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Part of why Phil keeps bringing up the Omegaverse is because he thinks it’s funny.
The much bigger reason, however, is that it makes Dan mad, and he loves it. He loves the way he clenches his jaw every time it happens, making Dan spit out corrections through gritted teeth.
Phil knows, in theory, that he gets the lingo wrong, Dan told him multiple times, but – Well. It’s just so easy to do, is the thing.
“He’s an Alpha,” he tells the camera with his face playfully serious. They’re watching Twilight, pressed against each other on the sofa, and they’re both tired and stressed from all their tour preparations, Dan even more so than usual, but it’s nice to get to have a little break, even if they’re still filming, still trying their hardest to be funny for the camera more than for each other. “An Alpha in heat.”
He feels Dan’s eyes on him.
“Alphas have ruts,” he tells him. “Not heats.”
“Same difference,” Phil shrugs, knowing it’ll set him off.
Predictably, Dan pauses the movie.
“It’s not the same at all – we’ve been over this. A rut is this insane drive to– to claim and to–”
“They get incredibly horny,” Phil shrugs. “Same thing.”
“It’s not the same thing!” Dan insists.
Loudly.
Phil has to suppress a grin.
“They get horny, they want to fuck, same as–”
“It’s not the same, stop saying that! It’s like…. like this overwhelming urge to just rut into someone, to claim them, to breed them. And you get super high-strung and on edge and protective of your partner, it’s– it’s intense. And a heat is also intense, but it’s really different. Because an Omega will–”
“Why are you talking like–”
“An Omega will want all that – it’s the perfect fit, you know. They want someone wild, someone untamed who goes crazy for them. And an Omega in heat will drive any Alpha crazy, we go completely–”
“Did you just say ‘we’?” Phil interrupts him.
“No, I mean–”
“Do you identify as an Alpha?” Phil is already laughing and only laughs more when he sees Dan’s entire face flush in front of him, going from pale to bright red in absolutely no time at all.
“I just misspoke.”
“I can’t believe you think you’d be an Alpha,” Phil is giggling. “What, you’d spend your day listening to Andrew Tate podcasts about how to breed submissive Omegas?”
“Now you’re just thinking in stereotypes,” Dan growls. “It’s not like that. You don’t have to be some misogynistic chad to be an Alpha, it’s just–”
“What?” Phil grins. “Tell me all about it, oh mighty Alpha.”
“Asshole.” But he swears he sees Dan take in a deep breath – is he actually into this? “It’s about wanting to take care of yo– your Omega. It’s like a natural instinct inside of you, like breathing. So when your Omega needs to be claimed and filled and bred, it awakens your instincts to do that. Doesn’t have anything to do with– with dominance or–”
“Wow, you’re really into this,” Phil says, stunned. “Did you secretly read phanfic behind my back?”
“No, I just– No.” Dan sounds weird now, stifled, his eyes flickering down to the floor and up again.
Phil cocks his head at him, encouraging him quietly to open up about whatever is bothering him, the way he has a thousand times before. Sometimes it works, sometimes Dan needs to carry something a little further up the hill before he gets there, but in the end, he always gets there.
Today, he’s not budging, so Phil settles back against the sofa headrest, shoulder to shoulder to Dan, comfortable, and they continue the movie.
He forgets all about it the next day.
The thing is – Phil jokes about going into heat a lot, especially since they hard launched, feels comfortable in his skin to finally make all the unhinged gay jokes he’s been holding back his entire life, but he and Dan both know that there’s a tiny little speck of truth in the words. Once a month, Phil will get horny as hell, and pester Dan about it for a couple of days. In a particular bout of health anxiety induced stupidity, Phil looked it up on Google once and tried to make sense of it, but had forgotten to add his gender.
The results had been a lot of talk about hormones during a woman’s impending period.
“Did you know women get really horny when they’re close to their periods?” Phil asked Dan.
Dan just stared at him.
“Why– what?”
“Google says so.”
“Why are you googling about women’s horniness levels during their periods?”
And then he’d narrowed his eyes at Phil, apparently picking up on the meaning without any help. “What, you think you’re a woman now?”
“No, but Google sure seems to think so,” Phil had giggled.
And Dan had sighed and groaned and rolled his eyes, but he’d still dragged Phil into their bedroom and taken him apart, fucked him slow and deep until they both came, and then made him come with his mouth half an hour later, and then again when Phil was begging for another orgasm, the first ones barely taking the edge off, like Dan has done for so many years now. Always taking care of him.
And Phil is so lucky with it, too, because sometimes Dan looks at him like he’s a five star meal, and then goes completely nuts. Takes him again and again, with snapping hips and deep, frantic strokes, fills him up with several loads. Phil knows porn, and he knows the clichés, but never before Dan had he known a man to be able to get it up this often.
It’s fucking hot, is what it is, to feel this wanted, pressed down on the mattress while Dan ruts against him wild abandon. Really, who can blame his body for starting to crave it so intensely?
This time, two days after they filmed their Philm Club episode, they’re both really busy with tour stuff, and Phil decided to work through his usual horniness spell. Literally working through it, unfortunately.
He’s sitting on the studio floor with his laptop balancing on his legs, trying to ignore the insistent throbbing, an ever-growing need that really is so, so hard to ignore, but he’s trying his best. There’s things they need to prepare, there’s scripts to learn, shows to rehearse, sets to prepare, upload schedules they still need to maintain, he can’t waste their precious time dragging Dan away to some closet.
But the longer their work day goes on, the more it seems like he’s not the only one who’s spread a little thin – Dan seems to be all over the place, his responses short, his temper even shorter, his jaw constantly clenched and his foot impatiently rocking back and forth, like he’s waiting for a train that never comes.
Phil watches him a little more carefully after noticing. Sees the way his shoulders tense whenever someone walks into their space. Sees his fingers clench into fists every so often. The curl of his lips, downturned and sour, the way his eyes flicker down to Phil every once in a while from his spot on the chair, before quickly drifting away again, eyes glazed over and dark.
Finally, during a quiet moment, their producers busy with something else, he asks with a low voice, “what is going on with you today?”
Dan glances at him.
“What do you mean?”
“You’re acting weird.”
“I’m just a bit stressed, that’s all.”
Phil scoffs.
“Please. I’ve seen you stressed in absolutely every aspect of your life, this isn’t stress. What has got you so on edge?”
“I just–” Phil watches the tips of Dan’s ears go pink, stunned. “I need some air. This room feels stuffy.”
Dan drops everything he was working on and flees the room. Just completely bolts out of it, beelines for the door and disappears before Phil can get a single solitary word out.
“Okay,” he tells the empty room.
Phil gives him a few minutes to collect himself and come up with a better excuse than “I’m stressed” in case he needs it, then follows Dan outside. He finds him pressed against the building wall, eyes pinched close, apparently attempting a steady breathing rhythm.
He talks to Phil before Phil even expects him to know he’s here.
“I’m fine.”
“You’re weird,” Phil counters. “What’s going on with you? Can I help?”
To his surprise, Dan barks out a laugh, sharp and slightly frantic at the edges. “Can you help? Don’t you – is this not your usual – I mean…” he mutters, a hand running over his face before he finally lets his eyes snap back open, facing Phil.
There’s something going on with his eyes – Phil swears his pupils are dilated, turning the usual warm brown so much darker, making them seem almost black.
“My usual?” Phil asks quietly, getting a little worried now.
“Aren’t you horny right now?”
Phil blinks.
“Is that what– are you? Oh,” Phil laughs nervously. “I mean, I am. I guess I wasn’t paying attention to it a lot, with how busy we were.”
Dan stares at him.
“How could you possibly– I feel like I might explode,” he tells Phil.
“Wait, seriously? You need it this badly?” Phil is laughing again, can’t help himself. “What is with you, is it because I’m wearing your clothes?”
He’d borrowed some of Dan’s stuff for the photo shoot, because they both decided he looks best in his dark, ripped jeans, and Dan spent the entire morning stealing possessive glances at him that the idiot probably thought were subtle.
Not that Phil minds – he loves wearing Dan’s clothes, especially today, likes the way they smell like Dan, makes him feel close to him, marked by him. The thought of thousands of people seeing him in Dan’s clothes does something gooey to his insides.
It’s just so nice that they can do stuff like that now.
“Well, it certainly doesn’t help,” grumbles Dan. “Don’t you– really, you’re just fine?”
“Yeah?” Phil asks, stunned. “And you aren’t?”
Dan looks a little helpless like that, still pressed against the wall, like he’s trying to keep as much distance between himself and Phil as humanly possible, his eyes wide as he wordlessly stares at Phil.
Phil steps closer to him and he swears he can feel Dan tense.
“That bad?” he asks.
“Usually we’d already– I’m just used to it, I guess,” Dan sighs.
He has a point. Usually, during Phil’s horny spells, they take the day off and just… go nuts. He’s never ever considered that it might be something that also affects Dan to this degree.
“Alright. Okay. We’ll just– have to make it through a couple more hours.”
It’s funny. Now that Dan has mentioned it, Phil feels it too, like an insistent tug deep inside of him. To stand closer to Dan, to let him crowd his space, press him against the wall instead of just standing there, press against Phil, feel the hardness of his body against him, skin on skin, heat on heat, taste that beautiful mix of vanilla and fire scent that he sometimes has on (he never tells Phil what cologne he’s using).
All of a sudden, Phil realises he’s half-hard in his pants, rubbing his legs together and instinctively sliding closer against Dan, feeling their sides collide now.
Dan lets out a breathless little huff.
“Right,” he says. “Just a couple more hours.”
The outfits are what makes it really hell. They’re practising and Phil is supposed to be focused, giving notes and improving his own changing-speed so they’ll end up doing it perfectly on stage.
However, halfway through rehearsals they have developed a half-assed system that is basically the exact same thing it is every tour – they help each other, catch a breath in the middle of the chaos.
That was the idea.
Now however, every time Dan pulls his shirt over his head, Phil finds that his mouth dries up and his dick is leaking pre-cum like it’s a fountain, somehow. Which is insane, he’s not a teenage boy anymore and he’s seen Dan’s chest plenty of times. He realises it’s insane behavior, but it simply doesn’t stop. He wants to slip into Dan’s arms and be held and nibble at that skin until he’s filled and sated and–
“Phil, for fuck’s sake! This is the third time!”
“Sorry!” he flinches. “Sorry, I just– you–”
“I can’t focus if you can’t!”
“I’m trying, you just look–”
“Shush, don’t say it, I am literally so close to snapping and fucking you on the studio floor.”
Phil takes a shuddering breath, trying not to picture it and failing miserably.
“Maybe we should just call it a day,” he suggests finally, only half-dejected. “We’re both clearly not fully in it.”
“I’d love to be fully in it, actually,” Dan growls, and only then does he seem to catch himself, looking genuinely grossed out at himself while Phil breaks out into manic giggles.
“Okay, yup, we gotta get out of here.”
The unintentional edging might have been the best thing they’ve ever done, because within seconds of them entering their house, Dan is on Phil, basically throwing him onto the bed and climbing him, rutting against him with frantic, desperate movements, his face buried in Phil’s neck. It’s actually so hot, Phil ends up coming in his pants from just the little friction of their dicks rubbing together. Dan breathes heavily next to his ear, muttering curses between bites and kisses, and Phil feels like he’s burning up everywhere he touches him, needs more, so much more. He thrusts his hips up, wriggling them against Dan until he tears both their jeans off and slides down.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me…” Phil does feel wet, though he knows it’s not anatomically possible. He doesn’t get a lot of opportunity to think about it, however, because Dan is gently turning him around, face pressed against his cheeks, and then slides his tongue into Phil’s ass like he’s actually trying to eat a five star meal.
Phil swears he’s seeing stars, moans falling off his lips like a prayer, and he pushes back against Dan’s face automatically, unable to stop himself. It just feels so good, the wet, hot slide against his sensitive muscles there, filling some aching longing he hadn’t even fully understood was there.
He needs to be full, needs Dan inside of him, he needs… he needs…
“Please…” Phil cums again, just like that. Dan isn’t even touching his cock, but he still spurts out all over their bed for the second time, and he doesn’t even have it in him to care about their sheets right now. When Dan comes back up, his face looks sticky and wet and Phil doesn’t quite understand how – did he drool on himself? Kind of hot – and he doesn’t get a chance to. Dan kisses him messily, and he tastes like pre-cum, and it’s weird, but Phil loves it too much to question it, lets himself get lost in it, until Dan’s hand is around his cock.
He’s still hard, somehow. How is he still hard? Phil lets out a whimper, his dick sensitive and about ready to burst in Dan’s tight grip.
“‘s okay, I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” Dan assures him, and something inside of Phil settles at the words, and he finds himself battling the odd urge to purr.
He feels the blunt tip of Dan’s cock press against his hole and inhales sharply, a new wave of indescribable need washing over him.
“Yesyesyesyesyes, Dan, please, inside–”
“I know, I know, I’ve got you.”
Dan pushes inside slowly, infuriatingly so, and Phil’s eyes flutter shut without his input, his entire world narrowing down to the feeling of finally, finally being filled the way he’s been unknowingly craving all day. The stretch is glorious, and Dan rock-hard against him, hands gripping Phil’s waist like they’re scared he’ll slip through the cracks like sand.
“Please–” Phil chokes out.
And then Dan lets go.
Every single clear thought leaves Phil’s head immediately. Dan is rutting into him, thrust after thrust, deep and hard and quick, until he barely manages to catch his breath between needy, loud moans. Phil can’t remember his own name, can’t remember anything but the feeling of Dan inside of him, taking him like he owns him.
It’s so mind-numbingly good. Phil can do nothing but lie there, with his face pressed against the pillows and his ass in the air, letting him take whatever he wants. Dan’s weight is heavy on top of him, holding him down, as if Phil wants to be anywhere else in the world right now.
Phil comes again, which he feels should be absolutely impossible, but there’s spurt after spurt shooting out of his untouched cock and then Dan comes inside of him, and God. He swears he feels his spent cock give a feeble twitch just from that. Normally, he doesn’t enjoy the feeling of cum sticky inside his ass, and usually Dan pulls out and finishes on top of him, but right now it’s heavenly to know he’s got his cum inside of him, and he’s dizzy from the intensity of the feeling, and oddly fond because somehow Dan knew.
“Okay?” Dan asks, breathless and needy, peppering Phil’s back with soft kisses as he gently pulls out and helps his tense muscles lie down. “Satisfied?”
Phil blinks, trying to assess the state of his body, and nods softly.
“Think so,” he mumbles, finding that his voice can barely carry him anymore. “Feel so good.”
Dan nods and lets himself fall down beside Phil, wrapping him up in his arms. He’s sweaty, and they’re both sticky, but right now, Phil doesn’t care. He snuggles against Dan as close as he can, takes in the scent of him mixed with their bodily fluids, and just feels happy and loved and cared for.
Dan is the one who gets up a little later, getting him clean wet towels, a shirt of his to pull over, and some snacks and tea. When the itch gets worse again a couple hours later, the despair has dulled a little, and Dan takes him thoroughly and slowly, until Phil falls asleep with an actual purr on his lips.
Tomorrow, they film a video, and mention none of this again, but all of a sudden, Phil wonders. In the back of his mind, a tiny little voice he has never allowed himself to listen to before, is whispering “what the fuck”.
Phil googles again. He’s not supposed to, but this is weird, right? It’s weird? Just, when he types in some of the stuff they’re experiencing, he ends up on fanfic sites, and that can’t be– that’s not a medically accurate source, surely.
Still.
He reads some of the fics. Sue him, they sound– compelling. At times.
It’s weird, because what they’re describing is exactly what he’s experiencing with Dan every month, but that can’t be. They’re based on a fictional concept of– it can’t be.
Phil keeps an eye on things over the next few months, takes note of little things this time.
When his next wave of indescribable horniness hits him, they’re in a restaurant with friends. Phil sits next to Dan, who is tense and talking to anyone but him, his face constantly turned away, and Phil is starting to get genuinely peeved by it. Right now, he’d much rather be at home with Dan, having his attention all to himself instead of all over the place, have him take care of him, have him be inside of him, put a pup inside– What?
Phil has to actually gasp out loud from the sudden, overwhelming urge to be filled.
He dizzily walks to the bathroom, splashing water into his face. Within seconds, there’s two employees standing in the wash room, concerned frowns on their faces.
“Are you alright?” one of them asks. “Are you here with someone?”
“Oh, yeah, my friends and I have a table,” Phil says, thinking they’re trying to bust him for using their customer-only toilets.
“Yes but– anyone who could take care of you?” the other guy asks. Phil frowns.
“Huh?”
“You should probably go home. Or somewhere safe. There’s a lot of people here.”
Are they threatening him? Why are they threatening him? He just used the bathroom, what the hell?
“I hadn’t had dessert yet,” he says, and it’s not his brightest moment, but he can’t help it. He’s really craving some cake right about now. And some dick, while he’s at it.
“Look, your hormones are all over the place, your heat–”
“Phil?”
Phil blinks, Dan’s voice cutting through the haze in his head like a knife. He pushes past the two men and towards Dan, wrapping his arms around his neck. Usually, they’re a little more careful about PDA in public still, but right now, he doesn’t have an inch in his body able to care.
In fact, there’s a couple inches of his body very interested in being as close to Dan as humanly possible.
“He yours?” one of them asks.
“Obviously he is, his stank is all over him.”
“So why not take him home, huh?”
“Shut up,” Dan growls. “He’s a grown man, he doesn’t need me to take him anywhere and he’s not my fucking property.”
“Actually, could you take me home though?” Phil pleads. “I feel like someone hollowed out my insides like a pumpkin.”
Dan stares at him, forgetting all about his anger about the two employees who are now slipping away with mutters and eyerolls.
“You say the hottest shit sometimes,” Dan finally remarks dryly.
“Thanks, I knew you were into it – Oh, get me a dessert to go, though?”
Dan gets him two, because he’s whipped, and then they say their goodbyes with the tried and tested excuse of ‘Phil doesn’t feel well’. The door has barely fallen shut behind them before Dan presses him against their hallway wall, hungrily leaving bites and kisses all over Phil’s neck.
Always his neck.
Hmmm…
It is a little animalistic, the way he’s pressing his face into the crook of his, like he is actually scenting him. Phil hesitates, then lifts one arm to scratch the back of his head, fingers carding through soft curls, and tugs them a little.
“What do I smell like?” he asks, trying to keep his tone conversational.
Dan is growling softly.
“Like me.”
And then he kisses him until they’re both breathless and moaning and rutting against each other against their entrance wall, and it’s perfect and it’s messy and Phil comes with a shout of his name, and then again and again and again all the times when Dan takes him apart afterwards.
“No really,” he asks when they’re both spent and lying in bed together, thoughtful now “What do I smell like? Is it good?”
“‘s sweet. Like caramel and chocolate and cinnamon, all wrapped together.”
“So you’re saying I’m a snack?” Phil chuckles.
“Sweet enough to have every– every man in the vicinity go crazy over you,” Dan grumbles.
Phil catches it this time – the little hitch, like he wanted to say something else for a moment there, and the weight of all the fanfic he’s read is settling back in, sharp and clear.
Holy fucking shit, is he an omega?
The next time it hits him, and by now, Phil has to face the fact that “it” might be an actual heat, they’re on tour. They’re literally in a hotel room in Seattle, watching a new horror movie together, and Dan – and Phil now realises that this has been going on for a while – notices it first, the way he probably always does.
Phil feels him tense by his side, hears the little sniffles in the air, and then feels it all roll over him like a wave of nausea and headache announces a fever. An ache, a yearn, a desire to be full, surrounded by Dan, caught by him.
He pauses the movie and sits up to stare at Dan.
“Were you at any point going to tell me that I’m an Omega?” he asks.
Dan blinks up at him in surprise, then open shock, his lips falling open and close again like a fish out of water.
“Uhhh,” he finally brings out. “I mean– would you have believed me?”
“What the fuck?” Phil asks. “How is that even real?”
Dan shrugs.
“Just is. I’m an Alpha, so I came to terms with it pretty early? I can’t believe your parents never taught you about this.”
“My parents?!” Phil yelps. “They don’t know! Why would they know! I don’t tell them about our sex life!”
“No, but they should– Okay, look. It’s not all like in the fanfic. It’s not everyone. It’s just– some of us have the genes, right, and they usually come from our parents.”
Phil tries to push the image of his parents having animalistic, wild sex far, far away from his mind.
“We don’t usually uhm– tell the normies, because they’d just freak out and do experiments and all that. When I realised you didn’t know, I just… went with it?”
“Just how often have I driven you into a rut with my uncontrolled heats?”
Dan cocks his head, grinning softly. “Read up, did you?”
Phil blushes. “What do you mean?”
“You’re finally calling it a rut.”
“Fuck you.”
“That’s the idea. Well, fucking you, mostly.”
Phil does his very best to not let it show how much the mere suggestion makes him feel dizzy with want, but he’s fairly sure from the way Dan’s grin widens that he’s doing a miserable job at it.
“I have fucked you!” Phil exclaims.
“‘Course you have,” Dan shrugs. “I’m an Alpha, doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy myself. During heat, it’s usually this way though, isn’t it?” He pulls Phil onto his lap, and Phil goes willingly, immediately, and Dan is right, he supposes, because any other time he may have protested a little, been a bit of a brat just to prove that he won’t be pushed around, but right now, he immediately spreads his legs and grinds his ass down on Dan’s already hard cock, needing to feel the heat of it, the pressure of it pressing against his crack. There’s nothing but the thin fabrics of their boxers keeping them apart.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “Please.”
“That’s more like it,” Dan grins. “Let me take care of you. You can be everyone’s boss again tomorrow.”
Phil huffs out a laugh and lets his lips brush against Dan’s cheek up to his ear, his breath hot as he speaks right into it. “I’m your boss right now, you know you’re gonna do anything I ask of you just as well as I do.”
He’s used to Dan going with his every whim, melting under the softest of pressures, what he’s not used to is the flash of pure arousal on his face at the implication. He bucks his hips up against Phil and they both moan loudly, lost in the sensation for a moment.
Dan puts his hands around Phil’s waist, keeping him in place.
“Alright then, Omega.” And something about the way he says it makes Phil almost cum in his pants, the low cadence of his voice shooting straight to his cock. “Take what you want, then.”
So Phil does. He crawls down Dan’s legs enough to get rid of both their boxers, and then it’s just them, skin on skin, Dan warm beneath him as Phil slides back on top of his cock, letting the tip tease his entrance messily. He won’t even need lube, he realises with his heart beating heavily. Holy shit, he’s so fucking wet, slick leaking out of him like crazy. How has he not realised this sooner? He’s always just assumed it was a lot of pre-cum making a mess of him and made his peace with it but now…
He bites his lip as he sits up just high enough to position himself on top of Dan’s cock. He looks up and sees him watching Phil through hooded eyes, desire so open on his face that it takes Phil’s breath away. He sinks down on him in one long, fell swoop, both of them crying out. Phil’s mouth falls open as he’s gasping for breath, not a sound escaping him as he starts moving on top of Dan, letting himself basically slam into being fully seated on him before lifting himself up again. It’s exhausting and perfect and he needs it – Dan can get so deep like this, can fill him so perfectly, it’s everything he’s ever wanted, he needs it, needs it, needs–
“Do you have a knot then?” he asks, the thought cutting through his fog of lust like lightning strike. “Can you– can you knot me?”
“If I do, I’ll get you pregnant,” Dan says and Phil comes. He can’t stop it, can’t even process it, spurt after spurt of cum landing on Dan’s chest.
Dan holds back a laugh, but only barely.
“Oh, that’s what you want, is it?”
Phil nods frantically, and just like that, Dan finally starts moving, turning them around until he’s lying on top of Phil with Phil on his back, starting to thrust into him.
“You want me to fill you up, get you pregnant with our pup?”
Phil is breathless, his head swimming. He just came, but he feels like he’s going to explode any second now, his cock growing back to full hardness without as much as a glance from Dan, let alone a touch.
“Breed you until you’re nice and round with our baby and everyone can see what I did to you, what you are, who you belong to–”
Phil comes again. It’s insane. He’s losing his mind, has to be– Dan isn’t even touching him, just thrusting into him with increasing brutality, little grunts falling from his lips. Phil swears, if they still had their cheap, old Ikea bed, it’d be rattling around close to its breaking point now.
“I’d keep you in bed and get you everything you want, I would– I would–”
Phil looks up at Dan, his lower lip trembling from the effort of keeping himself together, and feels a wave of fondness crash over him. This big, huge, gigantic idiot gets off on the idea of taking care of a pregnant Phil. He leans up and steals himself a long, lingering kiss.
“Come on, knot me, Alpha,” he whispers and Dan pinches his eyes shut, looking almost pained as–
Oh.
Oh.
Dan comes with a muffled cry, basically flooding Phil’s insides until he feels like he can’t take possibly a drop more.
Phil has never felt like this. Bone-deep satisfaction rolls over him as he gets stretched out by Dan’s knot, feeling it swill inside of him, keeping them locked together. He curls up in Dan’s arms as best as they can manage, both of them a ball of long limbs intertwined awkwardly around their point of connection, and Phil closes his eyes, focuses on breathing.
It’s good, it feels so good. Like he’s spent his entire life with only half an orgasm, and now he’s finally had the real stuff.
“Holy shit?” It’s more of a question than a statement, something in there he can’t formulate with proper words, but Dan understands anyway.
“‘s the heat,” he mumbles. “Basically designed to take knots. Feels good, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Phil says quietly. “I can’t believe you went so long without this. I didn’t know what I was missing, but you–”
“I mean, I never even–”
Oh God. That’s right. Phil was his first. He tries to hold back the instinct to purr and fails miserably, the sound rolling off his lips driven by pure instinct, and Dan laughs softly.
But now that clarity returns–
“Wait. Will I actually get pregnant?”
Dan shrugs.
“We can get you something in the pharmacy tomorrow, should be fine. But we can– I mean– we have the tour. And maybe more. But–”
“At some point?” Phil finishes what Dan seems too scared to even suggest. “At some point we can talk about it, right?”
“Right,” Dan smiles. “Once you’ve come to terms with all… that. You okay, by the way?”
“Feels so damn good, I almost don’t care,” Phil yawns. “Ask me again tomorrow.”
Dan huffs out a laugh and kisses the corner of his lips.
“I will.”
“I know you will.”
In the grand scheme of things, nothing has changed. The sex is still mind-blowing. Dan is still his best friend, and takes care of him the way he always does. So, the lovely smell of burning firewood and vanilla isn’t a cologne, and the heats are maybe, definitely days they should in future plan around, but all in all – Phil isn’t mad about having found his perfectly fitting puzzle piece in the slightest.
“Hey,” he nudges Dan with a grin. “I love you.”
Dan chuckles.
“That’s what every Omega with a knot in them says.”
Phil doesn’t even care that it tugs, he still makes the effort to lift one of his legs to kick Dan against the shin, both of them shaking with muffled laughter now.
“I love you too, you silly goose. I can’t believe you didn’t know. You were the most tantalizing little shit month for month for month for years–”
“Oh hah,” Phil grins, lips brushing against Dan’s neck, growing addicted to his scent steadily. It’s the strongest there, right in the crook of it, and he can almost taste it on his tongue as he laps at the spot, feeling something hard beneath it. “If you think that was bad, you can look forward to all the things I’ll do to you now that I know my power.”
Dan would usually shove him, or call him a twat, or roll his eyes, or laugh, or all of the above, but right now, he’s too busy full-body shuddering underneath Phil, all ability of speech and even breath seemingly forgotten. Phil raises both eyebrows at him and Dan, with his voice hoarse, points at the spot on his neck Phil had just lapped at.
“Mating gland,” he gasps.
Oh. Right. Phil had read about that. Something about being bonded for life if you bit the spot.
Hm.
He mouths around the hardness he’d felt earlier, teeth gently grazing the edges of it, and feels Dan’s entire hips buck up against him desperately.
Ohhhhh. Fun.
It’s a silly thing to ask, maybe, and he doesn’t. He would have, because Dan is a bit fussy sometimes, doesn’t want a wedding when they’re already in a marriage, but Dan is the one to bring it up first, his voice breathless and strained.
“Bite me.”
Phil will. Phil was always going to. That man is his, and the world will know. But he still can’t help teasing him, just a little.
“I thought the big, bad Alpha claims the Omega, huh?” he murmurs with his lips brushing the gland, and he swears he hears Dan whimper. “What, you want to walk around claimed by an Omega? Letting everyone see whose bitch you are?”
It’s Dan who comes this time, knot still buried inside of Phil, giving a couple pathetic little pumps, and Phil grins against his neck.
“Well, alright then,” he agrees easily. “They all know you’re mine anyway.”
He bites down and it’s white-hot glaring bliss. They both cry out, clinging together with tears in their eyes, the intensity taking both their breaths away. It’s like Phil can feel a physical tug to Dan, has him cooing, has him purring, lying on top of him, trying to crawl inside of him, face nuzzling against every inch of bare skin he can reach, taking in his scent, his taste, the beat of his heart. Dan holds him helplessly, and holds him, and holds him. He’s his partner, his Alpha, his entire world.
When Dan’s knot is deflated, they sit both freshly showered spread out on their hotel bed, watching the rest of their movie with very late room service food, and nothing has changed. It hasn’t, Phil presumes, because they’re really only what they’ve always been – bonded for life by a red string that no pheromones in the world can overwrite.
He doesn’t tell Dan about it. Dan likes to know that he has a choice, forges his own path through life, past all the flashing arrow-signs fate throws at him.
That’s alright.
Phil enjoys the thrill of knowing that Dan always ends up choosing him anyway.
“It’s like when an Alpha goes into heat, you know?” Phil says the next time they film their podcast, and then pointedly ignores Dan’s silent, incessant glare. He can’t say anything, not in front of their producers, so Phil gets away with it with a bright grin and a flutter of his eyelashes.
… Until they’re alone at home that is, when Dan presses him against the sofa with a smirk on his face.
“You can’t be serious,” he growls. “You have seen me in a rut, you know it’s not the same–”
“Aw, have I?” Phil grins, one hand to Dan’s cheek. “I’ve seen you pathetically whimpering for me to let you fuck me, that part I remember.”
“Oh, that you remember,” Dan says, his tone bone-dry, but it can’t cover up the delicious flush on his face at Phil’s words.
“If you want me to remember the actual rutting, you’re gonna have to do a lot better than that.” Phil winks at him when Dan pulls back, rolls his eyes, and huffs out a laugh.
“You’re unbelievable.”
Phil can’t help it – it’s funny to drive Dan up the wall. And this whole being an Omega thing offered him opportunities to do so on a silver platter.
“I’m wearing your underwear, by the way,” he chirps. “Do you think other Alphas can smell it on me?”
And just like that, he’s gotten Dan in an early rut again.
Oops.