Midnights

Ari didn't know how long he'd been drifting--lulled into a fragile calm by the slow thrum of his alpha's heartbeat against his back and the dull ache of being stretched open around his knot. Rune had gone still, save for the soothing motion of his hand stroking over Ari's stomach, his chest, the soft murmurs against his skin. It felt safe.

But then it started again.

It always started subtly. A flicker under his skin. A low burn in the pit of his stomach. His body never gave him time to fully recover--not in the middle of his first heat--and even though he was boneless and fucked-out, he was already beginning to tighten again. Need surging back like a tide.

Ari whimpered quietly, rubbing his thighs together before Rune's hand settled on his leg, halting the motion.

"...it's starting again, isn't it, baby?"

Ari nodded. His voice was just a breath. "

Hurts...

"

Rune kissed his shoulder, groaning softly as Ari clenched around his knot involuntarily, the tension and heat in his little omega sparking against every nerve ending. "I know. I've got you. Just let it happen, sweetheart."

His knot was still seated deep, pulsing faintly with the aftershocks of their last round--but Ari was growing slicker again, and the heat made him restless. He rocked against Rune's hips, needy, overwhelmed by how fast the need was returning. Tears welled up again, unbidden, hot and frustrated.

"I c-can't--" Ari whined, "I don't know what I need anymore, I--Rune, alpha,

please

--"

Rune's voice dropped into a low, calming timbre. "You need me. That's all you need to know."

He shifted them again, pressing Ari flat to the bed, keeping them joined as he hovered above. His large hand flattened between Ari's shoulder blades, grounding him, pushing a fresh whimper from his lips as the knot tugged deep inside. "Breathe for me, baby."

"I'm trying," Ari gasped, voice thin and trembling. "I just-- it's too much, it's too hot--"

"I know, I know..." Rune's voice was still calm, patient even through the thick haze of his own arousal. His body was responding to Ari's scent, his writhing, the sheer need that radiated off of him like heat lightning. "Let me help, baby. Let me take care of it for you."

Ari sobbed when Rune started to move again. It was slower this time--gentler. He eased his knot free with a wet pop that made Ari cry out and clench, the emptiness devastating, until Rune filled him again with the next thrust. Deep, unhurried.

He was so open, so ready, slick pouring down his thighs. Every time Rune bottomed out, he let out a choked moan like he couldn't believe the ache was finally being soothed again.

"That's it..." Rune kissed his spine. "So perfect like this. Open and dripping, just for me."

His fingers found Ari's again, threading through them and squeezing tight. "I can feel you, baby. Every flutter. Your body wants this. Don't fight it."

Ari arched under him, helpless, another whimper torn from his throat. "

Alpha, please--

"

"I know, sweetheart. I know." Rune whispered, picking up the pace just a little, just enough to make Ari's breathing stutter, to set the fire burning bright again in his core. "Gonna knot you again, fill you till it takes. That what you want?"

"Yes--yes, please, need it--need it so bad--" his voice broke again into a sob as the pleasure surged through him, messy and wild.

Rune was breathing hard now, the control he'd been clinging to starting to unravel under the weight of Ari's heat and his own instincts. The bed creaked as his rhythm deepened, hard enough to rock Ari forward on the mattress.

"You're so greedy when you're like this, baby," Rune growled, voice fraying at the edges, "so desperate for my knot--fuck, you're milking me already."

Ari's body was clutching him, drawing him in with every thrust, begging without words. His scent filled the room--thick, slick-sweet, and painfully needy.

Rune let out a deep, primal growl and slammed into him one final time before his knot began to swell again, catching hard at Ari's rim.

Ari moaned--loud and unashamed--as his orgasm detonated again, soaking the sheets beneath him, body seizing around his alpha as Rune locked them together, knot pushing deep, forcing every drop of cum to spill into him all over again.

It was too much, so much, and it was perfect.

Rune slumped over him, one arm curling around Ari's waist protectively, the other cradling the back of his head as he whispered soothing nonsense into his hair. "Good boy, such a good boy, baby. So fucking pretty when you cum around me."

Ari was trembling, tears sliding freely down his cheeks as he blinked in the aftermath--wrecked, stuffed full, and still glowing with heat.

And even as they lay there--knotted again, locked together in the slick-sticky mess of Ari's nest--Rune could feel his omega's body already beginning to tremble with the next wave.

The next stage was already coming.

Rune could feel it--beneath the aftermath glow, the trembling in Ari's thighs, the way his fingers curled too tightly into the sheets again. Even knotted, even full of cum, even held down and kissed and praised--his omega's body wasn't done.

Not even close.

"

Fuck,

" Rune breathed softly, brushing sweat-damp hair from Ari's face, "You're still burning up, baby..."

Ari whined in response, low and aching, his head pressed to the bed, hips twitching helplessly despite the knot locked deep inside him. He was delirious--feverish with need, his body overriding everything else. Even his exhaustion. Even the ache. Even the overstimulation that should've made him still.

"I-it's too much," Ari whispered, but his hips were already trying to roll back again. "Can't--can't stop it--can't--" a sob escaped him, one he tried to muffle in the blanket, "Alpha--please--

Rune's heart twisted, but his cock throbbed where it was buried deep. His body responded instinctively to that whine, to the slick sound of Ari's body clenching so helplessly around him. He pressed a kiss to the nape of his neck, breathing deeply against the soft curve of his shoulder.

"I've got you," Rune murmured, voice a velvet rasp, firm and warm as a command, "I've got you, sweetheart."

Ari let out another sob, shivering under him. His entire body ached. His thighs were shaking again, ruined and sore, but still needing. Still chasing. Still begging. "Hurts," he whimpered, but even then, his hole fluttered around Rune's knot, milking it greedily.

"I know it does," Rune whispered, threading their fingers together, "It's your body, baby. It's doing exactly what it was made to do. And I'm right here. I'll give you everything it's crying for." He shifted his hips slowly, just a bit, letting the knot drag at Ari's rim and making the omega keen, toes curling at the burn of it.

"There it is," Rune purred, voice darkening. "That's what you need, huh? Need me to fuck you even while I'm knotted?"

Ari couldn't even answer. His mouth opened in a gasp that broke halfway into a moan, tears springing fresh to his eyes. Rune pulled back just a little more--slow, grinding--forcing his cock to tug harder where it caught.

"Too full," Ari gasped, "T-too full, alpha--feels so tight--!"

"And still you're dripping, baby," Rune cooed, licking sweat from the curve of his shoulder. "Still soaking my cock like you need me even deeper." He shifted again, lifting Ari's hips slightly, the new angle causing his knot to push right against the same spot he'd bruised earlier.

Ari whined, loud and shattering, the sound echoing like thunder in the tiny space of his nest.

"Oh, fuck, that's it," Rune groaned, rutting his hips shallowly, letting his knot pop in and out in agonizing drags. "You're gonna break on me, aren't you? My pretty little mate, fucked open and desperate and drooling for more."

Ari shook his head--but it was reflexive, not truth. His body didn't agree. It was pulsing, fluttering, convulsing around his alpha's cock. "N-no more," he whimpered, but even as he said it, he arched into Rune's hold, grinding back, clenching like he was starved.

"No more?" Rune murmured against his ear, catching the lobe between his teeth, "Then why are you squeezing me like that, baby? Like you need it."

Ari cried at that--shattered little sobs as Rune picked up the pace, letting his knot swell again, each thrust deliberately dragging the bulge against his rim. Ari was pliant under him now, shaking and twitching and drenched in slick.

"Alpha--alpha, alpha--" Ari was babbling now, words garbled and slurred with need, with pleasure, with the brain-melting storm that was overtaking his body again, "--please, I c-can't--I can't do it again--"

Rune growled, a low, guttural sound that vibrated straight through Ari's chest as he slammed in once more and held. Pressed deep. Knot popped. Stayed. "Too late, baby. You're already doing it. You're already taking it so well."

Ari came again--no warning, no build-up, just a sharp sob and a gush of slick as his body clenched and shuddered and locked Rune inside. His hole fluttered and spasmed around his knot, like it was begging it to stay. To never leave.

Rune fucked into the convulsing heat, slower now, letting the aftermath roll through Ari's entire body like an aftershock. "That's it... take it... take your alpha's knot..."

Ari was gone, sobbing through his orgasm, leaking everywhere, trembling like a leaf. Every nerve ending lit up. His thighs wouldn't stop shaking.

Rune kissed the top of his head, gentle even while locked deep. "You're okay, baby. Just breathe. Just breathe with me..."

And Ari did. Shaky, ragged, broken.

Until all he could do was collapse.

Fucked raw.

Knotted.

And still burning.

Ari was barely conscious of time anymore.

There was just heat--smothering, clawing, endless--and the stretch of his alpha locked inside him, the slow pulse of Rune's knot still seated deep. Every throb sent another ripple of unbearable pressure up his spine. He couldn't think. Couldn't speak. His voice was hoarse from crying out, and still his hips moved in little, trembling jerks, rutting back against Rune like his body refused to stop.

"Look at you," Rune whispered, voice low, awed, wrecked. "Still trying to take more. My pretty baby, can't even think anymore, can you?"

Ari whimpered. It was the only sound he could make. His body was so overstimulated it bordered on agony--but it wasn't pain. Not really. It was just more. Too much, and not enough. Every brush of skin sent sparks ricocheting through his body. His stomach was tight, trembling, and slick ran in rivulets down his thighs, soaking into the ruined sheets.

Rune leaned over him, pressing his chest to Ari's back, licking into the salt of his tears and sweat as he rocked his hips just enough to tug at the base of his knot. The sensation made Ari whine, his body locking down around him again.

"You hear that, baby?" Rune breathed, voice tight, "That sound you make when I move just a little?" He growled low against his shoulder, letting his tongue drag over the bruised skin. "That's the sound of a desperate omega who needs his alpha's knot again. Again, and again, and

again.

"

Ari whined, pressing his face deeper into the nest. He was already knotted. Already filled. His belly was so tight with cum it made him feel like he could burst--but the pressure was building again. Curling. Burning.

Demanding.

He shifted, grinding back, and Rune snarled.

"You

needy

little thing," Rune hissed, dragging Ari up until they were both on their knees, his chest flush against Ari's back. His hands roamed possessively over Ari's hips, his thighs, his stomach--so full. Rune could see it now, the way his belly was swollen from how deep he'd come, how much had been stuffed inside him already.

"Say it," Rune growled against his ear, hips rolling slowly, "Say what you are."

Ari choked on a sob, legs spread wide and trembling, "Yours--yours, alpha, please--!"

"My

what?

"

"O-omega--alpha's omega--"

"That's right." Rune's fingers curled around Ari's throat gently, possessive, not to restrain but to claim. "You're mine. All of you. Your heat. Your hole. Your whole fucking body."

He pulled back--just enough for his knot to stretch Ari's rim to its limit--before snapping forward again, hard and fast, making Ari wail and jolt against him. The sound was half pleasure, half sob, every inch of him on fire. He could barely breathe.

"I-I can't--I can't again, alpha--" Ari sobbed, but he was already clenching again, slick gushing, reaching.

"Yes, you

can

," Rune hissed, teeth bared. "You can and you

will

. I'm going to knot you again, and you're going to cum for me, baby. Going to take every drop I give you like the perfect omega you are."

Ari keened, mouth open, eyes glazed. His body was moving on its own now--grinding, pressing, offering.

"You want it," Rune whispered, voice dark and full, "You want to be bred again. Want my cum leaking out of you for days. You want to be so full you can't walk, can't think, can't even breathe without remembering this."

Ari screamed when the next orgasm hit him--violent and overwhelming, tearing through him with the force of a dam breaking. His entire body convulsed, legs giving out as he collapsed into the ruined nest, trembling, shaking, leaking around Rune's knot. Slick and cum mixed beneath them in a hot mess of desire and surrender.

Rune followed with a feral growl, slamming deep, knot swelling fully until it locked them together again. He came hard--ropes of it flooding his mate all over again, adding to what was already too much.

His vision blackened for a moment from the intensity, his fingers digging into Ari's hips as he poured into him.

Ari was sobbing now. Not from pain--but from being filled. So much, again, and again, and Rune was still moving--tiny, grinding thrusts that kept every nerve raw.

"Alpha--alpha--I can't--I c-can't anymore--" Ari hiccupped.

"You can," Rune whispered, threading their fingers together again. "You're mine, and I've got you. You were made for this, baby."

Ari's sobs softened into trembling whimpers. His body locked tight, hips pinned, knotted and owned.

And still...

Still, the heat simmered.

Waiting.

Hunger curling again beneath the ashes of pleasure.

Rune's chest heaved against his back, voice like thunder against his ear. "We're not done yet."

Time vanished.

The world narrowed to heat, breath, scent.

Ari was lost.

There were no more thoughts--just the dizzying, suffocating whirl of instinct that had dug its claws in and refused to let go. He couldn't remember his own name. Couldn't speak in words anymore. Only moans. Only cries. Only the wet, ragged sounds of slick and skin and the endless wet slap of Rune's hips against his own.

The knot was locked inside him again--swollen and twitching--and his body was trembling around it, muscles fluttering with overstimulation and raw, primal need.

He should've been spent. He was spent. But still he rocked back. Still his legs spread wider, even when they shook. Still his body begged, writhing, offering itself up over and over again.

Rune was barely human now. He loomed over Ari, growling like a beast, scenting every inch of sweat-slick skin, lapping at his throat, his neck, his mating gland. He was drenched in his omega's slick. It coated his cock, his thighs, even his abdomen.

Everything smelled like Ari. Everything tasted like him. His mate was trembling, fever-hot and overstimulated, but the moment Rune moved--just slightly--he would clench down, buck back, whimper with want.

So Rune gave it to him.

Over, and over, and over.

Deep, grinding thrusts that rocked them together even with the knot keeping them locked. Little rolls of his hips that tugged at the rim of Ari's hole, made his omega wail, made slick drip hot between his legs and pool beneath his swollen belly.

Rune's hands were everywhere--palming Ari's thighs apart, dragging down his belly, wrapping around his cock just to feel the twitch of it. Every touch set off another wave.

Ari wasn't here anymore. He was just sound. He was sobs and whimpers and broken gasps, his fingers clawing at the bedding, the walls, Rune's arms--anything he could reach. His mouth worked like he wanted to speak, but nothing came out but breathless moans, little cries, shuddering pleas that didn't even form words anymore.

"Shh, baby," Rune growled, voice barely coherent himself, "Shh, omega--so needy, aren't you? You need it again. I know. I know."

He turned Ari onto his side, curling around him possessively, pinning one thigh up over his hip. The new position made his knot grind against Ari's sweet spot with every slow drag, and fuck, Ari cried out--a sound so high and cracked it was barely human.

"You want me to move, even like this?" Rune snarled against his ear, "Still trying to milk more out of me? You greedy little thing."

Ari couldn't answer. Couldn't breathe. His mouth hung open. His eyes were glassy. His whole body trembled violently, clenching again, his cock hard and leaking against his stomach, his thighs soaked, everything slick and overstimulated.

And still--he pressed back. Still--he rutted helplessly against the knot lodged inside of him.

Instinct. He was pure omega now. Heat-broken. Ruined. A vessel made to be filled.

Rune growled like a storm, wrapping his arm tight around Ari's waist, keeping him close. "You're not gonna stop until I breed this hole raw, are you?"

Ari keened--sharp and desperate--and his body answered for him, clenching down in rhythm with Rune's words.

"You want to be full. Always full. You want to feel me knotting you again and again until it takes." His teeth nipped the base of Ari's neck, not hard enough to bite--not yet--but close. So close. "Want to be heavy with my pups, isn't that right, baby?"

Ari bucked and came. No warning. No build. Just need. His cock spilled messily between them, untouched, his whole body seizing and grinding as another wave of heat-born ecstasy shattered him apart.

Rune groaned low in his chest, the feeling of Ari's body clenching around his knot enough to make him throb all over again. "Fuck--fuck, you're so

tight

, so fucking perfect."

But Ari wasn't done.

His heat wouldn't let him be done.

Even as he collapsed back against Rune, boneless and soaked in sweat and slick and tears, his hips twitched. His thighs spread. He moaned, long and low and wordless, rolling back against Rune's cock like his body had forgotten how to stop.

Rune's fingers threaded through his hair, tugging his head back so he could scent along his jaw, the ragged edge of his breath sending a shiver down Ari's spine.

Ari sobbed in response, and Rune rutted against him again--slow, heavy, dragging his knot against the raw and swollen rim of his hole.

"You're gonna take me again, baby," Rune growled, feral and full of fire. "Even if you pass out on my knot. Even if you go limp and melt into this bed. I'll keep breeding you until your heat burns out. Until it's me and nothing else in your body."

It built like a thunderhead--deep, ominous, crackling at the edges of Ari's skin.

Every breath was fire. Every clench of his hole around Rune's knot made his world splinter further into pure sensation. His body was wrung out, slick-sticky and trembling, nerves raw and oversensitive--but the heat didn't care. It surged again, a tidal wave rising behind his ribs, and this time it felt like it was going to devour him.

Rune felt it too.

Felt the desperate, helpless grind of Ari's hips, the way his omega's body pulled and sucked at his knot like it couldn't bear the idea of being empty. Every little flutter told him another orgasm was coming--an accidental one, not begged for, not coaxed--just ripped from a body too deep in heat to survive it without consequence.