think, he can only feel. The hand leaves his cock to bend one leg back, tracing the patterns of his tattoos on sweaty, shivering skin. He needs it back. His cock hurts too much. The sli— precome leaking out of him is working too fast to cool it down, bringing him down from his pleasurable high until he’s back to a miserable, squirming mess.
His pheromones flare out, flooding the room with spiced pomegranate and petrichor until he's sure even Phainon's underdeveloped vomeronasal organ can sense it. The man above him opens his mouth and samples the raw arousal in the air; his pupils are clouded, and sweat slides down reddened, bare skin. Phainon's just as affected as Mydei, and if he were a better alpha he could pin down the man above him and sate both of their arousal.
A palm strikes against the round of his ass, before stroking up his waist to trace soothing circles onto his right nipple. He whimpers pathetically. "Mydei," the Deliverer reprimands, as if sensing (or smelling) his thoughts, “Do you really think you can dominate me?”
Hell yeah he can. He’s a fucking alpha who can fucking dominate. “And you can, Deliverer?” He spits out.
Phainon simply hums, eyes flickering down to his dick, and Mydei fully comprehends his position. Naked, stomach up and legs bent, with a perfect view of his puckered asshole. His cage shines in the dim light, glossy with precome as it traps his cock place. In contrast, Phainon rests against Mydei’s thigh, hard enough to make his mouth water.
“Hah, you can try,” a thumb presses against the steel lion. Blue eyes watch in amusement as Mydei gasps and tenses at the sensation, “But how are you gonna do it with this little thing?”
“I– I don’t–“ I don’t know. Tears well up in his eyes. He just wants to be fucked, preferably by Phainon himself. Ah, that’s not right, he’s supposed to be an alpha. He should be the one to turn the tides and sate the burn of his rut, but Phainon keeps jostling his poor dick and he’s leaning over Mydei to pepper kisses and bites along his chest and those fingers are still pressing insistently into his swollen areola and fuck. Mydei bucks into the touch unashamedly, moaning as he feels that tug of pleasure coiling tighter, “Please–”
“That’s enough of that,” Phainon towers over him, drenched in the shadows of their barely lit room. There’s a flush high on his cheeks, but he’s still far more composed than Mydei’s sorry state. A hand stills his hips, while the other shifts to tug at his balls. They're dripping with slick which collects generously in the divot of Phainon's palm.
The hand drifts down, past his balls, skimming his taint, until his fingers press against his rim. He's still a little soft from last night, but in throes of his rut, Mydei registers the fingers as a threat, and fights to wiggle away.
Unfortunately, the Deliverer is relentless. He presses his full weight over Mydei, so his thighs are flush against his chest, then brings his fingers up to Mydei’s rim again, and he can't do anything to fight this fate. At least he waits for the alpha to fully relax before sliding them in.
Slick with pre and calloused in all the right places to drag against his sweet spots, Mydei whines and wiggles those fingers further into him, to feel them prod into his prostate. Curse his previous self for becoming so accustomed to taking it up the ass, he can already feel that pleasure curdling in his stomach, faster than when he was rutting his cock for relief.
Those damn fingers and that (delicious, delightful) cock always play him like a fiddle, when he knows Mydei can't actually cum. Mydei whines, scrambling for the right words. How can he get the Deliverer to see his side? Yeah that man has a sadistic streak, but surely he can see how much Mydei is affected by his rut. He can't be the good, obedient boy that he's been trained to be so far, with the urge to thrust and cum and plug something up with his knot. Fuck, if there wasn't this stupid cage choking him alive…
A single word weighs on his tongue, one which he knows Phainon would absolutely listen to. His cock throbs maddeningly in its cage, teased by fingers prodding at his prostate. One word, and then he’s free– No. He has the pride of an alpha to adhere to, and he isn't going to let some measly, snivelling beta command him.
Instead, he kicks Phainon off, and gets another slap in retaliation. His brain is too melted to even remember what he was trying to do – he simply trembles in place as all the warmth and pleasure leaves him.
"Mydei," He pulls him to his knees by his hair, "What the fuck was that?"
A storm brews in the deep blue of his irises, meeting watery gold. He’s never been this mad when Mydei intentionally annoys him with shittily cooked meals, and certainly not back at the start of his training, when he struggled to handle longer sessions locked up.
Mydei growls. What does he know?! Oh, what a perfect beta with a charming smile, cute fluffy hair, and a grasp on his own psyche all year round! What does he know about ruts and heats and being pulled apart by his own biology? He's not a toy, he's a man. A born and bred alpha who lives to dominate and— ohh that feels nice. A hand cups his cock once again, and he rolls into the soft flesh.
"Be a good boy. You can hold it in, right?" Phainon pats his drooling cock, mocking him, "You just need to be a little cocksleeve for me."
Mydei shakes his head, "Deliverer, I can't."
"Yes you can," Phainon tilts his head, "You just have to try a little harder—"
"Phainon!"
He knows Phainon well enough to brace for another slap.
Instead, he twists his nipple hard. Every muscle seizes, and he arches violently, strung tight while every muscle fibre in his body sings in a chorus of pain pleasure. He can’t see, can barely breathe, for his blood rushes through his ears at a thundering pace while sparks shoot up his spine. It feels awful. It feels divine. It feels like release and imprisonment all at once; his mind floats above the clouds while his dick still pulses with the all encompassing need to cum.
When he comes to, it’s to Phainon soothing his trembling flesh. They’re laying down on their bed, snugly fit like peas on a pod. He meets a gentle blue gaze, tinged with concern, and he can only sob in relief that Phainon's no longer angry with him. His dick still hasn’t come yet, it has only swollen more with his orgasm.
“Breathe, my love,” Phainon wipes away the tears off his face, “You’re so perfect for me, you know that don’t you?” Phainon kisses praises up his pulse, massages the meat of his tits, and Mydei simply floats, heaving, with a mind fluffy and full.
His dick presses against the walls of his cage, and suddenly he’s back.
"Hurts," Mydei shifts in an attempt to relieve some pressure, "Phainon—"
"I've got you," Phainon reaches over for the key on the bedside table, and finally unlocks Mydei. The relief is instantaneous, his cock already filling to half mast. It looks as swollen as it feels, even purpling a little in places from asphyxiation. Phainon gently massages the appendage, "Look at you, you're still so wet."
Phainon's right, precome spills freely from his dick, spurred on by his rut hormones. The way it trails down Phainon's fingers and forms webs between them looks obscene, and Mydei groans, thrusting faster into that tender grip. It feels so good with his cock free. He can come.
He can come.
Alas, he isn't fast enough, as the Deliverer rolls him over to mount him. His rim softened by Phainon's meticulous ministrations, eases the beta inside and they sigh together as his dick sinks all the way to the hilt. His own dick is still wet and hard with no attention paid to it, but he can barely think to rut into the sheets.
Annoyingly, Phainon doesn't pound into him. He warms Mydei's hole with light, aborted thrusts, but otherwise stays in place while he busies himself with something else. Mydei grumbles under his breath: he's right here, for Phainon to take, with his ass up and thighs threatening to slip down, and Phainon has the gall to ignore him.
He fucks back onto Phainon's dick, with some success. It probably looks pathetic, rather than sexy, yet it distracts Phainon momentarily from what he was doing, curving over Mydei's back with a moan as he meets Mydei's efforts thrust for thrust. Most importantly, he feels that pressure against his prostate again and again and again, and he feels he can come untouched just from this.
Phainon, reigning himself back in, leans back to continue whatever he was doing. Mydei hears a familiar squelch, of Phainon's fingers thrusting in and out of… something.
Was Phainon preparing a fleshlight? Was he going to replace Mydei on his cock, and force the poor rut-fueled alpha to watch as something else takes his rightful place? Mydei growled at that, trying to fuck back even faster, harder, to prove that he's a better fleshlight than anything on the market.
Phainon laughs, stilling Mydei's desperation with a hand to his hip, "I'm right here Mydei. I'm not going anywhere."
"…Oh," Good. That's good.
Phainon leans forward, beginning to thrust in earnest and titans does it feel heavenly. Mydei can get his dick to brush against his prostate, but Phainon can nail it directly. Mydei moans, keeling forward, enjoying the beautiful beta behind him.
A hand snakes beneath him, feeling for his dick, and Mydei settles into it's gentle hold. Except instead of staying in Phainon's grasp, it's slid into something tighter, wetter. Mydei gasps and jerks forward, ripping a groan out Phainon too.
Holy fuck, what is that? He can barely think with his rut as is, but the slide and the tightness and the slight ribbed texture… he can only think, can only imagine…
A cloth is pressed into Mydei's face, forcing him to inhale. His senses are flooded with omega pheromones… omega pheromones?
Right, he's an alpha. A good alpha who knows how to take care of his omega. The perfect boy who takes care of his partners so well because he's so good and so patient and—
Mydei whines, fucking faster into the fleshlight. Phainon almost loses rhythm, and it takes a moment for them to sync again. Everytime Mydei thrusts in, Phainon thrusts out, and everytime Mydei thrusts out, their hips collide in a harsh, heated dance.
Mydei loves it. He's always loved being filled, even when it's often met with weird looks and upturned noses. People either don't trust him to stay submissive, or look down upon him for being an alpha that likes receiving.
He's never understood: he can be a perfectly attentive alpha, even with a cock inside him.
Just look at him now, he can fuck an omega just fine and enjoy Phainon's massive dick spearing him alive and nailing his prostate everytime. He loves ruts, he wants to go into rut everyday, but he also wants to be good for Phainon, and he can't be good if he's not wearing his cage. Mydei moans, meeting Phainon's thrusts halfway, before fucking deeper into the omega beneath him.
Is that an omega beneath him? He doesn't really want an omega, he wants Phainon. But Phainon's fucking his ass right now and usually he's weirdly possessive for a beta and would he really let his precious alpha fuck another person? Does he even like when Mydei fucks anything?
He usually coos at Mydei's useless dick, especially when its in his cage, and now Mydei kind of wants to be back in the cage so Phainon can dote on him again. He wants to be good but fuck he wants to come and god he's going to come now—
Mydei cries, thrusting deep into the fleshlight and filling it with his long overdue semen. His thighs shake with effort as he empties himself fully, and almost goes light in the head when he finally feels his knot inflating.
Phainon follows soon after, thrusting a few more times before burying his cum deep inside Mydei with a moan. He pants, licking at Mydei's nape and pressing him into the sheets, while Mydei still desperately thrusts into the fleshlight, even when his knot prevents him from doing anything more than little wiggles of his hips.
Phainon pulls out and shifts off him, likely to get towels to clean them off, but Mydei protests, turning to him with watery, golden eyes. He needs him, just a little longer, until he comes a second time.
"Words, Mydei," Phainon lightly reprimands, though he sidles up to the alpha's side and holds him while he rides out his orgasm.
It's a much smaller ordeal than his previous two, already wrung out from the sex. Phainon coos and soothes his skin, peppering it with gentle kisses and kitten licks while his hands languidly stroke down his body, contrasting with Mydei's desperation. He comes with a small moan until he's shaking like a leaf against Phainon's solid frame.
With a final kiss to his temple, Phainon leaves to grab the stuff they've already prepared in the bathroom. Mydei lies there as Phainon wipes off the sweat and cum sliding down his thighs, before nudging up to gently prod at his entrance. He groans at the soreness, but allows him to clean him out and roll the sullied topcover from under him, while he waits for his knot to deflate
When it does, Phainon eases off the fleshlight with a wet shlup, and Mydei watches in sick fascination as a thick river of spend floods out from it. If nothing else, the amount of cum and the subsequent cleanup defined him clearly as an alpha.
Phainon sets it aside to wipe down his soft cock. He shudders and whines, too far gone in sensitivity for it to in any way enjoyable, but Mydei trusts Phainon's touch and fights the urge to pull away. Phainon hums in approval at his obedience, soothing his body with the warmth of that damp cloth, then gets up to leave.
Mydei, spent and drained, can only curl up and let tears well in his eyes while his companion leaves him for somewhere else. While logically he knows Phainon's gone to clean himself off of their fluids, he craves his warmth, companionship, and also the pain in his dick is making itself really known. Much to his hindbrain's relief, Phainon returns after only a quint and places an icepack over Mydei's groin.
"You're too mean…" Mydei complains, nuzzling in as Phainon settles beside him.
Phainon laughs, "Sorry baby. If it still hurts in the morning, we'll visit the doctor." He nuzzles in as well, enveloping Mydei in his tantalising warmth.
Mydei flushes, "We don't— it doesn't— HKS!" He grabs the throw pillow next to him and bonks Phainon with it, drawing out a pitiful whine from the beta.
"But it looks painful…"
"It's just a little bruised."
"I guess," Phainon sighs, "Let's at least keep your cage off for—"
"No!" Mydei balks. Was he not good enough? Was he too rough because of his rut? Does Phainon not want to—
"Mydei," Phainon coaxes him out of his stupor with a press of their lips. They meld into each other, moaning and nipping at each other's lips. Mydei opens his mouth in invitation, but Phainon shifts back to finish what he was saying, "It's just while you heal. If you want, we can look at bigger cages to wear during your rut."
Mydei perks up at that, before he could even consider that he's willfully signing up for the rest of his ruts with Phainon to be torture and pain. Oh well. He settles in, ready to sleep, before he remembers the question that’s been niggling his mind since he came.
"Who was that omega?"
"…What omega?" Phainon tilts his head at that. How cute, but Mydei can’t lose focus just yet.
"The cloth had something on it, I swear. Did you get some random omega's clothes just to get me off?"
Phainon jumps at that, "No???"
"Then who…" he trails off, before glancing at their bedside table. On it is the standard stuff: an alarm, a lamp, the archeology book Phainon's been diligently reading every night, a bottle of lube, the cloth, his cock cage and… a spray bottle?
Mydei reaches over to read the label, "95% Efficacy Rut Assister for Non Alpha-Omega Couples— what is this crap?"
"…Exactly what the label says," Phainon says, grabbing the bottle from Mydei and placing it out of his offended gaze, "You said you wanted help through a natural rut, so I came prepared."
"Oh, so now our relationship includes this random omega's hormones too," Mydei growls, "Should we invite them to our wedding too? And here I thought you could handle it yourself."
Phainon whines, "I never said by myself — how was I supposed to know you were challenging me?" he pauses, "And they're synthesised pheromones, there's no omega who actually smells like this."
Mydei hmphs, but doesn't press the matter any further. right now he has his loving beta by his side, is stuffed full of cum, and no urge to knot thanks to Phainon's stupid tricks. "Whatever you say, Deliverer."
"…Good night," Phainon smiles into his skin, before giving him a peck on the cheeks.
He knows when he awakes, he'll be unbearably horny, but he drifts off in the warmth of this respite.