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starlingweygrand‌:

The time it took over the course of Greyson’s cleaning his cock and balls, that little bit of maintained physical connection and servitude while they were both regaining their mental space, gave Starling’s more tactical mind a chance to regroup. This was a dangerous game they were playing with each other, playing at being alpha and omega when in fact they were just two omegas together – but the good thing was, it would be mutually assured destruction should Grey get it into his head to start telling anybody about it. The healer wouldn’t exactly be lauded for his playacting with a fellow omega. For taking the name of the Alpha in vain.

So by the time the other wolf finished his job, pressing a (rather sweet, Star had to admit) kiss to his navel before unfurling up against the barrel to seat himself, Starling had collected his thoughts, run through the possibilities for discovery and punishment, and come out of it feeling secure over the outcome. He grinned back at Greyson as he did up his trousers over his damp cock and sweaty skin, saying, “Maybe you should keep it under your hat, pretty wolf. Don’t want all your friends sniffing around me, taking up time that I could be spending fucking you utterly mindless.”

He pecked a kiss against Greyson’s still red-swollen mouth before turning to bend and fetch Greyson’s discarded pants –

–and at the same time, reached below the stacked bank of barrels for that little vial that had rolled out of the healer’s pocket. Stashing it away in his boot, pressed to the divot of his inner ankle, as he stood with a broader smile and held out the other omega’s clothes. “Better get dressed again, sweetness,” Starling said with only a hint of teasing in the pet name, “before somebody comes back here and finds you bare naked and dripping with my cum and your own slick.”

He tossed the pants against the barrel next to Greyson, taking up one of the soft clothes folded on a table nearby and opening the tap on a young white wine to wet it, wiping the worst of the cum-and-slick rivulets from Grey’s skin. “There,” Starling said, tilting his head down so the scruff on his chin, the tip of his long nose brushed against Greyson’s face as he spoke, lowly, intimately, “now you’re as clean as a lovely little omega whore like you can get. Mmmm, Grey?”

“flattered you think i have friends,” grey chuckled softly. plural at that. besides mason, he didn’t have any he considered one, not even co-workers or just pack-mates. he wiped the sweat (at this point, he wasn’t sure if it was his own perspiration or the dank humidity in the cellar) from his brow and pulled on his top stiffly. his limbs were aching, so he was thankful when starling made his efforts to dress less strenuous by fetching his scattered clothes for him.

he pulled on his pants and grimaced at the feeling of slick and cum still rubbing against his inner thighs and between his cheeks, despite starling’s best efforts to wipe him down. after this, greyson would head to the small lake on the outskirts of athos, just to rinse himself down without any judgmental stares on him. the omega huffed as the blond teased, capturing star’s lips in a searing, slightly aggressive kiss when his mouth lingered close to his. when he pulled away, his teeth gently dragged over starling’s lower lip to tug and see it fall into place beneath the upper lip. it was a dangerous feeling he acknowledged to feel like he was tethered to starling in a way an omega would to an alpha. maybe his brain chemistry was just that fucked up but his body couldn’t stop pretending.

“charming,” he mumbled to starling’s way of addressing him post-coital. once he straightened out his clothes and fixed his tousled hair as much as it could be salvaged, grey opened the door to the cellar. the fresh air was like a refreshing blow into his face, causing the heated sweat on his skin to cool and his sinuses to be cleared of the other wolf’s heady scent. it was bizarre to him how star’s pheromones translated as an alpha’s in his head, now. maybe it was the alcohol... “i’m going for a bath,” he said to the other male, eyeing the pairs of alpha eyes that immediately turned towards him now that he’d surfaced smelling of cum and slick.

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greentouch‌:

Greyson barely got his offer out before Bresha jerked his head to look directly at the Omega. He’d never been with someone unfamiliar or so mature. Yet, lack of confidence aside, he still leans in to scent Greyson, breath hot over his neck. “Maybe you need more to drink first, you don’t smell like you want me,” he muttered. Bresha was used to younger Omegas who had little control over their lust for him. Even though Greyson didn’t smell as excited as them, Bresha was still interested and hungry which made him bold. He dared to reach for the Omega’s hand and place it on top of his heavy bulge beneath the tavern bar, the contact warranting a throaty rumble. “Is teaching me something you really want?”

greyson arched a brow as the younger alpha leaned in to scent him. instinctively, he leaned backwards, hoping to distract the alpha’s keen nose from the artificial sweetness of his scent-enhancer. “could be a work in progress,” he mumbled, gaze flitting to his hand that now grazed over the bulge in bresha’s pants. saliva welled up in the back of his mouth at the feeling of it but the young alpha was right; he wasn’t nearly so excited about the discovery as another omega would be. “would i be offering if i didn’t?” he asked, cupping a palm boldly over the alpha’s clothed cock, his gaze confident and brazen, like he was owning his sexuality. “the answer’s no. i wouldn’t. so-----out back?”

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starlingweygrand‌:

The thin pink lip of tissue that clung to Starling’s cock as he pulled out, then crumpled back into Greyson’s helpless body on the in-thrust, made a haze of hot, molten lust rise over his vision like a red veil. “Fuckin’ turn you inside out, ay?” he grunted, hammering into Grey over and over, the muscles of his back and arse clenching with the brutality and intensity of the movements. Watching that lovely little face with its shadows and its hidden needs smooth open for him, slack and slutty, wanting this. Wanting to be rawed and bred by a big hard alpha; the alpha that Starling was always meant to be, should have been. If there was any justice in the world.

Or maybe this was as close to equivalence that some wolves could get. Maybe having this beautiful, greedy, whorish little omega speared on his cock was Starling’s brass ring. Greyson reached down to feel where he was being split open, his clever, elegant fingers spanned over the rod of Starling’s pistoning cock, and then –

give it to me, alpha.

Starling lowered his head, sweat dripping from the pointed tip of his nose, and he did. Whether Greyson was begging or demanding, that remained to be sorted out and addressed later; in the right now, all Star gave a fuck about was how tight his little omega was, the way his pink bare toes were curling each time he was driven through, the heady-hot reek of all that dripping, luscious honey slicking between them and squirting out each time Star rammed his way in to throttle Grey’s prostate.

And then Greyson was cumming; in arcing ropes of pearly cream that were as lovely and graceful as the healer himself, and Star put a hand against Grey’s belly to let it splash against his fingers, lifting them to his mouth to lick and suck off Greyson’s spunk as he ramped up his thrusts. Growling animalistically now, feeling his own release aching in his balls as Greyson practically melted into a doe-eyed, delicious little confection and asked to be claimed, fucking shoved himself tighter onto Starling’s cock even though he’d just been beaten open with no mercy. 

Starling felt a groan build to a roar that rattled its way up his chest and against Grey’s coaxing mouth as his stomach tightened, and his orgasm hit, pumping thick searing jets of cum deep into Grey’s pliant, accepting body. “Mine,” Starling half-shouted, his voice harsh and echoing in the storeroom. “My pretty, sweet little bitch, Grey, that’s what you are, yeah, you know your place, don’t you? Right here with your legs spread open, taking your alpha’s cock like it’s the only thing you know how to do. Like the perfect little omega you are.” 

 Snarling, Star pulled out once he’d shot most of his load, wrestling Greyson down to his knees and using a handful of that rich dark hair to yank his head back. “Suck me clean, slut,” he demanded, drips and dribbles of cum still spooling from his waving, jerking cock.

the way their heat and passions were ramping up was just so addicting and maddening at the same time. it had been so long since he’d felt this way that he couldn’t remember if it had happened at all, ever.

he worked for his alpha’s release, every muscle in his body charged and searing for that crescendo, then, as he watched his lover cum, he was pulled deeper into that ether of a headspace. greyson panted, smearing his spit and starling’s sweat down those tense abs of star’s that tightened as he came a load into him. he knew deep in the recesses of his mind that it shouldn’t feel as good as it did, but pretending was one hell of a drug. he encouraged starling with filthy words of his own, dirty nothings to encourage him that were far lewder than his usual vocabulary. when starling finally pulled out, it was like he’d unplugged something filled with cream, as his load trickled out of his puffy, abused hole in thick drips. he could barely finger the load back in as he was tugged onto his knees in front of the other omega with the heady musk of cock in his face.

he didn’t waste a second kissing and laving starling’s hips with his tongue first, covering more inches of him in the scent of his spit before he paid that swaying cock any attention. when he did, he started with his slick-covered balls, rolling each of those heavy sacs over his eager tongue. greyson loved the weight of his cock against his nose and cheek as he started there. he suckled in that honey-sweetness of his slick and tasted the tang of the omega’s cum as he swallowed him up. he made sure to make a show of it as his golden pupils glimmered under his lashes and pretty red lips kissed and suckled every drop of slick, spit, and cum there was left on that engorged cock.

greyson kissed up starling’s navel and slowly stood up, steadying his weak knees by seating himself on the edge of the barrel again. now that he’d had his brains fucked out, he was definitely seeing things with a bit more clarity. “fuck,” he sighed out through his nostrils, a grin forming on his features. “someone’s getting stellar reviews.”

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starlingweygrand‌:

The goddamned sounds of what they were doing to each other would have been enough to have every wolf in the main tavern hall drooling and rutting, Starling was sure; everything was a cacophony of sloppy, sucking flesh, pushing and giving, being driven open, accepting intrusions. The smell was yet another thing, the heated secretions from both their bodies mingling with sweat and blood and that tannin tang of wine from the barrels to fog the air, cloud into their senses. A miasma that Star was eager to wallow in as he watched Greyson move and adjust and present himself for the taking–

–and what, oh what was that little bottle that fell out of the healer’s clothes, what would be so important and immediate that Greyson would have to carry it with him in his pocket, what could it be? but that would have to wait–

–especially because Starling was mesmerized by the sight of Greyson’s nakedness, the delectable shape he kept himself in, Star’s blue eyes roaming ceaselessly over the hard definition of those abs and that chest. He didn’t have much time for his carnal cartography before Greyson was reaching for him, with that soft careworn hand pressing against Starling’s throat to draw him in close again for a kiss. Opening that dark pink cavern of a mouth as if he was spilling secrets, only he wasn’t, not anything close.

Because Star could tell that Greyson was loving his cock. There wasn’t one single line of Grey’s lissome body, one sound wrung damp from his throat, that said anything otherwise, even when the healer instinctively attempted to slow Starling’s inexorable shove inwards. There was no stopping, surely Greyson knew that. Not now, not after they’d gotten this far. 

“I’m gonna get even deeper still, honey,” he promised, dragging one hand down Greyson’s side to feel the heaving breaths move his palm, before shifting it to the muscles of Greyson’s back and raking his short ragged nails down across that flawless skin. “And you’re gonna take it like the sweet little omega whore you are, my whore, aren’t you? My little pet. Fucking gagging for it, to be crammed to the brim with cock, since that’s exactly what you’re meant for.”

The hot splash of bloodied spit against his taut belly was unexpected, and the fact of it made Starling even more aroused; growling loudly, he grabbed one of Greyson’s ankles and lifted it, lifted his leg, until he braced that ankle onto his shoulder and held it there. With Greyson splayed open, Starling sank in those few last inches until he was seated fully inside the other omega. “Good boy,” Star rumbled. “Look at you, fully fucked out, dripping with slick and wanting every last inch I’ll give you.” He licked a broad stripe up Grey’s beautiful, greedy, suffering face, over his chin and mouth and along the side of his nose, and promised, “–gonna fuck you so hard and deep you’ll be spitting up my cum, pretty bitch–”

And then Starling pulled out some, and almost immediately thrust back in. Listening to the barrels thump and rattle from the force of it. And again, twice more in quick succession, and then as Greyson’s slick filled in more slippery and more viscous, Starling began hammering into him in a merciless rhythm. 

‘that’s exactly what you’re meant for.’ 

it was like those words opened a floodgate for greyson, as his darkened pupiles blew wide and his jaws went slack. something clicked in his temple, like the dusty clockworks were finally grinding into motion, lubricated by starling’s promise to make him into exactly what he was meant for. 

he nodded, haggard breaths escaping those pretty lips now poised into a stupefied grin, of a cock-whore who was clearly getting his brains fucked out. the omega’s next breath was premature, hitched in his lung as star folded his leg to his chest and crammed the last few inches into him. “shit, please,” he groaned, or more like wheezed out. his body quaked as star fucked into him, his hole sopping wet and pulsating around his cock like it was hungry, and wouldn’t let starling pull out unless it tugged with it. 

“yes, oh fuck,” greyson moaned out like a sweet howl, his hand raking down starling’s abdomen to feel the point where they connected. it was nearly impossible to feel where he stopped and starling began, with their intimate flesh slimy with greyson’s oozing slick. he split his index and middle finger around starling’s cock, feeling it pound his puffy, abused cunt as deep as he’d promised. it wasn’t long before the omega’s body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat and the sticky-sour humidity in the cellar. heat and pleasure flooded him, the pain effectively dulled by the alcohol still pumping through his veins.

“give it to me, alpha,” he panted, his words whispered low, like a dirty secret, against the pink of starling’s lips. he was so fucking hot like this, smelling more of the heady scent of an alpha that would have any omega begging to be his breeding bitch. his hole was molding around starling’s cock now, pink walls tugging at the omega’s prick, until a hard, perfectly angled thrust into his sweet spot had greyson seeing fucking stars. “shit, right there, star, fuck me, justlikethat, do that with your cock again,” he seethed. greyson’s toes curled behind starling’s head, and he heard the embarrassing squelch of the surplus of honey, his slick gushing out and around that vicious member, oozing down starling’s balls. 

it had been so long since he’d been fucked that a few bumps against his prostate were all he needed for him to cum like a broken hose, his cock shooting ropes of milky white cum across his own chest. despite the way his hole milked starling past his contractions, he was still riding the moment, stuck in the headspace to provide until his alpha was done. he twitched through his heavy aftershocks, a rich blush covering his entire body.

“call me your pretty bitch again,” he muttered, crooning like he was in heat, like he needed a cock to fill him up to the brim. “yours, all fucking yours.” greyson scooted to the edge of the barrel to sink himself onto that meaty shaft, desiring that closeness that instinct dictated, his lips once more chasing starling’s like he was tethered to him.

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starlingweygrand‌:

Mother Wolf, yes.

Starling was not averse to mindless fucking; he loved it, in fact, the scrabble and slap of flesh against flesh, into mouths and hands and arses, incoherent sounds and slavering greed for the readily-achievable goal of cumming until your balls were empty. And then going on your way, marked up perhaps, but nothing more deep or significant than that.

But this, the expression on Greyson’s pretty, contorted face, the way that Starling was seeing the other omega literally unspool in front of him? It was something else again, unmatchable, rare. Flooding the back of his throat and his bloodstream with adrenaline and a twisted, vicious triumph, because there was almost nothing that pleased Starling more than getting under somebody’s skin. Somebody who was a match for him, in subterfuge and sour-edged words whose meanings were folded in on each other, needing to be unraveled. 

And Greyson was ripping apart at the seams. 

Star could taste the omega’s breath when he made his demand to be fucked, redolent of liquor and desire and ruby-red darkness, and in response Starling moved his hand in tandem with Grey’s between the healer’s parted thighs. He tossed his blond head in Greyson’s clawing grip at the feel of how fucking tight the dark-haired omega was, the pressure of that slicked-up cunt crushing Star’s fingers hard, and Starling thrust his hand up with more force. 

“It gets me hot, yeah,” he grunted, pushing the full weight of his body against Grey so he could fingerfuck him more thoroughly, twisting his fingers together, all four crammed into Greyson’s devouring hole. “Seeing how desperate you are for my cock, Greyson, like the perfect beautiful little omega you are. You want me to split you open, hmmm? Spike you onto my dick and pound you until you’re wailing for me to stop, for me to never stop, to keep you there like my little fucking toy to fuck and fill and breed?”

He pulled his hand out suddenly and slapped it against Greyson’s face, smearing the highly-scented, thick delicious slick messily over the healer’s lips and chin as Starling lined his cock up, the fat meaty head kissing against Greyson’s cunt – almost gentle, a cruel inconsistency with the brutal thrust that followed. Cleaving Grey’s tight hole open, as Starling lowered his head, grunting and giving throaty yowls as he forced his way into that velvet clutch, wetness enveloping his cock with each inch that pressed deep. 

eventually, greyson’s tender heat opened around starling’s fingers, dripping his honeyed slick down that invasive hand and his own that kept the other omega’s from pulling away. “yeah,” he groaned, his voice quiet so he could hear the filthy sloshing of starling’s fingers fucking into him, plunging into his warmth like it was an overflowing honeypot. in the back of his ringing skull he heard the muffled din of the tavern separated by that cobblestone wall, of other wolves completely oblivious to their dirty, raw fucking. 

“yes, fucking give it to me, breed me, don’t ever stop until you give me every last drop in these----” the dark-haired omega seethed vehemently between his teeth, his wet fingers tugging at starling’s full, ripe sacs that would soon be coated in greyson’s candy-sweet slick, too. the stinging slap across his face registered a second later after it left his cheek pink. his head whipped to the side from the force but a toothy grin spread almost deliriously on his face, the thick slick glazing his cherry-red lips. in response, he took star by the back of his skull and leaned in dangerously close to lick a wet stripe over that healed mark where he’d bit him, smearing the slick from his face along the contour of star’s jaw.

but there was a moment when the manic glint in greyson’s eyes died for a second, like he was temporarily tamed by the crown of starling’s cock breaching him. his hole swallowed him up greedily, at first pushing in protest at the painful stretch. “fuck,” he growled, pushing his shoulders off the wall he was trapped against and stumbling backwards onto the top of a barrel nearby. he scrambled onto it in a lustful panic, not breaking eye contact with the other omega---his alpha---for a goddamn second. as he kicked off his pants, a vial of his perfume clattered and clinked onto the stone, effectively rolling beneath some shelves and out of sight.

he parted his legs a little wider and rolled his head back at how fucking heavenly it felt to have starling’s cock slide into him real nice. his abs tensed hard, like his torso was just a powerhouse of sinews and muscle all rippling as he kept his upper body positioned slightly upright to watch their point of raw connection. his other hand, softer than a man’s should be, seized starling by his throat to pull him into a dirty, open-mouthed kiss. 

“fucking love your cock---” he moaned, the hand at starling’s throat dropping to splay out and around star’s hip to stop his cock from curving into his gut. god, as much as he loved it, it showed on his face how much it fucking hurt to take a cock that big with nothing to back him up but his eagerness. 

but his need to stuff that dick into his womb far outweighed the sting. “oh, fuck!” he snarled out in pure ecstasy and pain as that cock sunk just seven inches into him. eight, and his eyes rolled back, his cunt pulsing around star’s meat. “fuck, you’re so fucking deep,” he slurred, spitting onto star’s abs and smearing it down his glistening muscles, the spit tinged pink from the blood in his mouth. he wanted his scent on star in any way possible. in every way. “fuck me,” he grunted. “make me take your fucking cock.”

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kinkykyky‌:

There was never a point in prying. Ky learned that people who wanted help would some get help went they wanted it. So really, Ky had no clue about issues that weren’t brought to his attention. He could only react to things he sensed were coming. His lips rubbed together as the other offered. 

“That is who I wanted to ask to stay behind in the infirmary for me to study. He ended up not wanting to sleep away from his alpha. If you could, that would be excellent. Pass along to him that even though it feels like he’s squishing the baby, he isn’t. If he isn’t happy, just tell him to sleep on his side with some blankets under him.” Ky explained. “Yes, I know.” Ky said begrudgingly. It wasn’t that he was unhappy about it. It was was anxious about the up and coming events with the healers. He also himself wondered when he would eventually loose one because they got knocked up. 

“all right,” greyson agreed. it wouldn’t be his first time examining omegas or even going out of his way to bring medical care to the wolves in need. “anything else you need?” he was an efficient worker, maybe a little too efficient sometimes. the job wouldn’t take him longer than a few days, if not just one or two. “you’re more than welcome to stop by for a physical examination, as well,” he offered. lots of wolves were concerned about being sick and while alphas usually inherited stronger immune systems, they weren’t completely exempt from nature’s curve-balls. it was always better to be safe than sorry.

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what did I do?

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wclfsblccd‌:

“It depends on which one you’re more willing to receive.” Matthew said with a smirk, pulling up an empty chair and hailing down the bartender. “Another pint please.” He glanced over at Greyson and raised a brow. 

“What’s got you so deep in your cups, pup?” 

“if you insist on calling me pup the rest of the night, i’ll take the chastising instead,” greyson said. he got a bit more comfy in his seat and nursed his drink. “a bit of everything, i suppose. drinking’s just to break the monotony a bit.” greyson pursed his lips and looked over at the alpha, feeling his nature bristle just being so close to a wolf of matthew’s status. it was irritating how affected he was by it. “and you?”

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greentouch‌:

The cold ale went down almost as soon as he got it, another habit Bresha adopted from watching the other Alphas. “A warm, wet mouth…” he pondered once his mug slaps against the table. “I guess, when you put it that way, it sounds nice. But I still don’t know…” He trailed off, imagining an Omega using their mouth for his pleasure like that. Accustomed to fantasizing, he delved a little too deep on accident and starts to grow hard beneath his garments. His surge in arousal permeated into the air around him, proof of his immaturity and youthful virility. “Sorry … just give me a moment…” he muttered to Greyson, feeling a little ashamed now that his scent began attracting attention from other wolves in the tavern.

the alpha’s heady scent was thick and musky in his nostrils, and greyson could almost feel the heat radiating from the other male’s lap. it filled his mouth with saliva that he had to swallow back with the ale that had gone lukewarm over time. had he been back at his work-space, greyson wouldn’t have dared, but here this man wasn’t a patient to him. “i can demonstrate,” he offered as casually as he’d comment about the weather. “out back.” 

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Matt doing his lip thing

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masonfletcher‌:

This–this had to be the most painful thing Mason has experienced all of his life. From the disappointment he brought to his family to the constant battles and degrading losses he had with alphas, hearing Greyson tell him that he was leaving by far was by far the worst thing that has happened to him. This man wasn’t just any other ordinary person to him, he was a huge part of his life, someone that was always at his side no matter what. But it’s not like he could be angry at him, this was his right, and he didn’t want to be like any other alpha who wouldn’t even give him the opportunity to voice his desire.

“A week…?” It was even much sooner than he expected, but he didn’t want to question him. Instead, he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. He stood there quiet, listening to the vague explanations concerning this. “You… don’t have to explain yourself if I’m the reason you’re still here.” Mason couldn’t even deny that there was bitterness in his words, but there was nothing holding him back from displaying his true emotions. “I just–I just want what’s best for you… and if you think leaving is what you need… well, just tell me what I can do to help.” He just wanted to fight to make him stay with him, but he was too much of a coward to do so.

“you’ve already helped enough,” he said. “just... keep it a secret for me.” greyson didn’t want his departure to be the talk of his pack, or any pack for that matter. he just wanted to leave unnoticed, like he was never there. not that he had anything to leave behind anyways. he stopped and pulled mason into a tentative hug, keeping it brief in case the other omega felt uncomfortable with the physical contact. he of all wolves would understand that.

“you’re a tradesman. we’re bound to meet on the road someday, wherever i might be,” he assured him, pulling away but keeping his hands steady on mason’s biceps. it was dark but he could still discern the shock and sadness on his friend’s face that made it all the more difficult to carry out his decision. “i’m... sorry,” he said quietly. he knew deep inside that he wouldn’t ever apologize to anyone else for following his ambitions but mason was an exception. he was always the exception. 

insomnia l mason & grey

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aston-haywood‌:

  “You know me. I am a sweet guy,” he laughed winking moving closer and getting close before pulling away. “Well the opposite, you are all attractive and cute when you are too invested in your work but I like seeing you more relax like right now.”

he could sense that the alpha was getting close, his pheromones flooding his nostrils. it was enough to put him on alert since he didn’t usually stay close to the other male while he was working. “are you hoping you’d get lucky, or am i reading too much into this?” greyson looked over at aston, his lips gently pressed against the rim of the glass.

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wesleyxfoster‌:

   “I would not say that I overlook the healers. I guess, I have not gotten the chance to understand deeply the hard work you do,” he replied smiling as a small chuckle escaped his lips. Wesley made it an habit to not over look others roles because each role was just as important as others. “Yes, they are done for the night. Well, you caught my attention.”

a smile curved on the omega’s lips. it wouldn’t be the first time he’d attracted an alpha’s attention, let alone a packmaster’s, but being infertile left him feeling a lot less desperate in the presence of one than other omegas. “flattered,” he said. “i hope you have no aversion to looking, then.” 

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greyson’s got some big ol tiddies

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starlingweygrand‌:

Starling leaned hard into the kisses that Greyson took and gave, the thin coppery tang of blood slicking and blooming in the heat of their joined mouths as they sucked on each other, bit, swallowed. “You’re gonna get everything you want,” Star promised wildly, unconcerned at the moment with whether or not he’d ever need to deliver on the world of connotation that such a declaration might bring with it. At the moment, at this moment, he was set on it: digging up what Grey wanted, with his golden-blackened eyes and secretive crimson mouth and the way he reeked of deep-seated and raw yearning. 

For what, Starling didn’t know. But as Greyson whipped the shirt from his body – Starling helping, to tug it from the healer’s talented fingers – and then groped into Star’s own trousers to take possession of his hard cock, there was at least an answer for right now. Greyson pale and desperate and tugging at Star’s prick with a sort of stricken, innate rhythm, like his motions were being dictated by some force more demanding than the mere biology of rutting. 

And then Greyson said something that stunned Starling rigid where he stood. Made him feel like he’d drunk down a dipperful of new leaf-brown whiskey, overproof and scorching, fuming up into his skull.

Alpha.

With a growl that pushed up lusty and loud from his diaphragm, through his chest and out his teeth-bared mouth, Starling grabbed Greyson by the arms and shook him, hard, before slamming him back against the wall. The head of his cock shoved against Grey’s belly, his abs, where the messy shine of his precome was already silvering each groove and definition of muscle there, and Starling bit down at the side of Grey’s throat and worried at the scent gland there. Bruising out more of it, that bizarre candy-coating scent, as he undid and tore down Greyson’s pants as well. 

“Little omega slut,” Star rasped, licking his way up to Grey’s open, panting mouth, lapping inside for a good deep taste. “Can’t wait to feel a big alpha cock fucking you full, rearranging your goddamn insides, ay, changing your body for my pleasure, is that it? Grey? You getting good and slicked up for me?”

Starling didn’t wait for an answer to that effect. He stripped his cock a few times with his palm, collecting the sticky-slippery eager trails of pre from it before spitting copiously into his hand, and then pushed it between Grey’s legs. Smearing the globby, thick wetness onto the other omega’s hole, thumbing it open and getting it soft and sopping. “Such a pretty little cunt,” Starling gritted out, pressing his chin against Greyson’s, watching his lovely face avidly. “Show me how much you love this, how much you want it, you beautiful little omega bitch. Show your alpha you’re a good boy.”

his skull rattled with a dull thud as star shoved him against the wall, the other male’s face blurring at the edges of his sharp features. he bared his neck willingly, barely feeling the way the pointed tips of star’s canines scraped, then sank into the taut muscle that pulled as he turned his head. he’d never felt so vulnerable, so naked as the other omega licked and suckled away the layers of his faux-scent.

he was taken over, utterly and completely, but the omega hardly keeled as star kissed him and practically throat-fucked him with his tongue. he was equally, if not more vigorous, pushing and breathing harshly, his lips chasing the blond’s every time star pulled away to say words that stung his ego. his scathing words went through him like a hot knife through butter, releasing his pent-up desires in a way that felt so fucking liberating, as promised. “fuck yes,” he groaned, his voice uncharacteristically deep and sultry. “need your fucking cock. need it pounding me tender to take your hot fucking load,” greyson bit out, each word harsh between gritted teeth and clenched jaws; his fingers twisting into the blond’s hairs over the nape of his neck to tug him into another impassioned kiss.

his hips lifted off the wall into starling’s hand, rocking against it with a desperation unmatched. there was something manic in his eyes now, as he looked straight into starling’s with a pretty, fanged smile on his cherry-red lips. greyson’s cock was so stiff, aching and flushed an angry red against starling’s abdomen, and all he could do was rut helplessly against it to no relief. “fuck,” he practically howled. star could see him come undone, just an inch, not even an inch from his face, and the intimacy of it all only heightened greyson’s suppressed need clawing out now.

“i fucking want it,” he growled, canines bared and lips curling into a guttural, snarl. “fucking give it to me!” 

if star didn’t give it to him soon, greyson looked like he’d take it for his own. his fingers in starling’s blond locks tightened, fingernails digging into the other omega’s scalp like little hooks, while his other hand joined the one pressed shamelessly between his legs. to his surprise, he was dripping, his honeyed slick practically running down the insides of his thighs. he forced starling’s fingers inside him, his hips pushing flush against his body to seat those knuckles deep into his near-virginal walls. it would take all of starling’s strength and then some to keep greyson’s hips onto the wall, as he was rocking into him aggressively, fucking himself on those long fingers to get them where he wanted. “that get you hot, alpha? yeah?” he slurred, smirking prettily against starling’s lips.

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I’ve lived two or three lifetimes already But you haven’t been satisfied in any of them

[greysonhunt]

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“That’s it,” Starling grunted, the words of approval spooling out like a length of rope, curling and tying off around Greyson’s proffered throat as he stared up at Star with eyes that were swimming in buckwheat gold, dark and wanting and getting more and more submersed with every moment that they were touching each other. “That’s it, baby, you go on, give in to it. I can give you–”

He stopped as Grey lunged up, swollen mouth open and hot, vulnerable, against Starling’s neck as he moved upwards. Eager, as if he couldn’t help himself but was desperate to be ruined, pulled open, spread apart and fucking vivisected. And then, as if Greyson had heard Star’s thoughts, he bit down and laid the Sabre omega’s skin open, reddening his lips even more and drawing a harsh growl from Starling. 

“Not here,” he agreed, the words thick with lust, his tongue pushing them past his own bared, sharp teeth. “Come with me.”

Up they got, Starling backing up and hauling Greyson along, moving like they were unfolding, grappling, attacking; Mother only knew what they looked like to any of the other wolves in the tavern. But they were beyond caring. The only thing that mattered was their own microcosm of soupy hormones and sweat and desire and candy-rot, and it fogged their senses even under the smell of wood and grape as Starling dragged Greyson into one of the back rooms of the tavern. Stacked with wine barrels in various stages of aging, redolent of the smoke used to cure the barrels and the slight sour of vinegar, wine that had been spilled.

“Greyson,” Starling groaned, backing the other omega against a wall of barrels and grasping his face, staring into the chaos of those dark-swirling eyes. “Why are you scared of this? You want it, I know you do, you want what I can do to you, that fucking freedom of getting lost in the flesh.” He tightened his grip on Greyson’s face, fingertips vicing against his jaw. “Don’t think about it. Whatever it is you keep chasing around that writhing brain of yours, whatever’s leading you around and around in its labyrinth, leave it alone. Do what your body wants.”

He slid his other hand between Greyson’s legs, crushing against his cock. “Your body wants me.”

at this point, greyson was hardly paying attention to how they were getting to the storeroom, all the pointed gazes just an afterthought to him. the must of the storage cellar filled his nostrils next, damp and acrid, but most importantly, pungent enough to conceal his lack of scent. his weight slumped against the wall starling shoved him against, sagging a bit as his knees buckled under the pressure. ‘leave it alone. do what your body wants.’ slowly, his pools of blackened honey roved up, searching starling’s face like he was gazing into the face of an angel. he wanted this. he wanted to feel what a man felt like when he was unhinged, and while star wasn’t an alpha, greyson could damn well pretend he was, just like he could pretend there was something inside him that star wanted to take. 

“i want you,” he whispered like it was a secret, lower lip twitching. “want you to want me.” greyson took star’s face in his hands and kissed him with reckless abandon, sharing the taste of sticky-sweet iron that coated his tongue. as he chased those lips, the other omega’s scent flooded his nostrils, filling him with envy at how it tempted him, and caused his cock to stir. 

greyson grunted, barely registering the harsh, even painful grip to his cock due to how his head spun from the alcohol and the lust. he’d never felt his desires overflow like this, so much that he couldn’t even process his actions until a second after he’d done it. the healer clumsily fingered the hem of his own tunic from the nape of his neck and pulled it over his head, revealing perfectly unmarred ivory skin, rippling with muscle.

‘do what your body wants.’ his hand reached for star’s cock, rubbing the underside of it with the flat of his palm, fingers stroking through the coarse fabric. impatiently, his hand pushed into his waistband and pulled the other omega’s cock free, stroking it while his eyes glowered gold from a deep, hypnotized desire for sex. “need you, alpha,” it slipped, his back continuing to sink against the stone wall behind him, feeling the gravel of it scrape his bare back, star’s grip on his jaw forcing him to look up. as their bodies pressed together, he dragged star’s cock to rut against his fuzzy stomach and chest, painting it in a thin trail of star’s pre.