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"Alpha?" Macklin says uncertainly as he eyes Will's position on the couch.
"C'mon, Mackie. Let me take care of you."
"Have I been bad?"
"No, honey," Will says easily, "Not at all."
"Then why?"
"Baby," Will coos, "you need it."
Mack whines and shifts on his feet a liftle, "But it's for bad omegas."
"No, it isn't. Who told you that?"
Mack shrugs.
Will narrows his eyes but doesn't adress it, "It's for disregulated omegas. Which you currently are. Over my lap now, Mackie."
"But-"
"Now."
Macklin swallows heavily but hesitantly approaches the couch. His alpha catches him around the waist and guides him down over his lap. Mack's face lands softly on the couch, his ass firmly laid over Will's lap.
"There we go," Will coos, and runs a hand up Mack's spine to scruff him.
Mack goes boneless with a little gasp. Will's hands a quick and efficient as they tug his shorts down and off. His lace boxers stay, though. Will runs his palm over Mack's ass, gentle and sure. The hand at his nape tightens.
"Sweet boy," Will praises.
The TV clicks on and the low drone of some documentary fills the room. Will loves documentaries. Because he's a loser like that. Mack turns his head towards the sound instantly, curiousity rearing up inside him. He hopes its an animal one. He likes those. Plus, Delly is always surprised when he knows animal facts.
"Shh," Will says gently, "You've seen this one before, baby."
Mack whines into the couch cushion but stays where he is. Will leaves one hand on his neck and drags the other up and down Mack's spine. He never dips down over the waistband of Mack's boxers. Never insinuates that he's going to do anything but pet. His hands are big and warm and gentle as they run over his body and Mack relaxes in spite of himself.
"There's a good boy," Will says, "Sweet omega."
Mack sighs contentedly and stops supporting the last of his weight as he settles more fully onto his alpha. Will coos at him. Mack's head starts to fill with cotton. He feels soft and warm and sleepy. He could fall asleep like this. Will's warm hands and firm body touching him all over and soft nature sounds playing in the background. It's perfect. The lace over his ass shift, slipping down his thighs and to his knees with ease.
"Ah!" Mack yelps.
Tears spring to his eyes, more from being startled than anything. Will smooths his palm over Macklin's cheek, feeling out the stinging skin he'd struck just a moment before. Will shushes him and then the hand is gone. Macklin has only a second to register that the cold air feels strange against the pinkened skin before Will's hand comes down on his other cheek.
Its just as hard and stinging as before. The sound of it is almost worse than the pain. It's humiliating, to hear his skin crack like that. To feel the way his ass wobbles with the strike. One of Will's fingers traces down his crack, rubbing gently against his hole.
Mack whines at the next hit, his hole twitching pathetically beneath Will's finger. Fuck, Mack was an idiot. How did he miss the hand at his nape disappearing? Will's finger vanishes, replaced by the pad of his thumb. It's slick with lube...its got to be lube, right? There's no way Mack is getting wet from this...right?
The the next time Will's hand cracks over his ass, his thumb presses in. Mack wails, his hands curling into the couch cushions. His mouth falls open a little bit. He exhales harshly on the next hit. He feels like panting. Would that be weird?
Will raises his arm, jostling the thumb tucked into his hole just a little bit. The angle is awkward and has to be uncomfortable for Will to maintain so why - Wills other hand smacks into his cheeks from below. Mack squeals.
"Look at you," Will coos, "You're soaked honey. Absolutely drenched. We're going to have to replace the couch cushions."
That can't be true. There's no way. He can't be that wet. He shouldn't be wet at all. He tries to shift, to glance between his legs.
Will's fingers are ghosting over the moles on the side of his left cheek. Mack relaxes into the gentle touch, only to be rewarded with a firm smack over the little brown circles. He moans into the couch. Will pulls his thumb out and the wet sound of it is fucking obscene.
The thumb that had been inside of him trails up his back and settles at his nape, Will's hand curling possessively over the fine hair there. Mack can smell his own slick, thick and creamy, in the air. Christ, maybe he is wet. When he tries to look again, Will's hand tightnes dangerously. Mack goes limp in his hold, just like a good omega should.
"Don't believe me, sweet omega? I'll show you."
Will's hand comes down hard on the backs of his thighs. It hurts. Its the hardest Will has struck him so far. More than that, it's wet. Slick literally jumps off the back of his legs at the contact and Mack can feel droplets off it hit his skin. He squeals, and then...oh god. No.
"Fuck, Mackie," Will gasps, hand coming up wrap around his dripping cock.
Mack whimpers. No. No he did not fucking cum from being spanked. That did not happen. Will's hand losely jerks him through the orgasm. It almost hurt, but the heat radiating from his ass made it...pleasant.
"Good fucking boy," Will coos, "Jesus, Mack. That was so fucking hot."
Mack sobs once, just a little hitch of breath. Immediately, Will has him up and curled into his side. Tears drip down his face in waves, sobs ricocheting around his ribs and up his throat. Will kisses his relentlessly, soothing hands petting at his sides. His ass throbs. Its indescribable. Incredible. He needed it.
The sobs recede slowly and give away to an almost eerie calm. No anxiety, no fear, no anger. Just...calm. It was so unfamiliar it was almost scary.
"Thank you, Alpha," he slurs.
Will kisses his hair, "You're welcome baby. Whenever you need."
"Promise?"
"Promise," Will repeats, and his nails dig meanly into the moles on Mack's ass. Mack has never felt better.
I wan' new boxers."
Will kisses him gently, "In every color on the market, princess.
Mack nuzzles into his neck a little, tongue darting out to taste his alpha's scent gland. He feels a little drunk with it. With the spanking and the scent and all of it.
"Alpha. I really liked it."
"I know."
"I...I came."
Will kisses his temple, "You did. And it was so pretty, Mackie."
Mack nuzzles him again, "Did you?"
"Don't worry about me, sweetheart. This was about you."
Mack frowns. His alpha should cum too. That's what's right and satisfying.
He whines, "Will."
"Baby," Will says, you're too sore."
And that's true, really. His ass burns and he's going to feel it still in the morning, probably. Will hadn't spanked him very much, but his strikes had been hard and targeted. Maybe his mouth? He opens it to offer, but Will catches his jaw.
"No, Mackie. I'm going to knot if I cum right now and that can't be in your mouth right now."
Mack rolls his eyes, "Been practicing for it."
Will nods, "But you're too far down to try it for real right now."
Mack scowls, "But you should cum!"
"Mackie, I'm fine."
Macklin shifts on his sore ass, wincing a little as he does so. Will's eyes track the movement, pupils dilated just a little. Mack gulps. Christ, he's going to get spanked constantly.
"You could...um...cum on my ass?"
Will's arms are flipping them insantly, the hard bar of his alpha's cock brushing meanly against his sore ass.
"Fuck," Will says, tracing down his cheek with one finger, "You're so beautiful like this, Mack. You were made to have a pretty pink ass. Should keep you like this forever."
Mack whines, arches his back, "Alpha."
Mack moans as the slick sound of Will's hand on his cock fills the room. He reaches between Mack's cheeks, scooping up slick to ease his way. It burns, when he forces his cheeks apart. Mack's cock twitches. Will groans loudly behind him.
Warm, wet liquid slpashes over his ass and lower back. It drips down, collecting in his back dimples, where he's arched. Will leans forward, pressing the mess down into his skin and he folds himself over Mack. His knot had popped, and Mack is keenly aware of where it pressing to his ass. God, it would be awful to be knotted after a spanking.
"Alpha," Mack moans, "you have to knot me after next time. Please."
Will exhales shakily into his neck, "Fuck."
Mack presss back into the knot, feels it slide across his crack, "Alpha."
"God, Macklin. You can't just say things like that."
Mack smirks into the couch.
"Don't look so pleased with yourself."
"I'm so hot, you knotted the air."
Will's hand is lightning quick, landing heavily across the crease where his thighs meet his ass. Macklin mewls pathetically. His hips cant back automatically, presenting himself for another hit. Will gives him one.
"Bratty omega."
Mack wiggles his ass. Cum drips into his crack.
"Just for you, alpha."
Will gives him a kiss, "That's right, sweet boy. Just for me."