omekha

[omekha]

“Look at me. I want you to look at me while I suck you off… Show me how you enjoy what I’m doing to you…”

Mekha moaned, his back arching off of the bed as Hunter sucked him off. The man's voice was deep, commanding, colliding with the inherent Omega need to obey that Mekha was ordinarily so good at fighting against. Now, he couldn't do a damn thing to protest, even if he wanted to - his half-lidded eyes were fixated on the image before him, of his cock resting in Hunter's mouth. The man spoke around it, tonguing the tip and licking the leaky slit, all while looking so composed compared to a panting, writhing Mekha on the mattress.

The Omega could hardly string a sentence together, quivering from the attention, watching as Hunter lay beside him at crotch-height and continued to play with his member. Mekha's fingers slid back onto the sheets, curling into fists as his cock was jerked straight into Hunter's awaiting mouth, the man using his tongue to curl around the head and lick up the pre-cum.

"Do you now, kitten? What more would you like me to do to you?”

Mekha choked out a sob when Hunter's fingers squeezed his filled balls, instantly causing his cock to spring upward, starting the cycle of Hunter sucking him and groping him anew. The pressure was tight in his gut, his lower half throbbing from the prolonged pain of his arousal, body trembling at the way he was being toyed - but god, god, it felt good. When Mekha got himself off, he jerked his cock to completion, only sometimes holding himself back from cumming if he had the time to indulge - but this was a long time to be teased, especially while in heat when all he was wired to do was be filled and cum over and over again.

"I-I-I don't-" Mekha swallowed, unable to finish his sentence. He didn't know what he wanted. Hunter's hands had been good - his mouth even better - but he was already so overwhelmed. Mekha didn't think his first time having sex would be when he was in heat, barely legible, unable to take control over anything - but he was in that situation now, lost, only seeking his own pleasure and that of his Alpha, totally dependent on another to guide him through it because he didn't know what to do. "A-alpha, I can't- I-it's hard again- A-ah..." Mekha whined, hips bucking into Hunter's mouth desperately, unable to think about anything else that seeking another release.

"Would you like me to use my tongue inside you, too? Or do you prefer to start with my fingers? Make you cum a few times before I put my cock in you? Surely you’ll let Alpha do whatever he pleases to you, right?”

"A-ah... y-yes... y-yes," Mekha panted, unsure what he was consenting to. Fingers? Tongue? Cumming? Yes but... not quite, according to his inner Omega. No, internally, his nature was whispering in his ear at Hunter's last words - to submit to them, to let this Alpha who he kept thinking of as his, do whatever he wanted to him. If he wanted to lick Mekha's hole clean from the inside, Mekha should let him. If he wanted to plunge his fingers in there and just keep him plugged until Mekha cried tears of frustration from the lack of activity, he should let him. If Hunter wanted to throw him onto his hands and knees and fuck him until his form imprinted on the mattress and knot him so that his seed was filling up his insides, he should let him.

No, no, not should.

Would.

Mekha would let him, because that's what his instincts were telling him he wanted.

The Omega stared down at Hunter, helpless, watching as the man nipped marks into his skin, matching the others that decorated his neck and lips and chest. He had an Alpha right now, who knew what he was doing, who was willing to spend his heat with him - why shouldn't Mekha just let go and let Hunter do as he pleased?

"A-alpha," Mekha keened, desperation in his voice as sweet pheromones filled the room, trying to lure Hunter into touching him more. "D-do it, p-please, n-need you t-tah help me c-cum-"

“I’ll do more than kiss you, kitten…” 

Mekha had been kissed before, but it was nothing like how Hunter was kissing him right now. The man's lips were firm, solid, capturing Mekha's own and immediately dominating their narrative, with the Omega parting his mouth so that Hunter could deepen it further. He was held securely by his neck, but Mekha didn't think he would pull back even if he had been given a chance to - because it felt so fucking good to be kissed this way.

The Alpha's tongue swiped its way inside, tangling with Mekha's, leaving no part of him uncharted. All the while, Hunter's calloused palm was pumping Mekha's cock, causing the smaller man to start rocking against him for more, his member easily sliding through because of the soapy water. Hunter's words from earlier about him pretending to be a virgin were still in the back of Mekha's mind, as well as the fact that it would hurt, but they were totally overshadowed by everything else the Alpha had been saying, about his cock reaching places inside of him that Mekha never thought could be reached. His inner Omega was mewling with delight at that, wanting to be filled by a strong and virile Alpha, one that would leave him satisfied by the end of his cycle.

When they parted, Mekha was panting, glancing down between their bodies after answering Hunter's question about how he liked to be touch. He let out a broken moan when Hunter gripped his flesh with more pressure, sending warm sensations throbbing throughout his lower half.

“Of course you like Alpha’s hand… And you’re only going to enjoy my hands and nobody else’s from now on.”

Maybe if Mekha's mind wasn't clouded by the heat and his cock wasn't being played with, he would have registered what Hunter was saying. It would have sank in, that Hunter's words sounded more like a claim that a game. He'd have never allowed that to be said to him, if he were coherent, especially since it was coming from someone he didn't like and who he wasn't in a relationship with - but the Omega mind in heat operated on a different wavelength. Hearing the Alpha taking care of him make this claim had him gushing with slick, so unbelievably turned on by the sentiment. There was so much - more than he thought there would be. It had to be a result of his heat, right?

Mekha moaned, feeling the rough pad of Hunter's thumb brush over his leaky slit. He was so confident - so precise in his touches, so experienced in what he was doing. It felt easy to just let Hunter do as he pleased, to go with the flow of whatever the man wanted to do, even though it went against who Mekha was. To submit to someone so easily, to allow his body to be manipulated in this manner - he should be ashamed of himself, even if it was all because of his biology. He shouldn't be panting and eager for more, giving his body away willingly, rolling his hips into the Alpha's touch that was making him harder by the second.

“You want my mouth on your cock, too? Want me to suck you off, kitten?”

Mekha exhaled shakily, feeling the way Hunter's fingers brushed over his heavily hanging sacs. His hole twitched, begging to be touched, his sweetness seeping out of him in desperation to be filled.

“Since you asked nicely. Hold on to me.”

Powerful arms securely wrapped around Mekha's smaller body up, lifting him up. The Omega clutched onto Hunter's shoulders, feeling the spray of the water ceasing to hit his body as the Alpha walked the two of them out to the bedroom, lingering droplets dripping onto the floor. Mekha could feel the way their cocks were brushing up against each other in this position, their hard lengths sliding deliciously with every step that Hunter took towards his massive bed. Mekha tilted his head to the side when he felt Hunter nuzzle at his neck, at his scent gland, kissing his throat and his shoulders all without looking where they were going. When they reached the bed, Mekha was gently laid down, shivering a little from the wetness on his skin before the bloom of heat warmed his body. He looked up at Hunter, who loomed over him, placing Mekha's hands above his head, leaving him on full display. The Omega shivered again, but not from the cold - this time from being exposed in front of another.

“Stay still. Open your legs… I want to suck you off.”

Mekha gasped when Hunter's wet tongue made contact with his heated skin, dragging all the way down his naked body, going to his stomach and then returning back up to Mekha's flushed chest. When Hunter's mouth encircled the still-sensitive buds of Mekha's nipples, the Omega moaned, the prickle of pain mixing together so well with the pleasure. He arched his back, encouraging more, small noises he was trying to hold back escaping him. A particularly rough swipe of Hunter's tongue had Mekha moaning loudly, his tone slightly breathless. "A-a-ahhh~" Mekha called out, fingers finding the sheets beneath him and scrunching them up. "A-alpha- p-please, h-hurts-" Mekha whined, but didn't move away. If anything he arched his back up to press his chest into Hunter's mouth for more.

When Hunter had his fill of Mekha's nipples, he continued his descent down to where the Omega wanted him the most. Powerful hands pushed his legs apart, his wet hole and leaky cock in complete view, with Mekha looked down the length of his body to watch what the Alpha would do to him. Hunter's tongue flicked out and when it made contact with his tip, the Omega moaned. The sensation was only fleeting, small, with Hunter repeating it and not lingering for a second longer, which only served to tease and arouse Mekha more. His cock was pulsating, the vein on the underside more pronounced with his arousal, the pressure within him building up from the kitten licks that the man was giving his tip. It felt good but torturous - his cock was there for the taking, but Hunter cruelly only focussed on the tip, not giving Mekha anymore and it made the smaller man begin to squirm in place from anticipation. Hunter's teeth grazed against the sensitive skin, and that was all the warning Mekha got before his entire length was covered by the man's hot mouth. Instinct took over and Mekha bucked his hips up into Hunter's mouth, panting with desperation for more.

“Keep still.”

The reminder - warning - was said with Mekha's cock inside of Hunter's mouth, and the vibrations that shot up through it had him mewling loudly and fisting the sheets even more tightly. His balls felt even heavier now, with his cock being swallowed and tasted in that warm and wet cavern of Hunter's mouth, who worked his arousal further with his tongue. There was pain when the tip of it focussed on his slit, where Mekha's pre-cum did was dripping out of him, and he couldn't stay still - he squirmed, not entirely comfortable at the unfamiliar sensation of his slit being tongued, but too far gone by how good everything felt as a combination to think about stopping.

“Your cock tastes so good, kitten…”

Another moan, the nickname approved by his inner Omega, who was loving this attention. "A-Alpha's mouth is so nice," Mekha whined, one of his hands finding its way to Hunter's shoulder - the non-injured one - and squeezing as if to hold on. His legs fell open even wider as he squirmed in place again, trying to buck his hips up impatiently, the true definition of a helpless Omega in heat. "M-more...!"

[omekha]

what kind of flower are you?

22nd of July

>> Birth Flower: Mini Pineapple >> Language of flowers: You are perfect >> Message: You can surely be perfect by accepting and forgiving your incompleteness

[omekha]

let me tell you your darkest desire

to be as beautiful as you once were

you revisit the memories of your former self in a haze of nostalgia. all those wild nights seem prettier from the rear view mirror. it's an ideal you'll always be trying to replicate, but growth is a journey. and you can't repeat the past. (or can you?)

[omekha]

“I’ll do more than kiss you, kitten…” 

Mekha had been kissed before, but it was nothing like how Hunter was kissing him right now. The man's lips were firm, solid, capturing Mekha's own and immediately dominating their narrative, with the Omega parting his mouth so that Hunter could deepen it further. He was held securely by his neck, but Mekha didn't think he would pull back even if he had been given a chance to - because it felt so fucking good to be kissed this way.

The Alpha's tongue swiped its way inside, tangling with Mekha's, leaving no part of him uncharted. All the while, Hunter's calloused palm was pumping Mekha's cock, causing the smaller man to start rocking against him for more, his member easily sliding through because of the soapy water. Hunter's words from earlier about him pretending to be a virgin were still in the back of Mekha's mind, as well as the fact that it would hurt, but they were totally overshadowed by everything else the Alpha had been saying, about his cock reaching places inside of him that Mekha never thought could be reached. His inner Omega was mewling with delight at that, wanting to be filled by a strong and virile Alpha, one that would leave him satisfied by the end of his cycle.

When they parted, Mekha was panting, glancing down between their bodies after answering Hunter's question about how he liked to be touch. He let out a broken moan when Hunter gripped his flesh with more pressure, sending warm sensations throbbing throughout his lower half.

“Of course you like Alpha’s hand… And you’re only going to enjoy my hands and nobody else’s from now on.”

Maybe if Mekha's mind wasn't clouded by the heat and his cock wasn't being played with, he would have registered what Hunter was saying. It would have sank in, that Hunter's words sounded more like a claim that a game. He'd have never allowed that to be said to him, if he were coherent, especially since it was coming from someone he didn't like and who he wasn't in a relationship with - but the Omega mind in heat operated on a different wavelength. Hearing the Alpha taking care of him make this claim had him gushing with slick, so unbelievably turned on by the sentiment. There was so much - more than he thought there would be. It had to be a result of his heat, right?

Mekha moaned, feeling the rough pad of Hunter's thumb brush over his leaky slit. He was so confident - so precise in his touches, so experienced in what he was doing. It felt easy to just let Hunter do as he pleased, to go with the flow of whatever the man wanted to do, even though it went against who Mekha was. To submit to someone so easily, to allow his body to be manipulated in this manner - he should be ashamed of himself, even if it was all because of his biology. He shouldn't be panting and eager for more, giving his body away willingly, rolling his hips into the Alpha's touch that was making him harder by the second.

“You want my mouth on your cock, too? Want me to suck you off, kitten?”

Mekha exhaled shakily, feeling the way Hunter's fingers brushed over his heavily hanging sacs. His hole twitched, begging to be touched, his sweetness seeping out of him in desperation to be filled.

“Since you asked nicely. Hold on to me.”

Powerful arms securely wrapped around Mekha's smaller body up, lifting him up. The Omega clutched onto Hunter's shoulders, feeling the spray of the water ceasing to hit his body as the Alpha walked the two of them out to the bedroom, lingering droplets dripping onto the floor. Mekha could feel the way their cocks were brushing up against each other in this position, their hard lengths sliding deliciously with every step that Hunter took towards his massive bed. Mekha tilted his head to the side when he felt Hunter nuzzle at his neck, at his scent gland, kissing his throat and his shoulders all without looking where they were going. When they reached the bed, Mekha was gently laid down, shivering a little from the wetness on his skin before the bloom of heat warmed his body. He looked up at Hunter, who loomed over him, placing Mekha's hands above his head, leaving him on full display. The Omega shivered again, but not from the cold - this time from being exposed in front of another.

“Stay still. Open your legs… I want to suck you off.”

Mekha gasped when Hunter's wet tongue made contact with his heated skin, dragging all the way down his naked body, going to his stomach and then returning back up to Mekha's flushed chest. When Hunter's mouth encircled the still-sensitive buds of Mekha's nipples, the Omega moaned, the prickle of pain mixing together so well with the pleasure. He arched his back, encouraging more, small noises he was trying to hold back escaping him. A particularly rough swipe of Hunter's tongue had Mekha moaning loudly, his tone slightly breathless. "A-a-ahhh~" Mekha called out, fingers finding the sheets beneath him and scrunching them up. "A-alpha- p-please, h-hurts-" Mekha whined, but didn't move away. If anything he arched his back up to press his chest into Hunter's mouth for more.

When Hunter had his fill of Mekha's nipples, he continued his descent down to where the Omega wanted him the most. Powerful hands pushed his legs apart, his wet hole and leaky cock in complete view, with Mekha looked down the length of his body to watch what the Alpha would do to him. Hunter's tongue flicked out and when it made contact with his tip, the Omega moaned. The sensation was only fleeting, small, with Hunter repeating it and not lingering for a second longer, which only served to tease and arouse Mekha more. His cock was pulsating, the vein on the underside more pronounced with his arousal, the pressure within him building up from the kitten licks that the man was giving his tip. It felt good but torturous - his cock was there for the taking, but Hunter cruelly only focussed on the tip, not giving Mekha anymore and it made the smaller man begin to squirm in place from anticipation. Hunter's teeth grazed against the sensitive skin, and that was all the warning Mekha got before his entire length was covered by the man's hot mouth. Instinct took over and Mekha bucked his hips up into Hunter's mouth, panting with desperation for more.

“Keep still.”

The reminder - warning - was said with Mekha's cock inside of Hunter's mouth, and the vibrations that shot up through it had him mewling loudly and fisting the sheets even more tightly. His balls felt even heavier now, with his cock being swallowed and tasted in that warm and wet cavern of Hunter's mouth, who worked his arousal further with his tongue. There was pain when the tip of it focussed on his slit, where Mekha's pre-cum did was dripping out of him, and he couldn't stay still - he squirmed, not entirely comfortable at the unfamiliar sensation of his slit being tongued, but too far gone by how good everything felt as a combination to think about stopping.

“Your cock tastes so good, kitten…”

Another moan, the nickname approved by his inner Omega, who was loving this attention. "A-Alpha's mouth is so nice," Mekha whined, one of his hands finding its way to Hunter's shoulder - the non-injured one - and squeezing as if to hold on. His legs fell open even wider as he squirmed in place again, trying to buck his hips up impatiently, the true definition of a helpless Omega in heat. "M-more...!"

Mekha knew his face was red, could feel the heat steaming off of his cheeks, from a combination of the hot shower, his heat, and his embarrassment at seeing Hunter in all his naked glory. For a split second, the rational voice that usually guided Mekha returned from where it was subdued by his heat - it was telling him to run, reminding him that he didn't want to do this, not with an Alpha he wasn't mated to. The words of warning reverberated through his mind, but it didn't last for very long. Instinct was a powerful, unbreakable thing, as well as hard to ignore. The fact that there was an Alpha in front of him, wiling to spend Mekha's heat with him, had the Omega nearly falling onto his knees under the shower's spray to get started. His hole was twitching, spasming with excitement at the prospect of being filled even though this was uncharted territory, leaking sweet-scented slick at an even faster rate that before.

Hunter approached to remove his hand from his mouth, but Mekha still couldn't meet the man's eyes, shy after having accidentally commented about the size of the other's cock. How else was he supposed to have reacted? He's never seen one this big in person before. Was that how all Alphas were? How would it even fit anywhere???

“Are you pretending to be shocked? I can play along if that’s what turns you on…”

Mekha gulped, his throat bobbing as he gazed up at Hunter with wide eyes. "B-but I am..." He whispered, his voice barely heard under the bucketing spray. He wasn't pretending at all - he was shocked, his reaction from earlier genuine. Mekha in his previous relationships hardly ever went this far, he didn't even let his boyfriends in the shower with him if he wasn't sure their relationship was headed somewhere. Everything he was experiencing with Hunter now was totally new, foreign, a mixture of exciting and scary - though the excitement stemmed from the fact that Mekha was in heat, because he'd have never been in this situation otherwise.

“Do you want me to take it slow? Be gentle in handling you?”

Mekha let out a tiny moan, the low tenor of Hunter's voice curling so pleasantly in his ears and sending a shudder running down his spine. The man's grip on his ass was hot, with Mekha tensing at the squeeze before allowing himself to be pulled close to the other's body. Even if the Alpha's voice was low and soft, the tease was present - arrogant, confident, presumptuous, everything Mekha hated about Hunter's treatment of him. And yet, he was drawn like a moth to a flame, big brown eyes blinking up at the man who leaned in close to him. If Mekha concentrated, he swore he picked up on the other's scent - fleeting, like in the car, frustratingly out of reach despite being within proximity - but the short exposure was enough to have him weak at the knees.

“Would you cry for me when I put it in… Tell me how much it hurts? Like it’s your first time?”

"I-it'll hurt-" Mekha whined, glancing down between their bodies at Hunter's imposing cock, a slight ooze of worry briefly appearing through his sweet scent. Mekha's mind was hazed over with heat, but he was sure he mentioned in the car that he's never done this before - did Hunter not believe him?

Mekha should tell him again. He should make this clear. He knew that his body was made for it, knew that the slick it naturally produced was to prepare him for an Alpha's cock to fuck him and knot him and fill him with cum, but Mekha wasn't sure he'd be able to handle what Hunter was packing.

Just as the Omega opened his mouth to tell Hunter all of this, the man's hand gently swiped over the side of his face, with his thumb rubbing over Mekha's lips. The touch was so tender, so soft, so unlike how Mekha had perceived Hunter to be, almost the image of what he thought this idol would have been like before he met him. He was frozen, his sensitive nerves alight from that gentle caress, his lips parted and gaze beginning to glaze over as the other spoke.

“And then… I’ll teach you how to suck my cock… You’ll learn how to properly please your Alpha tonight.”

"A-alphaa..." Mekha whined, helplessly yielding, every part of him from his mind to his body to his mouth refusing to protest as he normally would have. You're not my Alpha! Mekha might have snapped, pushing the man away. I don't need to please you! Go and find someone else. Yet now in his heat, with the Omega instincts within him so present and strong and at the forefront of his actions, he wanted nothing more than to obey. Mekha's nature was telling him to impress this Alpha, this potential mate, to suck his dick and take his knot and let him fuck him until he couldn't walk straight.

Hunter guided him to the wall, pressing him against the cold shower tile. Mekha shivered, but not for long, because the hot water was cascading down around them, steam lingering in the air. He hadn't broken eye contact with Hunter yet, and saw right up front when the Alpha leaned in even closer to run his lips over Mekha's jaw. It wasn't long after that that Hunter's mouth was on his, with Mekha letting out a surprised, breathless gasp at the contact. His mouth parted clumsily as Hunter's tongue swept in, and while it didn't last for long Mekha felt breathless regardless.

“Can I kiss you?”

Mekha released a shaky breath, his arms reaching up to wrap around Hunter's neck. "K-kiss me Alpha?"

No sooner had Mekha asked did Hunter do so, in a way that was different from before but no less intense in the emotions it stirred within the Omega. Little pecks of their lips, light smooching sounds that were drowned out by the water, before a tongue slipped into his mouth. Mekha let out a moan, opening his mouth to allow the other access, feeling the wet appendage swipe every inch of the soft and warm space. Beneath him, Mekha's cock was stirring again while his hole fluttered, a burst of translucent honey slick running down his legs from the arousal.

Mekha would have been embarrassed if he realised that he was trying to chase Hunter's lips when the other pulled away, but he was getting more and more desperate. A pang of pain bloomed in his lower stomach, his heat reminding him of his needs. He wanted to touch himself like he had in the car, pump his cock until he released, but Hunter seemed to have other ideas. The man was lathering soap with his hands, using it to wash Mekha of the cum that had dried on his stomach earlier. His inner Omega was purring at the attention, of the fact that a big strong Alpha was taking care of him during his heat.

“How do you like your cock handled? Do you like being sucked? Jerked? Both at the same time?”

"A-ah..." Mekha bit his lip when Hunter's hand encircled his cock. He was already at half-mast, small balls beginning to fill, but Hunter's how hand around him was threatening to speed that process up. Mekha looked down, his soap-covered dick almost dwarfed by that hand, the skin between them already so deliciously slippery.

"I-I... u-um..." Mekha hesitated, finding it difficult to concentrate on anything other than the sight in front of him. "I-I like- Alpha's hand-" Mekha admitted before he could stop himself, bringing his own hand up to cover his mouth in shyness like he had before. That's all Mekha had experienced with another. He hadn't... n-no-one had sucked him before. As much as Mekha had wanted to, he couldn't let that happen and risk an Alpha trying to go further when he wasn't ready or didn't want their company. This was all so new to him, overwhelming, but he wanted it so badly with only one thought crossing through his brain...

What would it be like to have his Alpha's mouth on him?

"A-and Alpha's mouth..." Mekha moaned with uncertainty, his breathing starting to become shallow has he bucked his hips up into Hunter's touch. "W-would you Alpha? P-please? W-wanna try..." Try having my cock sucked for the first time...

[omekha]

[ dis be my man licking mekha's nips... ]

[omekha]

Mekha knew his face was red, could feel the heat steaming off of his cheeks, from a combination of the hot shower, his heat, and his embarrassment at seeing Hunter in all his naked glory. For a split second, the rational voice that usually guided Mekha returned from where it was subdued by his heat - it was telling him to run, reminding him that he didn't want to do this, not with an Alpha he wasn't mated to. The words of warning reverberated through his mind, but it didn't last for very long. Instinct was a powerful, unbreakable thing, as well as hard to ignore. The fact that there was an Alpha in front of him, wiling to spend Mekha's heat with him, had the Omega nearly falling onto his knees under the shower's spray to get started. His hole was twitching, spasming with excitement at the prospect of being filled even though this was uncharted territory, leaking sweet-scented slick at an even faster rate that before.

Hunter approached to remove his hand from his mouth, but Mekha still couldn't meet the man's eyes, shy after having accidentally commented about the size of the other's cock. How else was he supposed to have reacted? He's never seen one this big in person before. Was that how all Alphas were? How would it even fit anywhere???

“Are you pretending to be shocked? I can play along if that’s what turns you on…”

Mekha gulped, his throat bobbing as he gazed up at Hunter with wide eyes. "B-but I am..." He whispered, his voice barely heard under the bucketing spray. He wasn't pretending at all - he was shocked, his reaction from earlier genuine. Mekha in his previous relationships hardly ever went this far, he didn't even let his boyfriends in the shower with him if he wasn't sure their relationship was headed somewhere. Everything he was experiencing with Hunter now was totally new, foreign, a mixture of exciting and scary - though the excitement stemmed from the fact that Mekha was in heat, because he'd have never been in this situation otherwise.

“Do you want me to take it slow? Be gentle in handling you?”

Mekha let out a tiny moan, the low tenor of Hunter's voice curling so pleasantly in his ears and sending a shudder running down his spine. The man's grip on his ass was hot, with Mekha tensing at the squeeze before allowing himself to be pulled close to the other's body. Even if the Alpha's voice was low and soft, the tease was present - arrogant, confident, presumptuous, everything Mekha hated about Hunter's treatment of him. And yet, he was drawn like a moth to a flame, big brown eyes blinking up at the man who leaned in close to him. If Mekha concentrated, he swore he picked up on the other's scent - fleeting, like in the car, frustratingly out of reach despite being within proximity - but the short exposure was enough to have him weak at the knees.

“Would you cry for me when I put it in… Tell me how much it hurts? Like it’s your first time?”

"I-it'll hurt-" Mekha whined, glancing down between their bodies at Hunter's imposing cock, a slight ooze of worry briefly appearing through his sweet scent. Mekha's mind was hazed over with heat, but he was sure he mentioned in the car that he's never done this before - did Hunter not believe him?

Mekha should tell him again. He should make this clear. He knew that his body was made for it, knew that the slick it naturally produced was to prepare him for an Alpha's cock to fuck him and knot him and fill him with cum, but Mekha wasn't sure he'd be able to handle what Hunter was packing.

Just as the Omega opened his mouth to tell Hunter all of this, the man's hand gently swiped over the side of his face, with his thumb rubbing over Mekha's lips. The touch was so tender, so soft, so unlike how Mekha had perceived Hunter to be, almost the image of what he thought this idol would have been like before he met him. He was frozen, his sensitive nerves alight from that gentle caress, his lips parted and gaze beginning to glaze over as the other spoke.

“And then… I’ll teach you how to suck my cock… You’ll learn how to properly please your Alpha tonight.”

"A-alphaa..." Mekha whined, helplessly yielding, every part of him from his mind to his body to his mouth refusing to protest as he normally would have. You're not my Alpha! Mekha might have snapped, pushing the man away. I don't need to please you! Go and find someone else. Yet now in his heat, with the Omega instincts within him so present and strong and at the forefront of his actions, he wanted nothing more than to obey. Mekha's nature was telling him to impress this Alpha, this potential mate, to suck his dick and take his knot and let him fuck him until he couldn't walk straight.

Hunter guided him to the wall, pressing him against the cold shower tile. Mekha shivered, but not for long, because the hot water was cascading down around them, steam lingering in the air. He hadn't broken eye contact with Hunter yet, and saw right up front when the Alpha leaned in even closer to run his lips over Mekha's jaw. It wasn't long after that that Hunter's mouth was on his, with Mekha letting out a surprised, breathless gasp at the contact. His mouth parted clumsily as Hunter's tongue swept in, and while it didn't last for long Mekha felt breathless regardless.

“Can I kiss you?”

Mekha released a shaky breath, his arms reaching up to wrap around Hunter's neck. "K-kiss me Alpha?"

No sooner had Mekha asked did Hunter do so, in a way that was different from before but no less intense in the emotions it stirred within the Omega. Little pecks of their lips, light smooching sounds that were drowned out by the water, before a tongue slipped into his mouth. Mekha let out a moan, opening his mouth to allow the other access, feeling the wet appendage swipe every inch of the soft and warm space. Beneath him, Mekha's cock was stirring again while his hole fluttered, a burst of translucent honey slick running down his legs from the arousal.

Mekha would have been embarrassed if he realised that he was trying to chase Hunter's lips when the other pulled away, but he was getting more and more desperate. A pang of pain bloomed in his lower stomach, his heat reminding him of his needs. He wanted to touch himself like he had in the car, pump his cock until he released, but Hunter seemed to have other ideas. The man was lathering soap with his hands, using it to wash Mekha of the cum that had dried on his stomach earlier. His inner Omega was purring at the attention, of the fact that a big strong Alpha was taking care of him during his heat.

“How do you like your cock handled? Do you like being sucked? Jerked? Both at the same time?”

"A-ah..." Mekha bit his lip when Hunter's hand encircled his cock. He was already at half-mast, small balls beginning to fill, but Hunter's how hand around him was threatening to speed that process up. Mekha looked down, his soap-covered dick almost dwarfed by that hand, the skin between them already so deliciously slippery.

"I-I... u-um..." Mekha hesitated, finding it difficult to concentrate on anything other than the sight in front of him. "I-I like- Alpha's hand-" Mekha admitted before he could stop himself, bringing his own hand up to cover his mouth in shyness like he had before. That's all Mekha had experienced with another. He hadn't... n-no-one had sucked him before. As much as Mekha had wanted to, he couldn't let that happen and risk an Alpha trying to go further when he wasn't ready or didn't want their company. This was all so new to him, overwhelming, but he wanted it so badly with only one thought crossing through his brain...

What would it be like to have his Alpha's mouth on him?

"A-and Alpha's mouth..." Mekha moaned with uncertainty, his breathing starting to become shallow has he bucked his hips up into Hunter's touch. "W-would you Alpha? P-please? W-wanna try..." Try having my cock sucked for the first time...

Mekha felt like his head had been dipped into a cloud, light and airy and obscuring any clarity he may have had left. He panted heavily, his naked chest expanding with the deep breaths he inhaled, gulping the air like water after having cum in Hunter's lap. He could still feel the sting of the man's teeth against his sensitive nipples, the peaks hard from the Alpha's mouth working on them, and the bottom of his chin tingled from the lingering sensation of Hunter's lips kissing the skin there gently. If Mekha was coherent, he may have wondered why - it seemed so out of place. Hunter was acting like the kind of Alpha Mekha thought he would be, back when he had called himself a fan. It was different from the person he had come to know, which was confusing. But, in the haze of his head, the Omega within only focussed on the positives of their interaction right now. As far as he was aware, Mekha had a strong, virile Alpha who was willing to help him through his heat, and that's what was important right now.

The car was filled with the sweet pheromones of an Omega, with Mekha's own unique honey scent oozing out of him in waves. It seemed to be affecting Hunter, who looked at him with dark and lust-filled eyes. The Alpha had helped Mekha reach his climax, letting him grind down in his lap and adjusting his ass so that it was in line with his cock beneath. The tease of it, of the promise of how Hunter could make him feel good through his heat, as well as his own hand sliding up and down his slick cock had overwhelmed Mekha into cumming between their bodies, soaking Hunter's shirt with his sweetness. His body felt simultaneously heavy and light - light from the release, but heavy because this was only the start of his three-day cycle.

“You taste really sweet.”

Mekha inhaled sharply when Hunter's hand touched his wet cock, still semi-hard and over-sensitive from just having spilled. He shuddered, watching as the Alpha tasted the slick, licking it clean off of his fingers before doing the same with Mekha's hand, his rough tongue running over the soft pads that were coated with his own seed. Mekha choked back a moan, watching Hunter sucked on his fingers until they glistened with saliva. Dangerous images of those fingers being replaced by Mekha's cock started flooding into the Omega's mind, and he knew he had to leave and get home.

When Mekha spoke, his voice croaking and oozing with desire, he had intended to tell Hunter to send him home now. Instead, he addressed the man as Alpha, moaning it loudly in the private space of the car. He hadn't meant to - he never would, if he wasn't on heat and his brain wasn't so muddled with arousal. The worst part was when Hunter responded to him by calling him "Kitten." The word curled so perfectly around his tongue, almost causing Mekha to purr from the attention and sweetness of the nickname. He couldn't ask for anything from the Alpha other than for more of what he had just experienced, the thought of going home only present in the recesses of his mind instead of at the forefront. Like this, in such a vulnerable state where nothing made sense to the typically logical Omega, anywhere his Alpha took him would be home.

Wait - his Alpha?

No, no that was wrong. Why did Mekha think that way? He didn't really, surely not - it was just the heat. Hunter was an Alpha in front of him, simple as that. He was not his, no matter how much the Omega within him was referring to him as such.

“Okay, kitten… Whatever you want. Are you ready to come home now?”

Mekha's head automatically tilted to welcome Hunter's kiss against his chin, exhaling shakily and shuddering again from the nickname. "A-alpha," Mekha repeated. "T-take me home?"

“We’ve been home. Do you want Alpha to take you inside?”

"Y-yes Alpha," Mekha breathed, not even realising that they were still outside Hunter's private mansion and not his own condo. He was too far gone to realise that even though he was agreeing with what Hunter was asking, he wasn't making the choice of his own volition - that his heat and his nature was doing the talking for him, forcing him to think with his desires and emotions rather than his brain.

Mekha was already shirtless, but Hunter helped him take off the remainder of his clothes, leaving them on the floor of the car. That included his phone, still nestled in the back pocket of his jeans, leaving him naked and isolated from the rest of the world. The Omega whined, not wanting to exit the vehicle unclothed, but Hunter encouraged him to do so with a wicked grin on his face.

“Don’t worry, it’s just us here. No one will see you. I can fuck you out here in the open and no one will bother us.”

Mekha still whimpered, covering his chest and his lower regions with his hands, uncomfortable being so out in the open naked like this during his most vulnerable time of the month. The air was warm and his body was hot, but he felt a chill course through him, the fever of his heat beginning to spike again. He watched as Hunter also stripped, removing his sling and his wet shirt, commenting on how Mekha had made a mess of it. Then the Alpha grabbed his ass, causing the Omega to jerk up from the unexpected squeeze of his soft cheeks.

“You need a shower.”

Hunter led them to the house, with the Omega naturally curling up at his side, still trying to hide his body despite the Alpha assuring him that there were no other eyes on them. It was private, just as Hunter said - there was nobody else in the home or outside, which settled the Omega enough to let some of his guard down. The hand on his ass remained, with fingers squeezing the flesh stirring Mekha's semi-hard cock back to life in addition to the way Hunter kept calling him kitten. It steadily filled, bobbing lightly as they walked all through the property, until they reached where Hunter's room and bathroom was. The man's scent was there, lingering from the sheets in the bed and the clothes in the closet, with one word crossing through Mekha's mind - fresh. Hunter had a subdued scent, but it was so nice, as if rejuvenating Mekha from the inside out and making him want more of it.

No sooner as they were inside Hunter's master bathroom, Mekha was pressed against the wall and gasping as the Alpha began to attack his throat. Hunter had promised to put his marks over Mekha earlier, when Mekha was jerking himself off in the car, and was making true on those words right now, nipping at the Omega's skin. Mekha responded, baring his neck for the other to lick and bite as he pleased, while he desperately clung to the man's body. The Alpha played with his balls too, making Mekha's toes curl against the cool tile, his hips automatically pushing forward for more of that heated touch.

"A-alpha," Mekha groaned when Hunter told him he smelled good, his voice echoing in the bathroom. He was hard again - it didn't take long for that to happen when he was on heat - and he whined when the man pulled away, almost wanting to chase him for more of his touch.

“Get in the shower.”

Mekha's legs were shaky as he nodded, guiding himself on the wall to keep upright as he made his way to the large shower. It would fit the two of them inside easily, and was filled with mild-scented products that wouldn't overwhelm the Omega's senses. A flutter of excitement crossed Mekha, as he realised that if they were in the shower, maybe some of Hunter's blocker would wear off. Then he'd be able to get a hit of the man's true and full scent...

Twisting the tap, Mekha didn't need to wait long until the stream of water started to warm. He stepped underneath, instantly closing his eyes and moaning at how good it felt to have the water cascading down his body. He kept it temperate, not too hot because he was already burning up, but warm enough so that it was pleasant against his skin, which was extra responsive to sensation at the moment. Absent-mindedly, he began to rub at his cock with his hand, intending to clean it off from the cum that coated it but finding that it felt too good not to stop touching...

Sliding his eyes open, Mekha looked towards where Hunter was stripping. His body was as sculpted as he had seen it online, years of athletics and training for his profession keeping him toned and muscular - but Mekha's mouth fell when he caught sight of the man's cock between his legs. It was... it was huge. Long, thick, girthy, with a prominent vein running down to the base, and large balls hanging beneath. He was too far into his heat to feel mortified when his hole automatically twitched and clenched behind him, with more of his sweet-scented slick now beginning to run down his legs, mixing with the water raining down from the shower head.

"A-alpha so big..." Mekha accidentally commented, his filter no longer in existence at this point. Embarrassed - and realising that he was staring for far too long at Hunter's member while squeezing his own cock tightly at the sight - the Omega smacked a hand over his mouth and looked away, his flushed face deepening in colour.

[omekha]

Mekha felt like his head had been dipped into a cloud, light and airy and obscuring any clarity he may have had left. He panted heavily, his naked chest expanding with the deep breaths he inhaled, gulping the air like water after having cum in Hunter's lap. He could still feel the sting of the man's teeth against his sensitive nipples, the peaks hard from the Alpha's mouth working on them, and the bottom of his chin tingled from the lingering sensation of Hunter's lips kissing the skin there gently. If Mekha was coherent, he may have wondered why - it seemed so out of place. Hunter was acting like the kind of Alpha Mekha thought he would be, back when he had called himself a fan. It was different from the person he had come to know, which was confusing. But, in the haze of his head, the Omega within only focussed on the positives of their interaction right now. As far as he was aware, Mekha had a strong, virile Alpha who was willing to help him through his heat, and that's what was important right now.

The car was filled with the sweet pheromones of an Omega, with Mekha's own unique honey scent oozing out of him in waves. It seemed to be affecting Hunter, who looked at him with dark and lust-filled eyes. The Alpha had helped Mekha reach his climax, letting him grind down in his lap and adjusting his ass so that it was in line with his cock beneath. The tease of it, of the promise of how Hunter could make him feel good through his heat, as well as his own hand sliding up and down his slick cock had overwhelmed Mekha into cumming between their bodies, soaking Hunter's shirt with his sweetness. His body felt simultaneously heavy and light - light from the release, but heavy because this was only the start of his three-day cycle.

“You taste really sweet.”

Mekha inhaled sharply when Hunter's hand touched his wet cock, still semi-hard and over-sensitive from just having spilled. He shuddered, watching as the Alpha tasted the slick, licking it clean off of his fingers before doing the same with Mekha's hand, his rough tongue running over the soft pads that were coated with his own seed. Mekha choked back a moan, watching Hunter sucked on his fingers until they glistened with saliva. Dangerous images of those fingers being replaced by Mekha's cock started flooding into the Omega's mind, and he knew he had to leave and get home.

When Mekha spoke, his voice croaking and oozing with desire, he had intended to tell Hunter to send him home now. Instead, he addressed the man as Alpha, moaning it loudly in the private space of the car. He hadn't meant to - he never would, if he wasn't on heat and his brain wasn't so muddled with arousal. The worst part was when Hunter responded to him by calling him "Kitten." The word curled so perfectly around his tongue, almost causing Mekha to purr from the attention and sweetness of the nickname. He couldn't ask for anything from the Alpha other than for more of what he had just experienced, the thought of going home only present in the recesses of his mind instead of at the forefront. Like this, in such a vulnerable state where nothing made sense to the typically logical Omega, anywhere his Alpha took him would be home.

Wait - his Alpha?

No, no that was wrong. Why did Mekha think that way? He didn't really, surely not - it was just the heat. Hunter was an Alpha in front of him, simple as that. He was not his, no matter how much the Omega within him was referring to him as such.

“Okay, kitten… Whatever you want. Are you ready to come home now?”

Mekha's head automatically tilted to welcome Hunter's kiss against his chin, exhaling shakily and shuddering again from the nickname. "A-alpha," Mekha repeated. "T-take me home?"

“We’ve been home. Do you want Alpha to take you inside?”

"Y-yes Alpha," Mekha breathed, not even realising that they were still outside Hunter's private mansion and not his own condo. He was too far gone to realise that even though he was agreeing with what Hunter was asking, he wasn't making the choice of his own volition - that his heat and his nature was doing the talking for him, forcing him to think with his desires and emotions rather than his brain.

Mekha was already shirtless, but Hunter helped him take off the remainder of his clothes, leaving them on the floor of the car. That included his phone, still nestled in the back pocket of his jeans, leaving him naked and isolated from the rest of the world. The Omega whined, not wanting to exit the vehicle unclothed, but Hunter encouraged him to do so with a wicked grin on his face.

“Don’t worry, it’s just us here. No one will see you. I can fuck you out here in the open and no one will bother us.”

Mekha still whimpered, covering his chest and his lower regions with his hands, uncomfortable being so out in the open naked like this during his most vulnerable time of the month. The air was warm and his body was hot, but he felt a chill course through him, the fever of his heat beginning to spike again. He watched as Hunter also stripped, removing his sling and his wet shirt, commenting on how Mekha had made a mess of it. Then the Alpha grabbed his ass, causing the Omega to jerk up from the unexpected squeeze of his soft cheeks.

“You need a shower.”

Hunter led them to the house, with the Omega naturally curling up at his side, still trying to hide his body despite the Alpha assuring him that there were no other eyes on them. It was private, just as Hunter said - there was nobody else in the home or outside, which settled the Omega enough to let some of his guard down. The hand on his ass remained, with fingers squeezing the flesh stirring Mekha's semi-hard cock back to life in addition to the way Hunter kept calling him kitten. It steadily filled, bobbing lightly as they walked all through the property, until they reached where Hunter's room and bathroom was. The man's scent was there, lingering from the sheets in the bed and the clothes in the closet, with one word crossing through Mekha's mind - fresh. Hunter had a subdued scent, but it was so nice, as if rejuvenating Mekha from the inside out and making him want more of it.

No sooner as they were inside Hunter's master bathroom, Mekha was pressed against the wall and gasping as the Alpha began to attack his throat. Hunter had promised to put his marks over Mekha earlier, when Mekha was jerking himself off in the car, and was making true on those words right now, nipping at the Omega's skin. Mekha responded, baring his neck for the other to lick and bite as he pleased, while he desperately clung to the man's body. The Alpha played with his balls too, making Mekha's toes curl against the cool tile, his hips automatically pushing forward for more of that heated touch.

"A-alpha," Mekha groaned when Hunter told him he smelled good, his voice echoing in the bathroom. He was hard again - it didn't take long for that to happen when he was on heat - and he whined when the man pulled away, almost wanting to chase him for more of his touch.

“Get in the shower.”

Mekha's legs were shaky as he nodded, guiding himself on the wall to keep upright as he made his way to the large shower. It would fit the two of them inside easily, and was filled with mild-scented products that wouldn't overwhelm the Omega's senses. A flutter of excitement crossed Mekha, as he realised that if they were in the shower, maybe some of Hunter's blocker would wear off. Then he'd be able to get a hit of the man's true and full scent...

Twisting the tap, Mekha didn't need to wait long until the stream of water started to warm. He stepped underneath, instantly closing his eyes and moaning at how good it felt to have the water cascading down his body. He kept it temperate, not too hot because he was already burning up, but warm enough so that it was pleasant against his skin, which was extra responsive to sensation at the moment. Absent-mindedly, he began to rub at his cock with his hand, intending to clean it off from the cum that coated it but finding that it felt too good not to stop touching...

Sliding his eyes open, Mekha looked towards where Hunter was stripping. His body was as sculpted as he had seen it online, years of athletics and training for his profession keeping him toned and muscular - but Mekha's mouth fell when he caught sight of the man's cock between his legs. It was... it was huge. Long, thick, girthy, with a prominent vein running down to the base, and large balls hanging beneath. He was too far into his heat to feel mortified when his hole automatically twitched and clenched behind him, with more of his sweet-scented slick now beginning to run down his legs, mixing with the water raining down from the shower head.

"A-alpha so big..." Mekha accidentally commented, his filter no longer in existence at this point. Embarrassed - and realising that he was staring for far too long at Hunter's member while squeezing his own cock tightly at the sight - the Omega smacked a hand over his mouth and looked away, his flushed face deepening in colour.

“Oh? Then how do you like it. Show me…”

Mekha's vision was becoming soft around the edges with every passing minute, the shimmering vision a product of how his inner Omega instincts were steadily starting to take over. Hunter's low and seductive voice, paired with the way his fingers gripped and grabbed and groped Mekha's ass was pushing him further over the edge, into a place that he wouldn't be able to come back from for a while. Mekha was trying to hold on to the sliver of sanity he had left, trying not to lose himself entirely, but he was starting to relent. Handing over the reins to his desires was tempting, and with an Alpha's encouragement urging him on, Mekha knew he wasn't going to last much longer.

His underwear was already soaked from the back and damp on the front when Mekha took himself in his hand beneath the fabric. Hunter had been palming him too, but now Mekha stroked himself alone. He had moaned too - he hadn't wanted to moan. But his voice, the logic, the words - it was becoming too hard to keep up with it all. He didn't need to think, when he was on heat. That wasn't the purpose. Mekha didn't need to do anything other than submit to his body's needs, and engage with his true nature as an Omega.

He just needed to give in.

Mekha fisted his cock harder when Hunter's grip on his ass became stronger, with the Alpha now pushing and pulling his cheeks, his eyes drinking in every part of the Omega's reactions. Would he be content with this? Mekha touching himself beneath his underwear, wiggling in his lap? Would he take him home as he promised?

“Does it feel good? I can tell you’re leaking a lot…”

"N-nnghh..." Mekha couldn't answer, a strange noise leaving him instead. As if on cue, even more precum and slick oozed down his holes, his body doing as was its nature to prepare himself for what his heat would bring. Mekha had told Hunter he liked to tease himself before cumming, but with how quickly his heat was hitting this cycle his resistance was lower than usual. He could feel the way his cock pulsated against his palm, wanting the speed of his strokes to quicken, his grip to tighten.

“Show me your cock. Remember, I have to find your ways adequate otherwise, I’m gonna have to step in and do it right for you.”

Mekha sucked in a breath, pausing for a moment while the colour on his face deepened. His lips were parted, his gaze flickering between Hunter's eyes and in-between their bodies, where his rock-hard erection was still hidden behind fabric. If Mekha's mind wasn't so clouded by his heat, he'd have challenged Hunter again. He'd have defied his demands, pushed him away, threatened to call the cops - he'd have done anything to prove to the Alpha that he couldn't be controlled by anyone, that Mekha could take care of himself and would stick to his convictions of waiting until he met a person he truly wanted to be a in a relationship with before taking such a huge step.

But a heat-addled brain, alongside the echo of Hunter's promise to release him afterward, had Mekha travelling into a different direction. He whimpered, unable to control himself, letting go of his cock and hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear to slide them down enough to expose his hard, firm length. His member sprung up, glistening from the wetness of his pre-cum, some of it smearing against Hunter's shirt in front of him. This was the first time Mekha had ever been naked in front of another person. Not even his past boyfriends had been allowed to see him like this - they weren't end-game for him, so there was no point in going all the way if Mekha had decided that there wasn't enough of a spark. Hunter was getting a sight that nobody else had seen before...

“Take this off, too.”

Hunter's hands travelled across Mekha's body, his ass suddenly feeling weird now that his cheeks weren't being played with. It's like he had already gotten used to Hunter's touch, the Omega within him wanting to whine at the lack of contact. Mekha would have fought against his nature, if he could - but everything was too hot for him to be thinking clearly enough to protest. Hunter tugged his shirt off, and Mekha didn't even remember lifting his own arms to make the process easier, but he must've because he was now naked from the top, with only his cock exposed from beneath. And before his hands could fumble their way back to his leaky member, Hunter leaned forward and dragged his tongue across Mekha's chest.

"O-ooh..." Mekha breathed, his back arching where he sat, his chest sticking out now for the Alpha to do as he pleased with it. He felt unsteady, his knees shaking even though he was still seated, and one of his hands reached up to hold Hunter's good shoulder. "H-hurts... g-good..." Mekha moaned when he felt the drag of teeth against his sensitive nipple, his hips rolling up and down. The peak hardened under Hunter's attention, the Omega daring to look down to examine what was being done to him. Hunter was watching him. Those cunning eyes were watching Mekha's every reaction, which he was now starting to give freely. The little pants, the short sways of his hip, he fluttering eyelids - slowly, every part of him was awakening, all because of what Hunter was doing to him.

“Do you think you can make yourself cum?”

Mekha gasped, Hunter not giving him a chance to answer as he thrust his powerful hips up. His cock was right in line with Mekha's hole, teasing him, making him leak more than ever before. His underwear was soaked now, with the dampness beginning to seep to his pants too, because of that taste of what was to come.

Mekha was sure he could make himself cum - he had done so hundreds of times, now. Just not in front of anyone else. And even though the haze of heat, he hesitated, his hand pressed against his cock but not yet moving. The remaining, rational part of him couldn't believe that he was doing this.

“If you wanna go home… Better make sure to make yourself cum soon… I’m still waiting…” 

"H-home..."

And with that, Mekha had lost the will to protest anymore.

The Omega took himself in hand once more, now stroking his cock fast than before. His palm was shiny with his pre-cum, the slide from shaft to tip easy and wonderful, all while his hips swayed up and down in time with the way he jerked himself off. Every time Mekha would press his ass down, he'd feel Hunter's cock again, causing his hole to twitch in excitement and leak even more heavily with his honey sweet scented slick. He moaned, his head resting on his shoulder as his eyes slid shut, with Mekha focussing on the pleasure that pooled in his belly. It was hot, it was too fucking hot, and he was about to reach his bursting point very soon.

"A-a-hhhh-! Mmm...." Mekha moaned, his actions getting faster and faster. The wet noises of his hand squelching along his cock were louder, as were his breathless little moans. He came then, with a final grind down against Hunter's crotch, his member spurting out ejaculate between their bodies while his body trembled in the Alpha's hold.

The Omega was panting, his eyes sliding open to reveal heavily dilated pupils. He met Hunter's gaze, staring up at the Alpha with an almost vacant expression, becoming a total slave to his desires and whims. This is what an Omega needed - an Alpha to get them through the heat. Hunter was offering himself up on a platter for Mekha to use him for his pleasure, and he had fought until the very last moment.

Post-orgasm gave him some clarity. A little. Even if his body was still burning up. Enough for his brain to remind him that Hunter was going to take him home now, to a place where he was safe to experience his heat. And Mekha tried to call out Hunter's name, wanting to ask if he could leave now, if he had satisfied the man's demands. Hunter, he wanted to say. Home. Now.

Instead, his voice cracked, and what came out was-

"A-alpha.." Mekha moaned, the Omega within fully taking the helm. "A-lpha... m-more-"

[omekha]

“Oh? Then how do you like it. Show me…”

Mekha's vision was becoming soft around the edges with every passing minute, the shimmering vision a product of how his inner Omega instincts were steadily starting to take over. Hunter's low and seductive voice, paired with the way his fingers gripped and grabbed and groped Mekha's ass was pushing him further over the edge, into a place that he wouldn't be able to come back from for a while. Mekha was trying to hold on to the sliver of sanity he had left, trying not to lose himself entirely, but he was starting to relent. Handing over the reins to his desires was tempting, and with an Alpha's encouragement urging him on, Mekha knew he wasn't going to last much longer.

His underwear was already soaked from the back and damp on the front when Mekha took himself in his hand beneath the fabric. Hunter had been palming him too, but now Mekha stroked himself alone. He had moaned too - he hadn't wanted to moan. But his voice, the logic, the words - it was becoming too hard to keep up with it all. He didn't need to think, when he was on heat. That wasn't the purpose. Mekha didn't need to do anything other than submit to his body's needs, and engage with his true nature as an Omega.

He just needed to give in.

Mekha fisted his cock harder when Hunter's grip on his ass became stronger, with the Alpha now pushing and pulling his cheeks, his eyes drinking in every part of the Omega's reactions. Would he be content with this? Mekha touching himself beneath his underwear, wiggling in his lap? Would he take him home as he promised?

“Does it feel good? I can tell you’re leaking a lot…”

"N-nnghh..." Mekha couldn't answer, a strange noise leaving him instead. As if on cue, even more precum and slick oozed down his holes, his body doing as was its nature to prepare himself for what his heat would bring. Mekha had told Hunter he liked to tease himself before cumming, but with how quickly his heat was hitting this cycle his resistance was lower than usual. He could feel the way his cock pulsated against his palm, wanting the speed of his strokes to quicken, his grip to tighten.

“Show me your cock. Remember, I have to find your ways adequate otherwise, I’m gonna have to step in and do it right for you.”

Mekha sucked in a breath, pausing for a moment while the colour on his face deepened. His lips were parted, his gaze flickering between Hunter's eyes and in-between their bodies, where his rock-hard erection was still hidden behind fabric. If Mekha's mind wasn't so clouded by his heat, he'd have challenged Hunter again. He'd have defied his demands, pushed him away, threatened to call the cops - he'd have done anything to prove to the Alpha that he couldn't be controlled by anyone, that Mekha could take care of himself and would stick to his convictions of waiting until he met a person he truly wanted to be a in a relationship with before taking such a huge step.

But a heat-addled brain, alongside the echo of Hunter's promise to release him afterward, had Mekha travelling into a different direction. He whimpered, unable to control himself, letting go of his cock and hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear to slide them down enough to expose his hard, firm length. His member sprung up, glistening from the wetness of his pre-cum, some of it smearing against Hunter's shirt in front of him. This was the first time Mekha had ever been naked in front of another person. Not even his past boyfriends had been allowed to see him like this - they weren't end-game for him, so there was no point in going all the way if Mekha had decided that there wasn't enough of a spark. Hunter was getting a sight that nobody else had seen before...

“Take this off, too.”

Hunter's hands travelled across Mekha's body, his ass suddenly feeling weird now that his cheeks weren't being played with. It's like he had already gotten used to Hunter's touch, the Omega within him wanting to whine at the lack of contact. Mekha would have fought against his nature, if he could - but everything was too hot for him to be thinking clearly enough to protest. Hunter tugged his shirt off, and Mekha didn't even remember lifting his own arms to make the process easier, but he must've because he was now naked from the top, with only his cock exposed from beneath. And before his hands could fumble their way back to his leaky member, Hunter leaned forward and dragged his tongue across Mekha's chest.

"O-ooh..." Mekha breathed, his back arching where he sat, his chest sticking out now for the Alpha to do as he pleased with it. He felt unsteady, his knees shaking even though he was still seated, and one of his hands reached up to hold Hunter's good shoulder. "H-hurts... g-good..." Mekha moaned when he felt the drag of teeth against his sensitive nipple, his hips rolling up and down. The peak hardened under Hunter's attention, the Omega daring to look down to examine what was being done to him. Hunter was watching him. Those cunning eyes were watching Mekha's every reaction, which he was now starting to give freely. The little pants, the short sways of his hip, he fluttering eyelids - slowly, every part of him was awakening, all because of what Hunter was doing to him.

“Do you think you can make yourself cum?”

Mekha gasped, Hunter not giving him a chance to answer as he thrust his powerful hips up. His cock was right in line with Mekha's hole, teasing him, making him leak more than ever before. His underwear was soaked now, with the dampness beginning to seep to his pants too, because of that taste of what was to come.

Mekha was sure he could make himself cum - he had done so hundreds of times, now. Just not in front of anyone else. And even though the haze of heat, he hesitated, his hand pressed against his cock but not yet moving. The remaining, rational part of him couldn't believe that he was doing this.

“If you wanna go home… Better make sure to make yourself cum soon… I’m still waiting…” 

"H-home..."

And with that, Mekha had lost the will to protest anymore.

The Omega took himself in hand once more, now stroking his cock fast than before. His palm was shiny with his pre-cum, the slide from shaft to tip easy and wonderful, all while his hips swayed up and down in time with the way he jerked himself off. Every time Mekha would press his ass down, he'd feel Hunter's cock again, causing his hole to twitch in excitement and leak even more heavily with his honey sweet scented slick. He moaned, his head resting on his shoulder as his eyes slid shut, with Mekha focussing on the pleasure that pooled in his belly. It was hot, it was too fucking hot, and he was about to reach his bursting point very soon.

"A-a-hhhh-! Mmm...." Mekha moaned, his actions getting faster and faster. The wet noises of his hand squelching along his cock were louder, as were his breathless little moans. He came then, with a final grind down against Hunter's crotch, his member spurting out ejaculate between their bodies while his body trembled in the Alpha's hold.

The Omega was panting, his eyes sliding open to reveal heavily dilated pupils. He met Hunter's gaze, staring up at the Alpha with an almost vacant expression, becoming a total slave to his desires and whims. This is what an Omega needed - an Alpha to get them through the heat. Hunter was offering himself up on a platter for Mekha to use him for his pleasure, and he had fought until the very last moment.

Post-orgasm gave him some clarity. A little. Even if his body was still burning up. Enough for his brain to remind him that Hunter was going to take him home now, to a place where he was safe to experience his heat. And Mekha tried to call out Hunter's name, wanting to ask if he could leave now, if he had satisfied the man's demands. Hunter, he wanted to say. Home. Now.

Instead, his voice cracked, and what came out was-

"A-alpha.." Mekha moaned, the Omega within fully taking the helm. "A-lpha... m-more-"

Mekha was trying so hard to keep it together. He never tried to fight his instincts, never once felt shame for how he was made, and he had always embraced who he was as an Omega. But this was the the first time that Mekha didn't want to lose control, as was desperate trying to hold onto his sanity. He didn't want his heat to hit him here, in Hunter's car with an Alpha who wasn't his, even though he knew that it was a losing battle to fight against nature. And it didn't stop how Mekha's body reacted to his own hand pressing against his front, the decision-making portion of his brain slowly relenting to his natural, base desires.

Hunter wasn't helping. The man's hands were on his ass, the seat of which were growing wetter by the second, Mekha's body pushed against that firm and solid chest.

“You can tell me and show me…”

Hunter's voice was deep, taking on a tone that Mekha hadn't heard before - gentler. As though he knew what Mekha would do and was just patiently waiting for the Omega to get there on his own. Mekha wanted to be angry about the assumption, wanted to claim that the Alpha was being condescending instead of encouraging, but it was hard to put those thoughts into words when he was steadily falling under the haze of heat.

“You’re getting wet. I’d really like for you to show me how you do it… Do you use your fingers? Your toys?”

Mekha's face was tinged with pink, growing a deeper, richer shade at Hunter's questions. The Alpha had some nerve, asking about how Mekha touched himself during his heat. Mekha didn't want to tell him anything - he didn't want to reveal how he'd take himself in one hand while the other pressed shallowly his own hole, not inserted fully, hips moving forwards and back as he teased himself into orgasming. Hunter didn't need to know the details about how Mekha was effectively torturing himself by remaining as much of a virgin as he could back there, his inner Omega screaming at him to plunge his fingers deep inside instead of waiting for a mate to do it for him. Truthfully, Mekha was never fully satisfied after his heat. His body longed to be thoroughly used, but Mekha never obliged it, holding onto the self-control he had systematically built over the years.

Self-control he was currently questioning as to whether he had at all now, sitting here in Hunter's lap with his hand against his crotch. All he could think about was getting off, but he refused to do so unless Hunter promised that he'd let him go afterward. That's why he had asked - desperate to do something about his situation, but unable to progress until he got an answer he was waiting to hear...

“I promise.”

Mekha stared into Hunter's eyes, trying to get a read on whether he could rely on those words. Without a scent, it was hard to discern intentions... but Hunter looked as normal as an Alpha with a squirming Omega in their lap could be.

“Unless of course you decide to stay and let me take care of you…”

"T-that won't be necessary," Mekha managed to say, thinking there was no way he'd make that decision. He was still coherent enough to know what he wanted, and that was to leave once he was done and try not to think about the humiliation of giving in.

“But - show me… Let me watch how you take care of yourself and when you’re done, I’ll take you home.”

Hearing that Hunter would make true on his promise, Mekha allowed himself to continue. He let out a gasp when thick fingers groped his ass, the fabric of his pants becoming wetter from his sweet slick. It was warm down there, his lower half throbbing, cock uncomfortably hard against his clothes and hole clenching around nothing.

“Well… Are you gonna show me or - Do you need help? Or you want me to do it for you?”

"A-ah..." Mekha lost his voice again, when Hunter's hand covered his own and started guiding his touch. It felt hotter with the added pressure, causing Mekha to jerk forward where he sat. T-this wasn't part of the deal. Hunter shouldn't be touching him, he just had to watch - and yet, Mekha didn't have the strength to bat the man's hand away. Instead he curled into it, already beginning to lose himself to his Omega instincts.

“Do you wanna go home or stay with me… I’ll take good care of you… Make you cum like you’ve neve cummed before…”

"T-that's not-" Gonna happen. That's what Mekha wanted to say. Never in a million years, Hunter. I won't stay with you!

Except when Mekha opened his mouth...

"T-that's not how I like it," The Omega's voice was breaking, as was his resolve. Without thinking or realising what he was doing, had started to play Hunter's game, his hand now shifting to the button of his jeans, popping it open with shaky fingers to reveal his dark underwear. "N-no pants," Mekha continued, the black of his eyes becoming dilated, larger, as he glanced down to his crotch. He now palmed his underwear with a groan, tracing the outline of his bulge, which twitched where it lay hidden. Even though the fabric was already dark, the wet patch at the front was evident, with Mekha dragging finger along the damp fabric.

"I-I tease- until it gets too m-much-" Mekha cut himself off, shaking his head, still trying to fight through the haze as his hand now slipped into his underwear. His length was hot, burning up just like the rest of his body was, with Mekha unable to believe just how fast his heat was coming on. It had never been so quick before, and he couldn't comprehend why. He had been around Alphas close to his heat before, but had never responded in this way - why did he now react to Hunter? Hunter's touch, Hunter's voice... it was all the Omega within him wanted right now.

Mekha gripped the base of his cock, his thumb running along the shaft. A breathy moan escaped him as he went slow, his hole instinctively clenching behind him. The proximity of Hunter's fingers on his ass, so close to where he was leaking slick, was dangerous. Mekha never used anything more than a single finger, but his body was aching for more.

[omekha]

Mekha was trying so hard to keep it together. He never tried to fight his instincts, never once felt shame for how he was made, and he had always embraced who he was as an Omega. But this was the the first time that Mekha didn't want to lose control, as was desperate trying to hold onto his sanity. He didn't want his heat to hit him here, in Hunter's car with an Alpha who wasn't his, even though he knew that it was a losing battle to fight against nature. And it didn't stop how Mekha's body reacted to his own hand pressing against his front, the decision-making portion of his brain slowly relenting to his natural, base desires.

Hunter wasn't helping. The man's hands were on his ass, the seat of which were growing wetter by the second, Mekha's body pushed against that firm and solid chest.

“You can tell me and show me…”

Hunter's voice was deep, taking on a tone that Mekha hadn't heard before - gentler. As though he knew what Mekha would do and was just patiently waiting for the Omega to get there on his own. Mekha wanted to be angry about the assumption, wanted to claim that the Alpha was being condescending instead of encouraging, but it was hard to put those thoughts into words when he was steadily falling under the haze of heat.

“You’re getting wet. I’d really like for you to show me how you do it… Do you use your fingers? Your toys?”

Mekha's face was tinged with pink, growing a deeper, richer shade at Hunter's questions. The Alpha had some nerve, asking about how Mekha touched himself during his heat. Mekha didn't want to tell him anything - he didn't want to reveal how he'd take himself in one hand while the other pressed shallowly his own hole, not inserted fully, hips moving forwards and back as he teased himself into orgasming. Hunter didn't need to know the details about how Mekha was effectively torturing himself by remaining as much of a virgin as he could back there, his inner Omega screaming at him to plunge his fingers deep inside instead of waiting for a mate to do it for him. Truthfully, Mekha was never fully satisfied after his heat. His body longed to be thoroughly used, but Mekha never obliged it, holding onto the self-control he had systematically built over the years.

Self-control he was currently questioning as to whether he had at all now, sitting here in Hunter's lap with his hand against his crotch. All he could think about was getting off, but he refused to do so unless Hunter promised that he'd let him go afterward. That's why he had asked - desperate to do something about his situation, but unable to progress until he got an answer he was waiting to hear...

“I promise.”

Mekha stared into Hunter's eyes, trying to get a read on whether he could rely on those words. Without a scent, it was hard to discern intentions... but Hunter looked as normal as an Alpha with a squirming Omega in their lap could be.

“Unless of course you decide to stay and let me take care of you…”

"T-that won't be necessary," Mekha managed to say, thinking there was no way he'd make that decision. He was still coherent enough to know what he wanted, and that was to leave once he was done and try not to think about the humiliation of giving in.

“But - show me… Let me watch how you take care of yourself and when you’re done, I’ll take you home.”

Hearing that Hunter would make true on his promise, Mekha allowed himself to continue. He let out a gasp when thick fingers groped his ass, the fabric of his pants becoming wetter from his sweet slick. It was warm down there, his lower half throbbing, cock uncomfortably hard against his clothes and hole clenching around nothing.

“Well… Are you gonna show me or - Do you need help? Or you want me to do it for you?”

"A-ah..." Mekha lost his voice again, when Hunter's hand covered his own and started guiding his touch. It felt hotter with the added pressure, causing Mekha to jerk forward where he sat. T-this wasn't part of the deal. Hunter shouldn't be touching him, he just had to watch - and yet, Mekha didn't have the strength to bat the man's hand away. Instead he curled into it, already beginning to lose himself to his Omega instincts.

“Do you wanna go home or stay with me… I’ll take good care of you… Make you cum like you’ve neve cummed before…”

"T-that's not-" Gonna happen. That's what Mekha wanted to say. Never in a million years, Hunter. I won't stay with you!

Except when Mekha opened his mouth...

"T-that's not how I like it," The Omega's voice was breaking, as was his resolve. Without thinking or realising what he was doing, had started to play Hunter's game, his hand now shifting to the button of his jeans, popping it open with shaky fingers to reveal his dark underwear. "N-no pants," Mekha continued, the black of his eyes becoming dilated, larger, as he glanced down to his crotch. He now palmed his underwear with a groan, tracing the outline of his bulge, which twitched where it lay hidden. Even though the fabric was already dark, the wet patch at the front was evident, with Mekha dragging finger along the damp fabric.

"I-I tease- until it gets too m-much-" Mekha cut himself off, shaking his head, still trying to fight through the haze as his hand now slipped into his underwear. His length was hot, burning up just like the rest of his body was, with Mekha unable to believe just how fast his heat was coming on. It had never been so quick before, and he couldn't comprehend why. He had been around Alphas close to his heat before, but had never responded in this way - why did he now react to Hunter? Hunter's touch, Hunter's voice... it was all the Omega within him wanted right now.

Mekha gripped the base of his cock, his thumb running along the shaft. A breathy moan escaped him as he went slow, his hole instinctively clenching behind him. The proximity of Hunter's fingers on his ass, so close to where he was leaking slick, was dangerous. Mekha never used anything more than a single finger, but his body was aching for more.

Mekha's breathing was laboured, the wet skin of his neck cooling in the air after Hunter dragged his tongue across the empty expanse. He still couldn't believe how much of an effect the touch of an Alpha had on him, and he hadn't even yet fully started his heat. Mekha still had his wits about him - well, some of them - enough to know that what Hunter was trying to do to him wasn't right, and that he needed to get away from the Alpha that posed a danger to his vulnerable state. But with every passing second it was getting harder and harder to think straight and keep a rein on his emotions, and Hunter keeping his body close and nuzzling his throat wasn't helping in the slightest.

“It’ll be a lot easier for you if you just let go.”

Mekha held back a choked noise, refusing to let any more of his sounds out, even as the Alpha once again flattened his tongue against his neck. He wanted to ignore that comment, wanted to argue back that it wouldn't be easier just to spite Hunter, that he had been fine on his own for years without the touch of another - but deep down he knew it wasn't true at all. His inner omega was stirring to life, more animated than Mekha had ever experienced, responding to the fact that there was an Alpha wanting to take care of his needs during his heat right in front of him. His lower half was reacting without his will, his cock hardening in his pants, his hole starting to leak with natural lubricant and clenching around nothing.

Hunter adjusted his legs so that Mekha was fully straddling the man. Like this, legs stretched wide and curled up beneath him while a powerful arm kept him in place, Mekha felt more open than ever - his cock was perfectly in line with Hunter's crotch too, easily able to press against the other's stomach if he was pulled forward.

“Never have? Is that a lie to discourage me? Or a made-up story to make me think you actually stay home on your own, dealing with your heat by yourself?”

Mekha's teeth clenched, his jaw set and his eyes narrowed at the line of questioning. He didn't owe Hunter any explanations about how he spent his heats. It wasn't the Alpha's business whether Mekha was alone or with a partner, and Mekha wasn't going to entertain his response. Especially because he didn't know what Hunter would do if he found out that technically, Mekha was a virgin back there. "You don't need to know," Mekha said stubbornly, though his once-confident voice was wavering.

“How do you do it then? On your own. Tell me… Or you can show me… Convince me and then maybe, I’d let you go home…”

Mekha gasped when their bodies were pressed forward together, his hands now trapped on Hunter's chest. He could smell the other's cologne from this proximity - strong, artificial, not at all a natural Alpha scent which Mekha was sure Hunter was hiding through the use of suppressants. He let Hunter's words marinate in his head - it was starting to feel hazy up there, taking Mekha a second or two to fully grasp what was being said immediately - and was filled with a burst of anger. Show him? The nerve! Did Hunter really think that Mekha was going to touch himself in front of him!?

But a tiny part of Mekha fixated on that last part...

I'd let you go home...

Would he? If Mekha did as he was told... would Hunter release him?

Mekha tried not to think about the last time he had been in a predicament like this with an Alpha. Told that if he wanted something then he needed to get on his knees and work for it in a different kind of way...

The omega swallowed, deciding that he was going to reject that proposal with every ounce of his being. The doors of the car would open soon, right? He'd bolt, run into a building, call for help - he had his phone, couldn't get to it now with how caged in he was against Hunter's chest, but he could call someone to pick him up. Vee, maybe. Mekha could trust Vee to bring him home safely. Or Ken...

“There’s no need for that, I’m all that you need.” A strained noise left the omega's throat even as he tried to remain quiet, when Hunter - looking at him with a god-awful smirk, used his hand to guide Mekha's ass to grind against him, another burst of heat scorching his insides from the motion.

Mekha was so tense, like a coil that had been wound up too tightly, so close to springing, with just a bit more encouragement. He could feel his heart beating in his throat, his eyes unable to break the contact he had with Hunter, who continued to encourage him to touch himself in front of him.

“How can you think that about someone who’s just trying to help you? I told you - if you’re able to show me how you take care of yourself… And I find it adequate, then… I’ll send you home… I promise.”

Mekha let out a small whine when he felt the other's hand at his backside, feeling a wet patch beginning to form in his underwear from the movement. A slip of his voice, a crack in the composure he was barely holding onto. Mekha wasn't stupid enough to believe that Hunter was actually doing this to help him - but would he really take Mekha home? He promised. Twice now he said he would - could Mekha trust that he kept his word if he gave in a little?

There was no scent to tell if Hunter was lying. His eyes were shining, but Mekha didn't know what emotion was causing that. The omega inside of him wanted to listen obediently - wanted to attract this powerful Alpha's attention, knowing that someone like Hunter could service him well during his heat.

And Mekha's sanity was barely intact. His judgement was cloudy - he shouldn't really be making decisions right now...

"C-can't I just tell you instead?" Mekha groaned in frustration, still fighting against Hunter's encouragement despite knowing it was a losing battle. God was... he was he really going to give in? Was he really going to do this? He felt like he wasn't going to last long, he needed to touch himself, and Hunter didn't look like he was going to let him go any time soon.

"I... you'll take me home right? I-If I show you?" Mekha repeated slowly, his fingers clenched into fists against Hunter's chest before one of them slithered down between their bodies. He palmed his clothed crotch, hissing at the immediate throbbing of his cock in his pants, not doing anything more than just grinding his hand against his hardened member. "You promise?"

[omekha]

[ i saw a JINX manhwa version of this and i was like - yep... our dedication for this ship is like hehehehehhehehehehehehhehehehe ]

[omekha]

Mekha's breathing was laboured, the wet skin of his neck cooling in the air after Hunter dragged his tongue across the empty expanse. He still couldn't believe how much of an effect the touch of an Alpha had on him, and he hadn't even yet fully started his heat. Mekha still had his wits about him - well, some of them - enough to know that what Hunter was trying to do to him wasn't right, and that he needed to get away from the Alpha that posed a danger to his vulnerable state. But with every passing second it was getting harder and harder to think straight and keep a rein on his emotions, and Hunter keeping his body close and nuzzling his throat wasn't helping in the slightest.

“It’ll be a lot easier for you if you just let go.”

Mekha held back a choked noise, refusing to let any more of his sounds out, even as the Alpha once again flattened his tongue against his neck. He wanted to ignore that comment, wanted to argue back that it wouldn't be easier just to spite Hunter, that he had been fine on his own for years without the touch of another - but deep down he knew it wasn't true at all. His inner omega was stirring to life, more animated than Mekha had ever experienced, responding to the fact that there was an Alpha wanting to take care of his needs during his heat right in front of him. His lower half was reacting without his will, his cock hardening in his pants, his hole starting to leak with natural lubricant and clenching around nothing.

Hunter adjusted his legs so that Mekha was fully straddling the man. Like this, legs stretched wide and curled up beneath him while a powerful arm kept him in place, Mekha felt more open than ever - his cock was perfectly in line with Hunter's crotch too, easily able to press against the other's stomach if he was pulled forward.

“Never have? Is that a lie to discourage me? Or a made-up story to make me think you actually stay home on your own, dealing with your heat by yourself?”

Mekha's teeth clenched, his jaw set and his eyes narrowed at the line of questioning. He didn't owe Hunter any explanations about how he spent his heats. It wasn't the Alpha's business whether Mekha was alone or with a partner, and Mekha wasn't going to entertain his response. Especially because he didn't know what Hunter would do if he found out that technically, Mekha was a virgin back there. "You don't need to know," Mekha said stubbornly, though his once-confident voice was wavering.

“How do you do it then? On your own. Tell me… Or you can show me… Convince me and then maybe, I’d let you go home…”

Mekha gasped when their bodies were pressed forward together, his hands now trapped on Hunter's chest. He could smell the other's cologne from this proximity - strong, artificial, not at all a natural Alpha scent which Mekha was sure Hunter was hiding through the use of suppressants. He let Hunter's words marinate in his head - it was starting to feel hazy up there, taking Mekha a second or two to fully grasp what was being said immediately - and was filled with a burst of anger. Show him? The nerve! Did Hunter really think that Mekha was going to touch himself in front of him!?

But a tiny part of Mekha fixated on that last part...

I'd let you go home...

Would he? If Mekha did as he was told... would Hunter release him?

Mekha tried not to think about the last time he had been in a predicament like this with an Alpha. Told that if he wanted something then he needed to get on his knees and work for it in a different kind of way...

The omega swallowed, deciding that he was going to reject that proposal with every ounce of his being. The doors of the car would open soon, right? He'd bolt, run into a building, call for help - he had his phone, couldn't get to it now with how caged in he was against Hunter's chest, but he could call someone to pick him up. Vee, maybe. Mekha could trust Vee to bring him home safely. Or Ken...

“There’s no need for that, I’m all that you need.” A strained noise left the omega's throat even as he tried to remain quiet, when Hunter - looking at him with a god-awful smirk, used his hand to guide Mekha's ass to grind against him, another burst of heat scorching his insides from the motion.

Mekha was so tense, like a coil that had been wound up too tightly, so close to springing, with just a bit more encouragement. He could feel his heart beating in his throat, his eyes unable to break the contact he had with Hunter, who continued to encourage him to touch himself in front of him.

“How can you think that about someone who’s just trying to help you? I told you - if you’re able to show me how you take care of yourself… And I find it adequate, then… I’ll send you home… I promise.”

Mekha let out a small whine when he felt the other's hand at his backside, feeling a wet patch beginning to form in his underwear from the movement. A slip of his voice, a crack in the composure he was barely holding onto. Mekha wasn't stupid enough to believe that Hunter was actually doing this to help him - but would he really take Mekha home? He promised. Twice now he said he would - could Mekha trust that he kept his word if he gave in a little?

There was no scent to tell if Hunter was lying. His eyes were shining, but Mekha didn't know what emotion was causing that. The omega inside of him wanted to listen obediently - wanted to attract this powerful Alpha's attention, knowing that someone like Hunter could service him well during his heat.

And Mekha's sanity was barely intact. His judgement was cloudy - he shouldn't really be making decisions right now...

"C-can't I just tell you instead?" Mekha groaned in frustration, still fighting against Hunter's encouragement despite knowing it was a losing battle. God was... he was he really going to give in? Was he really going to do this? He felt like he wasn't going to last long, he needed to touch himself, and Hunter didn't look like he was going to let him go any time soon.

"I... you'll take me home right? I-If I show you?" Mekha repeated slowly, his fingers clenched into fists against Hunter's chest before one of them slithered down between their bodies. He palmed his clothed crotch, hissing at the immediate throbbing of his cock in his pants, not doing anything more than just grinding his hand against his hardened member. "You promise?"

This was bad. Very bad. Mekha should not be out of his home right now. Going into heat in public was a sure-fire way to attract the wrong kind of attention - the kind that turned perfectly pleasant alphas into animalistic monsters controlled by their desires, desperate for a taste of sweetness that only an omega could provide.

Mekha's breathing became unsteady, eyes wide as fear threatened to consume him. He was so uncomfortable at the heat that stirred within him, making him shift around on Hunter's lap without him even thinking of the consequence. He prayed that the alpha would have mercy on him - would understand without Mekha needing to say it that he should take him home. All he got in response was an annoyed tone of voice back, telling him that it wasn't going to happen, and to instead sit still. It only added to Mekha's desperation to leave, squirming now in that tight hold Hunter had on him. Not being in a place that Mekha could trust was safe for him would just make the omega even more distressed and worried about what dangers could befall him in his most vulnerable state.

Because Mekha would hardly be coherent, when his heat hit. He'd be too weak to defend himself, too hot to think about anything other than getting off, a mess of moaning and panting while he burned from the inside. It was days of agony, where he'd cum so much it hurt, yet no number of orgasms would ever quench the thirst of what his body really needed -

An alpha's cock shoved deep in his ass.

“What’s the matter? Worried about something?”

Mekha noticed a shift in Hunter's tone, his voice so quiet now compared to earlier. The man's nose had brushed against his cheek, in close proximity to Mekha's neck, where his scent was strongest. The atmosphere in the car and transformed too, changing the bitter, ash-filled burning scent that Mekha had before to his natural sweet honeyed one.

There was something else too. Another scent that emerged in the small space. It was only for a moment - it was too fleeting for Mekha to properly identify what it was. His nose twitched, trying to pinpoint it, hoping it would give him a read on the alpha in front of him, but it was gone in an instant. The effect it had on his body, however, was immediate and lingering. While Mekha frustratingly couldn't smell it anymore, it had been wonderful. The omega within him seemed to approve, his cock starting to harden in his pants, causing him to tighten his thighs around Hunter's legs.

"I'm worried that I'm being kidnapped," Mekha said through gritted teeth, deflecting from the true reason, his entire body tense as he tried to fight off the impending heat. If he could hold it off long enough to convince Hunter to get his driver to turn the car around, maybe he'd be able to make it home before it got any worse...

Hunter pulled away, an unreadable expression on his face. Mekha frowned at the man, trying not to be intimidated by the intense expression that stared at him. The furrowed brows, the calculating eyes, the jawline looking like it had been carved by the gods... Fuck. Why did this asshole have to be so handsome? Even though Hunter had very literally kidnapped him off of the street, Mekha still thought he was drop-dead gorgeous. Any omega would be lucky to spend their heat with Hunter - Mekha would have felt the same, in the past. But now, he wanted to be as far away as possible from the athlete. Mekha had promised himself long ago that the only alpha he'd ever spend his heat with was the one who would be his mate, and Hunter was not that person.

“Rushing to go home, huh? Is someone waiting for you at home? To take care of you while in heat?”

Mekha froze, not daring to move as he released that Hunter figured it out. Dread slowly filled him as Hunter's nails dug into his side, a smirk appearing on his face.

"T-that's none of your business!" Mekha managed to snap, his mouth feeling like cotton. It didn't matter that nobody was waiting at home for him - he just needed to be there. His comfort zone, his safe space. He needed his blankets, his pillows, his nest, where he could let his cycle pass without worrying about an alpha ruining his plan to wait until he had met his mate.

“I suppose you’re meant to end up in my car then. You’re lucky you have me to take care of your needs during this important time of the month. It would’ve been a big mistake if you planned being with your little boyfriend.” 

"Are you out of your mind?" Mekha asked, shocked. Incredulous. What the hell was Hunter thinking? He couldn't just force an omega to spend his heat with him! "I can take care of my needs just fine on my own! I don't need you or anyone else and never have! You have to take me ba- oooh..." Mekha's protest - where he perhaps unknowingly revealed that he was still a virgin without meaning to - was caught in his throat as a wave of heat shot up from his belly, at the same time Hunter's hot tongue made contact with his skin. Hunter licked all the way up his neck, causing the omega to tremble in his arms.

Oh god, that felt nice - being touched by an alpha when his body was so sensitive was nice. Mekha hadn't spent his heat with anyone. He'd use his hand to jerk himself off to completion and nothing more. Mekha didn't even have heat toys, not wanting to use anything, wanting his first time having sex to be with an alpha he liked. He had only ever had his own isolated experiences when it came with going through a heat, so he didn't know that his nerves would be set alight like this, he didn't how everything was supposed to feel with a partner - and he started to wonder...

No! Mekha had to stop that line of thinking right now! He needed to control himself, he had to get away!

The car was slowing down. He didn't know if that meant they were close or if they were in traffic - but Mekha had made up his mind that once those doors were unlocked, he'd make a run for it. Hunter was fast, but would he be able to catch him with his arm still in a sling? The only problem was Mekha's heat was coming on faster than ever before, and he wasn't sure how he'd fare on the streets while smelling of honey and barely able to stand.

"I-I'm going to... I'll call for help," Mekha's hands rested on Hunter's chest, weakly pushing at the firm pectoral as he tried to think of his next steps. His mind was beginning to cloud and he ended up getting distracted, palms flat against the man's chest instead where he felt nothing but solid muscle. The omega in him seemed to love that - loved that there was a strong alpha in front of him, even though Mekha was fighting back against his nature. "You're gonna- you'll get into so much trouble so- you better stop... n-now!"

[omekha]

This was bad. Very bad. Mekha should not be out of his home right now. Going into heat in public was a sure-fire way to attract the wrong kind of attention - the kind that turned perfectly pleasant alphas into animalistic monsters controlled by their desires, desperate for a taste of sweetness that only an omega could provide.

Mekha's breathing became unsteady, eyes wide as fear threatened to consume him. He was so uncomfortable at the heat that stirred within him, making him shift around on Hunter's lap without him even thinking of the consequence. He prayed that the alpha would have mercy on him - would understand without Mekha needing to say it that he should take him home. All he got in response was an annoyed tone of voice back, telling him that it wasn't going to happen, and to instead sit still. It only added to Mekha's desperation to leave, squirming now in that tight hold Hunter had on him. Not being in a place that Mekha could trust was safe for him would just make the omega even more distressed and worried about what dangers could befall him in his most vulnerable state.

Because Mekha would hardly be coherent, when his heat hit. He'd be too weak to defend himself, too hot to think about anything other than getting off, a mess of moaning and panting while he burned from the inside. It was days of agony, where he'd cum so much it hurt, yet no number of orgasms would ever quench the thirst of what his body really needed -

An alpha's cock shoved deep in his ass.

“What’s the matter? Worried about something?”

Mekha noticed a shift in Hunter's tone, his voice so quiet now compared to earlier. The man's nose had brushed against his cheek, in close proximity to Mekha's neck, where his scent was strongest. The atmosphere in the car and transformed too, changing the bitter, ash-filled burning scent that Mekha had before to his natural sweet honeyed one.

There was something else too. Another scent that emerged in the small space. It was only for a moment - it was too fleeting for Mekha to properly identify what it was. His nose twitched, trying to pinpoint it, hoping it would give him a read on the alpha in front of him, but it was gone in an instant. The effect it had on his body, however, was immediate and lingering. While Mekha frustratingly couldn't smell it anymore, it had been wonderful. The omega within him seemed to approve, his cock starting to harden in his pants, causing him to tighten his thighs around Hunter's legs.

"I'm worried that I'm being kidnapped," Mekha said through gritted teeth, deflecting from the true reason, his entire body tense as he tried to fight off the impending heat. If he could hold it off long enough to convince Hunter to get his driver to turn the car around, maybe he'd be able to make it home before it got any worse...

Hunter pulled away, an unreadable expression on his face. Mekha frowned at the man, trying not to be intimidated by the intense expression that stared at him. The furrowed brows, the calculating eyes, the jawline looking like it had been carved by the gods... Fuck. Why did this asshole have to be so handsome? Even though Hunter had very literally kidnapped him off of the street, Mekha still thought he was drop-dead gorgeous. Any omega would be lucky to spend their heat with Hunter - Mekha would have felt the same, in the past. But now, he wanted to be as far away as possible from the athlete. Mekha had promised himself long ago that the only alpha he'd ever spend his heat with was the one who would be his mate, and Hunter was not that person.

“Rushing to go home, huh? Is someone waiting for you at home? To take care of you while in heat?”

Mekha froze, not daring to move as he released that Hunter figured it out. Dread slowly filled him as Hunter's nails dug into his side, a smirk appearing on his face.

"T-that's none of your business!" Mekha managed to snap, his mouth feeling like cotton. It didn't matter that nobody was waiting at home for him - he just needed to be there. His comfort zone, his safe space. He needed his blankets, his pillows, his nest, where he could let his cycle pass without worrying about an alpha ruining his plan to wait until he had met his mate.

“I suppose you’re meant to end up in my car then. You’re lucky you have me to take care of your needs during this important time of the month. It would’ve been a big mistake if you planned being with your little boyfriend.” 

"Are you out of your mind?" Mekha asked, shocked. Incredulous. What the hell was Hunter thinking? He couldn't just force an omega to spend his heat with him! "I can take care of my needs just fine on my own! I don't need you or anyone else and never have! You have to take me ba- oooh..." Mekha's protest - where he perhaps unknowingly revealed that he was still a virgin without meaning to - was caught in his throat as a wave of heat shot up from his belly, at the same time Hunter's hot tongue made contact with his skin. Hunter licked all the way up his neck, causing the omega to tremble in his arms.

Oh god, that felt nice - being touched by an alpha when his body was so sensitive was nice. Mekha hadn't spent his heat with anyone. He'd use his hand to jerk himself off to completion and nothing more. Mekha didn't even have heat toys, not wanting to use anything, wanting his first time having sex to be with an alpha he liked. He had only ever had his own isolated experiences when it came with going through a heat, so he didn't know that his nerves would be set alight like this, he didn't how everything was supposed to feel with a partner - and he started to wonder...

No! Mekha had to stop that line of thinking right now! He needed to control himself, he had to get away!

The car was slowing down. He didn't know if that meant they were close or if they were in traffic - but Mekha had made up his mind that once those doors were unlocked, he'd make a run for it. Hunter was fast, but would he be able to catch him with his arm still in a sling? The only problem was Mekha's heat was coming on faster than ever before, and he wasn't sure how he'd fare on the streets while smelling of honey and barely able to stand.

"I-I'm going to... I'll call for help," Mekha's hands rested on Hunter's chest, weakly pushing at the firm pectoral as he tried to think of his next steps. His mind was beginning to cloud and he ended up getting distracted, palms flat against the man's chest instead where he felt nothing but solid muscle. The omega in him seemed to love that - loved that there was a strong alpha in front of him, even though Mekha was fighting back against his nature. "You're gonna- you'll get into so much trouble so- you better stop... n-now!"

Mekha continued to try and pry the door handle open, his desperation turning into frustration and resignation when he realised nothing he was doing was working. He didn't want to give up, but it was obvious that the handle wasn't going to budge. Whoever was driving them must be in cahoots with Hunter, since no upstanding citizen would sit idly by while an innocent omega was kidnapped right on the steps of their home.

While Mekha tried - and failed - to get the door open, Hunter snapping at him got his attention.

“Calm the fuck the down. If I was going to hurt you, I would’ve done it already.”

Mekha stopped, finally releasing the handle and turning to face his captor. Hunter was as every bit gorgeous as Mekha remembered the first time he had seen him on that basketball court via his social media, but the omega knew that there was nastiness that lurked within. He had seen it that night at the club, in the way Hunter had spoken to Sana and the other fans of his in the VIP room, like they meant nothing to him. He saw it again in the Alpha's actions when that poor injured man came begging at his feet for mercy only to be beaten again and again. Mekha had already made up his mind that Hunter was someone he needed to watch out for, and be smart around. One of those Alphas that thought they owned the planet, and that everybody else was dying to serve them. Well, Mekha wouldn't ever be that person. Not now, not ever.

The omega's eyes narrowed at the man in defiance, his gaze brushing over to Hunter's injured shoulder. Surgery was what the tabloids were saying. He had had to have surgery. Once upon a time, Mekha would have been devastated that his favourite basketball player was hurt. Would have sent a message amongst the thousands of others on social media for Hunter to "get better soon!" and wish him a swift recovery. Hmph. Hunter probably would have loved that attention, wouldn't he? Self-centred Alphas always did.

And the worst thing? Mekha still couldn't get a dang scent from him. Half the battle was won if Mekha had a scent to work with, but Hunter was almost like a beta in the way that he simply had none. What kind of suppressant medication was he on? It didn't just mask or dull down the scent, it eliminated it entirely. So long as Mekha didn't have that aspect to understand Hunter's actions further - though he wasn't sure what answers could justify a literal kidnapping - he was always going to be uneasy.

“Our time together was cut way too short, don't you think?”

"Our time together was enough for this lifetime. I didn't ever need to see you again." Mekha countered, his stubborn nature showing through his words. Hunter leaned back on his seat like a king, reclining back as he observed his subjects. Mekha couldn't lie to himself - the man was damn hot, and he hated himself for even letting that thought cross his mind. There was just no denying it. Asshole or not, Hunter was a gorgeous Alpha.

“You’ll spend the night with me. I think it’s just right since you ran away without saying goodbye.”

"Are you out of your mind? You can't just force me to spend a night with you!" Mekha exclaimed, his heart beating more quickly. What the hell!? Was he for real!? What gave him the right to make a decision like that!?

Hunter must be toying with him, trying to test the boundaries because Mekha refused to indulge him that night in the club. That was the only thing Mekha could think of. And of course, Hunter was abusing his power by snatching Mekha off of the streets and keeping him confined in a car with him, but surely wouldn't last the entire night, right? Mekha hoped that it would be nothing more than just a few hours before he was finally set free.

The Alpha extended an arm to invite Mekha up to beside him. Mekha remained where he was, crossing his arms in front of him and shaking his head in disobedience.

“You don’t want me to bring you over here myself.”

"Make me." Mekha said stubbornly, trying not to admit to himself that that firm tone almost made him weak in the knees. Damn omegan nature, reacting to the tone of a powerful Alpha this way. Thank god he was already sitting down. He didn't think he'd be able to live it down if Hunter noticed the possible effect he could have on him.

Hunter extended his arm, and Mekha kept his eyes trained on it. He was expecting to be yanked forward, for the other to grab him aggressively like last time - but he didn't. He took one of Mekha's hands, not even pulling. Just... holding it? As if giving Mekha a warning this time for some bizarre reason-

Suddenly, the car jolted. The ride had been bumpy, but now the driver stomped on the breaks, and Mekha yelped from the unexpected force as he was propelled forward...

And deposited right in Hunter's lap.

Great. Just... great.

Mekha swallowed, his eyes wide as they stared into Hunter's. This close to his idol - no, no, ex-idol, Mekha! - was something he never thought would happen. Now they were here and Mekha wasn't sure what to do with himself, sitting in Hunter's lap like this. His mind knew that he should get away - but all those years of almost worshipping this man from behind a screen was compelling him into stillness.

“What is your purpose?”

"H-huh?" Mekha spoke, not quite catching what Hunter had said just then. He was too busy focussing on his nervousness to hear it properly.

Whatever had come over Hunter to have him speak so softly disappeared in an instant. The old Hunter was back, capturing Mekha's waist to keep him in place.

“Are you going to play along or are you going to give me a hard time? You have to realize that I’ve been patient with you since the day you decided to be defiant. Any other Alpha wouldn’t be too kind…”

God. Hearing words like that truly lit a fire under Mekha. It was the same feeling he got when he had to prove people wrong about what he was capable of, an omega fighting in an Alpha's world to be heard or respected. His mouth was parted as he stared up at the man with a glint of anger in his eyes, ready to snap back - but Hunter's thumb pressed against his lower lip and soon was slipped into Mekha's mouth.

“But no worries… I’m pretty good at telling people how I want to be appreciated. I have an idea or two for you… And your sharp tongue…”

"A-Arsh-hole," Mekha tried to say as Hunter pressed his thumb against his tongue, rubbing it up and down in a highly suggestive manner that had the omega's face instantly blooming red. He was receiving the message loud and clear regarding his abduction tonight - and there was no way that was happening!

“No biting. Unless I told you to.”

Mekha's teeth grazed Hunter's thumb in warning, ready to bite down. He refused to break eye contact with the man, his gaze filled with defiance. He'd be poking the bear if he bit down, he knew - but he would do it, and damn the consequences. What was Hunter going to do to him? Hurt him? Would he risk it with his injured shoulder? Risk his reputation? All Mekha had to do was make a post online to start conversation about Hunter not being the man he was portraying himself to be, then all he'd have to do was watch the internet burn with conspiracy.

Mekha was going to do it. He was going to bite Hunter's finger clean off until he felt a familiar - stirring. Something warm, starting in his belly, heating up to a point of discomfort. Mekha's eyes widened, the seething anger replaced by recognition, and then worry. He knew this feeling well, the one that slowly crept throughout his body, causing some of his natural omega and honeyed sweetness to seep through the burning charcoal of disobedience. These were symptoms.

His heat was starting.

This couldn't be right. Why now? He wasn't due for another... week? He was sure of it, Mekha always marked on his phone calendar when his cycle started and ended, and he knew that it was early. The only way something like this could happen was if his cycle was disrupted by an external factor, and the only person in front of him right now was Hunter-

No, that's not true. Mekha had spent an entire afternoon with Ken, an Alpha he was attracted to. That had to be the reason he was going into heat early. Not because of Hunter - but because of Ken.

That's what Mekha convinced himself of as he reached up to grab Hunter's wrist, trying to pry the man's thumb from his mouth. He needed to get out of here before his scent changed completely - the sweet scent of an omega in heat was irresistible to certain Alphas, and it was dangerous to be spending his time outdoors, unprotected from unwanted advances.

"T-take me home right now," Mekha told Hunter with a sense of urgency in his voice, shifting uncomfortably in the man's lap. He didn't want to beg - but god, the longer he was away from home, the more dangerous it was for him to be out. "I don't know what game you want to play but I need to go home now."

[omekha]

Mekha continued to try and pry the door handle open, his desperation turning into frustration and resignation when he realised nothing he was doing was working. He didn't want to give up, but it was obvious that the handle wasn't going to budge. Whoever was driving them must be in cahoots with Hunter, since no upstanding citizen would sit idly by while an innocent omega was kidnapped right on the steps of their home.

While Mekha tried - and failed - to get the door open, Hunter snapping at him got his attention.

“Calm the fuck the down. If I was going to hurt you, I would’ve done it already.”

Mekha stopped, finally releasing the handle and turning to face his captor. Hunter was as every bit gorgeous as Mekha remembered the first time he had seen him on that basketball court via his social media, but the omega knew that there was nastiness that lurked within. He had seen it that night at the club, in the way Hunter had spoken to Sana and the other fans of his in the VIP room, like they meant nothing to him. He saw it again in the Alpha's actions when that poor injured man came begging at his feet for mercy only to be beaten again and again. Mekha had already made up his mind that Hunter was someone he needed to watch out for, and be smart around. One of those Alphas that thought they owned the planet, and that everybody else was dying to serve them. Well, Mekha wouldn't ever be that person. Not now, not ever.

The omega's eyes narrowed at the man in defiance, his gaze brushing over to Hunter's injured shoulder. Surgery was what the tabloids were saying. He had had to have surgery. Once upon a time, Mekha would have been devastated that his favourite basketball player was hurt. Would have sent a message amongst the thousands of others on social media for Hunter to "get better soon!" and wish him a swift recovery. Hmph. Hunter probably would have loved that attention, wouldn't he? Self-centred Alphas always did.

And the worst thing? Mekha still couldn't get a dang scent from him. Half the battle was won if Mekha had a scent to work with, but Hunter was almost like a beta in the way that he simply had none. What kind of suppressant medication was he on? It didn't just mask or dull down the scent, it eliminated it entirely. So long as Mekha didn't have that aspect to understand Hunter's actions further - though he wasn't sure what answers could justify a literal kidnapping - he was always going to be uneasy.

“Our time together was cut way too short, don't you think?”

"Our time together was enough for this lifetime. I didn't ever need to see you again." Mekha countered, his stubborn nature showing through his words. Hunter leaned back on his seat like a king, reclining back as he observed his subjects. Mekha couldn't lie to himself - the man was damn hot, and he hated himself for even letting that thought cross his mind. There was just no denying it. Asshole or not, Hunter was a gorgeous Alpha.

“You’ll spend the night with me. I think it’s just right since you ran away without saying goodbye.”

"Are you out of your mind? You can't just force me to spend a night with you!" Mekha exclaimed, his heart beating more quickly. What the hell!? Was he for real!? What gave him the right to make a decision like that!?

Hunter must be toying with him, trying to test the boundaries because Mekha refused to indulge him that night in the club. That was the only thing Mekha could think of. And of course, Hunter was abusing his power by snatching Mekha off of the streets and keeping him confined in a car with him, but surely wouldn't last the entire night, right? Mekha hoped that it would be nothing more than just a few hours before he was finally set free.

The Alpha extended an arm to invite Mekha up to beside him. Mekha remained where he was, crossing his arms in front of him and shaking his head in disobedience.

“You don’t want me to bring you over here myself.”

"Make me." Mekha said stubbornly, trying not to admit to himself that that firm tone almost made him weak in the knees. Damn omegan nature, reacting to the tone of a powerful Alpha this way. Thank god he was already sitting down. He didn't think he'd be able to live it down if Hunter noticed the possible effect he could have on him.

Hunter extended his arm, and Mekha kept his eyes trained on it. He was expecting to be yanked forward, for the other to grab him aggressively like last time - but he didn't. He took one of Mekha's hands, not even pulling. Just... holding it? As if giving Mekha a warning this time for some bizarre reason-

Suddenly, the car jolted. The ride had been bumpy, but now the driver stomped on the breaks, and Mekha yelped from the unexpected force as he was propelled forward...

And deposited right in Hunter's lap.

Great. Just... great.

Mekha swallowed, his eyes wide as they stared into Hunter's. This close to his idol - no, no, ex-idol, Mekha! - was something he never thought would happen. Now they were here and Mekha wasn't sure what to do with himself, sitting in Hunter's lap like this. His mind knew that he should get away - but all those years of almost worshipping this man from behind a screen was compelling him into stillness.

“What is your purpose?”

"H-huh?" Mekha spoke, not quite catching what Hunter had said just then. He was too busy focussing on his nervousness to hear it properly.

Whatever had come over Hunter to have him speak so softly disappeared in an instant. The old Hunter was back, capturing Mekha's waist to keep him in place.

“Are you going to play along or are you going to give me a hard time? You have to realize that I’ve been patient with you since the day you decided to be defiant. Any other Alpha wouldn’t be too kind…”

God. Hearing words like that truly lit a fire under Mekha. It was the same feeling he got when he had to prove people wrong about what he was capable of, an omega fighting in an Alpha's world to be heard or respected. His mouth was parted as he stared up at the man with a glint of anger in his eyes, ready to snap back - but Hunter's thumb pressed against his lower lip and soon was slipped into Mekha's mouth.

“But no worries… I’m pretty good at telling people how I want to be appreciated. I have an idea or two for you… And your sharp tongue…”

"A-Arsh-hole," Mekha tried to say as Hunter pressed his thumb against his tongue, rubbing it up and down in a highly suggestive manner that had the omega's face instantly blooming red. He was receiving the message loud and clear regarding his abduction tonight - and there was no way that was happening!

“No biting. Unless I told you to.”

Mekha's teeth grazed Hunter's thumb in warning, ready to bite down. He refused to break eye contact with the man, his gaze filled with defiance. He'd be poking the bear if he bit down, he knew - but he would do it, and damn the consequences. What was Hunter going to do to him? Hurt him? Would he risk it with his injured shoulder? Risk his reputation? All Mekha had to do was make a post online to start conversation about Hunter not being the man he was portraying himself to be, then all he'd have to do was watch the internet burn with conspiracy.

Mekha was going to do it. He was going to bite Hunter's finger clean off until he felt a familiar - stirring. Something warm, starting in his belly, heating up to a point of discomfort. Mekha's eyes widened, the seething anger replaced by recognition, and then worry. He knew this feeling well, the one that slowly crept throughout his body, causing some of his natural omega and honeyed sweetness to seep through the burning charcoal of disobedience. These were symptoms.

His heat was starting.

This couldn't be right. Why now? He wasn't due for another... week? He was sure of it, Mekha always marked on his phone calendar when his cycle started and ended, and he knew that it was early. The only way something like this could happen was if his cycle was disrupted by an external factor, and the only person in front of him right now was Hunter-

No, that's not true. Mekha had spent an entire afternoon with Ken, an Alpha he was attracted to. That had to be the reason he was going into heat early. Not because of Hunter - but because of Ken.

That's what Mekha convinced himself of as he reached up to grab Hunter's wrist, trying to pry the man's thumb from his mouth. He needed to get out of here before his scent changed completely - the sweet scent of an omega in heat was irresistible to certain Alphas, and it was dangerous to be spending his time outdoors, unprotected from unwanted advances.

"T-take me home right now," Mekha told Hunter with a sense of urgency in his voice, shifting uncomfortably in the man's lap. He didn't want to beg - but god, the longer he was away from home, the more dangerous it was for him to be out. "I don't know what game you want to play but I need to go home now."

Mekha didn't know what happened. One moment, he was bidding his potential new boyfriend farewell at the steps of his apartment building, ready to turn in for the night after romantic date on the beach and the next - he was being grabbed by unknown hands and pulled away.

At first he was shocked - he hadn't smelled anyone approaching, so the assailants were either using suppressants or they were Betas with no scent. Mekha didn't even have time to register what was going on, just about to fish for his keys out of his pocket before he was essentially yanked from where he stood at the entry door, arms held behind him and a hand covering his mouth prevent him from screaming. Ken had already driven off, with Mekha dreamily watching his car disappear into the distance, and the streets were empty - there was nobody to help him as the two men dragged him down the street to a dark car parked at the footpath.

The Omega tried to fight back. He tried to make noise, muffled cries held in his throat by the hand that clamped against his mouth and jaw tightly. He tried to kick, to struggle free from the hands holding him down, but two against one wasn't an odd that worked in his favour. It didn't help that he was much shorter than the two of them - he was half-dragged, half-carried, losing his footing very easily when they almost lifted him off of the footpath, making it difficult for him to land a substantial strike on the kidnappers. Desperately, Mekha tried to recall any of the self-defence he had learned from his friend Vee, but putting it into practice proved to be a lot harder than going against an instructor at a gym in a controlled setting. So all Mekha could do was scream and struggle, until they finally reached the car and opening the dark doors to shove him inside.

Mekha landed on his hands and knees with a cry, the spacious backseat of an unfamiliar vehicle. He looked back as the door slammed shut, and almost instantly the car roared to life. Mekha tried to scramble for the handle, when a voice - an eerily calm one - had him freezing in his tracks.

“How are you, Mekha? It’s been a while.”

Mekha felt his stomach drop and his throat go dry. The fear was there, seeping through his pores, but it intensified when he recognised the familiar tenor of an Alpha he thought was no longer a part of his life. And turning to the man in the seat, staring at him with the same menacing smirk he had had the night they met at the club, was none other than Hunter Thuanthong.

"You-!" Mekha started saying, his pink mouth parted open in confusion and shock. What- what was going on? Why had Mekha been kidnapped into Hunter's car? And how the fuck did the man know his name? And where he lived?? Mekha hadn't told him any of that information, had he?

“Didn’t I tell you that if you run away from me I’d make you fucking regret it. It’s about time I’d remind you how that’s gonna go.”

The car started to move, and Mekha heard the click of the lock that kept him trapped inside with the monster who was once his idol. Dread filled him as he jumped towards the door, ineffectually pulling at the locked handle, his movements growing more desperate the fast the car sped away from his apartment. Oh fuck, oh fuck, the door wouldn't open!

“I hope you enjoyed your little date. You won’t be seeing your boyfriend in a bit. Not until I’m done getting to know you. What do you say? Let’s pick up from where we left off? Do you still have a sharp tongue on you? I’d like to hear it again.”

Swallowing thickly, Mekha turned to face Hunter, the man saying those words with such a self-satisfying, smug smile. He noticed the sling around his shoulder - knew from the grapevine about the great Point Guard of the Chicago Bulls getting an injury and needing to be off the court for a few months. Yet, even with a sling, Hunter looked every bit the strong, bull-headed Alpha Mekha had come to know him as. And even though Mekha was still scared, a lot of that was being replaced by with anger - because what the fuck did Hunter think he was doing? What was he trying to accomplish?? Kidnapping?? Couldn't someone in his position get cancelled if allegations of him doing this sort of stuff got out???

"Let me out of here!" Mekha shouted at the man, still pulling at the door handle, knowing he may be playing with fire talking to the great Hunter this way. "There's a reason I didn't stay in that room for you and that's because I didn't want to see you again! Take me back home!"

[omekha]

ⁿᵒᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵛᵉⁿᵗᵘʳᵉᵈ, ⁿᵒᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵍᵃⁱⁿᵉᵈ ᵃⁿ ᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ ᵖˡᵃʸˢ ᵃⁿ ᵃˡᵖʰᵃ'ˢ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ...

Mekha was used to being an Omega in an Alpha's world. Had it not been for the strong support of his parents and his own ambitious drive to succeed in the future against all odds, he'd probably have given up a long time ago. But Mekha had something to prove, to himself and to the world. Nothing was going to stop him from achieving his goals, and for making a difference in the way he wanted to. He was going to help people, Omegas like himself, who were victims of the cruelty that Alphas and society could inflict - and while was at it, Mekha was going to destroy the perpetuating stereotype that Omegas were weak and useless and were good for nothing but pushing out babies. If there was nothing ventured, then nothing would be gained.

And Mekha had done well for himself. He passed his schooling with flying colours, topping his cohort, one of the rare examples of an Omega besting their Alpha classmates. He got into Chulalongkorn University, burying himself in his studies, determined to repeat history and ace every single one of his classes. Mekha did, too. Behavioural Science? High Distinction. Advanced Research Methodology? High Distinction. Developmental Psychology of Alphas, Omegas, and Betas? High Distinction. His GPA was one of the highest the university could boast about, and it was all attributed to his hard work, dedication, and the fire within him urging him to be the best he could.

There was... one problem. One class that was proving to be more of a challenge than Mekha could realise - Abnormal Psychology. It wasn't that it was hard. Yes, the readings were more detailed and it did require a lot more time-consuming research, but that wasn't the issue. The issue was the forty-something year old Alpha teaching the class.

The professor had made it abundantly clear from the first lecture about his views regarding the dynamics between Alphas, Omegas, and Betas. He announced in front of the entire hall that the Omegas would struggle more than the Alphas - that their inherent, slutty nature would take over and urge them to seek out a mate, and that all of them would be dropping out before the end of the semester. He even had the nerve - the fucking nerve - to invite them back next year with the pups they would "undoubtedly have" to participate in a survey for the course, wanting to study the abnormal way in which Omegas operated.

Mekha was furious. He complained to the dean, who promised to chase it up, to speak with the professor about his words - but it amounted to nothing. The professor had years of bias research on his side, the kind that was slowly being debunked by contemporary studies but was still being used as factual evidence in a teaching setting. He used it to justify his comments, which only became more and more discriminatory the further the semester progressed. And Mekha - being so outspoken - suffered the brunt of it, when his essays and papers arguing the negative to the man's teachings would come back to him after submission with a big, fat zero mark. Paper after paper, returned to him with a shit-eating smirk by his professor, ruining the perfect record that Mekha had set for himself. Complaining to the dean, once again, did nothing.

"Abnormal Pysch is hard, even for an Alpha. It’s nothing against you, or other Omega like you. Perhaps you should consider other options." The dean had told him.

Mekha felt like he was going crazy, once again privy to the injustices faced by people like him. Without the support of the university and with nobody else in the class game to speak up - lest they become the professor's next victims - he was going to flunk out of the course. And Mekha couldn't allow that to happen. He needed to at the very least pass Abnormal Psych if he wanted to progress into his next year of study, and since there were no other classes or professors teaching, he had to find a way to convince that old ass prof to mark his papers fairly.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

It was late one afternoon when Mekha - armed with his anger and his papers - knocked on the professor's door. He was permitted entry and sat across from the man at his desk, debating with him for almost an hour about the grading of his essays. Mekha even used the class's texts - written by Alphas - to justify his points of view, arguing a strong case that should have been enough to change anyone's mind.

But a bigot was always a bigot, and that's exactly what his professor was.

"You know, Mekha. You are smart, for an Omega. And judging by your record, you've done well in your other psych classes. So you should know better than anyone where you'll end up in life." The professor told him matter-of-factly.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Mekha countered, his eyes narrowed with mirth.

"You know that people like you," The professor spat. "Are slaves to your own nature. You can fight it for as long as you can, but eventually, you'll come to realise that you're only good for two things - submitting to an Alpha, and birthing his children. To give you a good grade on your papers would be a waste. You won't need to use your head in the future. Well... not that head, anyway."

Mekha was almost blinded with rage. His sweetened honey scent was cloying, choking the air in the room around them, tainted by his utter hatred for the man opposite him. The professor's eyes were gleaming with delight as he watched the young Omega who was half his age release a string of curses aimed right at him. He was patient, waiting for the tirade to be over, until Mekha was breathing heavily and shaking violently, clutching his papers so hard they almost ripped in his hands.

"Think, Omega," The professor said, adjusting his seating. "You are arguing that the Omega brain isn't abnormal since it shouldn't be compared to that of an Alpha's. Your evidence is new and experimental, not yet vetted by an authoritative body. How can I pass you, when you have nothing of substance backing up your argument?"

"I have plenty of evidence from your own texts to back my points!" Mekha said, ready to argue again until the professor put up his hand to stop him.

"This is Abnormal Psychology. If you want me to change your grade, you're going to have to demonstrate that you understand the theory I discuss in my lectures. What is normal to you, is abnormal to me. So, I'm telling you again, Omega. Think. Use that brain you believe you possess to convince me in the right way that I should pass you. Nature's way."

Mekha sat back, his mind racing with a million and one thoughts on what his professor meant. He tried to recall all the readings, all the research, every bit of information he had absorbed to prove to his professor that he deserved to pass this class. Except, his mind fixated on the last part of the professor's words - nature's way. Was he... was he implying...?

"You're disgusting," Mekha gasped when he made the connection. His professor was fucking propositioning him.

"I'm an Alpha. You're an Omega. If you want something from your Alpha in the future, how do you expect to get it if not with your body?" The professor said casually.

"I'm not going to sleep with you," Mekha snapped, getting up out of his seat. Surely this would be enough information to get this creep fired. He didn't care if the dean tried to brush him off again, he'd go higher this time, report the dean too, for negligence or non-compliance. He'd sue this entire fucking university for staying silent while he faced this kind of discrimination that prevented him from achieving the goals he so desperately wanted.

"Why? Saving yourself for your mate?" The professor smirked.

Mekha knew it would be wrong to respond. That it would prove to the professor that everything he had been saying about Omegas was right, and that all of Mekha's arguments were therefore redundant - but Mekha's brain had always worked faster than his mouth, and so before he could stop himself he said... "As a matter of fact, yes, I am!"

The professor snapped his fingers, his grin widening. "There it is! The abnormal Omega brain, live and in the flesh!" The professor laughed mockingly, setting his glasses on the table and shaking his head while Mekha's cheeks bloomed red with fury. "How can you compare Omegas to Alphas when you think that way? An Alpha is encouraged to sleep around and spread their seed. You've rebuked everything you've argued for in your papers, and that's why I will not pass you. So long as you don't acknowledge your place in the world and why Omegas are the reason Abnormal Psychology exists, you'll never pass this class."

Mekha was silent, forcing himself to hold his tongue. So that was his professor's game, huh? Coerce him into sleeping with him for a good grade, under the guise of it proving some antiquated notion he was determined to cling to with those wrinkled hands of his? Disgusting, abhorrent man. Mekha wanted to slap him across the face, even if it meant expulsion from the university - but he couldn't. He needed to pass this. His dreams were almost in his grasp, and he couldn't give up now.

"So... professor," Mekha said quietly, setting his papers aside. "If I concede, and agree with your point of view... you'll pass me?"

"Perhaps," The professor grinned again. "It depends on how much you agree with me. Say, for example, you want to pass. A small kiss would do. Just to prove that an Omega can never resist the allure of an Alpha."

Fucking creep. Mekha almost threw up in his mouth. "My papers are worth more than a pass. I deserve a High Distinction."

"And you'll get one, if you do a really good job of showing me you understand the abnormal psyche of an Omega."

Mekha gritted his teeth, standing up from his seat and walking around the desk. "I'm not going to do that. You might find it strange, but I am waiting for the right mate. And it's not you."

"Then the most you'll get is a Distinction," The professor told him, swivelling himself around in his wheelie chair so that he was facing the Omega in front of him. "So? What should I expect around my cock? Your hands? Your mouth? Or your ass?"

Mekha almost faltered, second-guessing what he was about to do. He should run. He should leave. He should tell someone, expose this man on social media, petition to get him out of a job - but what good would that do? What if he gets replaced with an even worse Alpha who wanted more from Mekha? He was the only Omega in the class now. He'd be targeted more easily...

"Make up your mind, boy," The professor said, spreading his legs.

Mekha had a decision to make in that moment. It went against everything he had ever been taught, but he had to do it. As long as nobody found out, it should be fine right? He was an omega in an Alpha's world - he had to play the Alpha's game to get ahead.

Nothing ventured. Nothing gained.

Mekha left that room half an hour later, tears threatening to burst from his eyes the second he stepped through the doorway. He had a class to go to now, but he was going home instead, unable to fathom staying the rest of the day after what he had just done.

In his tote bag, peaking out from the top, were his papers. The ones he had worked so hard on. The ones that deserved to be published in journals and articles. The ones he had had to beg to be revised, in a method that did more than hurt his ego.

And each paper had a revised grade scribbled onto the corner in crimson red ink...

[omekha]

Mekha didn't know what happened. One moment, he was bidding his potential new boyfriend farewell at the steps of his apartment building, ready to turn in for the night after romantic date on the beach and the next - he was being grabbed by unknown hands and pulled away.

At first he was shocked - he hadn't smelled anyone approaching, so the assailants were either using suppressants or they were Betas with no scent. Mekha didn't even have time to register what was going on, just about to fish for his keys out of his pocket before he was essentially yanked from where he stood at the entry door, arms held behind him and a hand covering his mouth prevent him from screaming. Ken had already driven off, with Mekha dreamily watching his car disappear into the distance, and the streets were empty - there was nobody to help him as the two men dragged him down the street to a dark car parked at the footpath.

The Omega tried to fight back. He tried to make noise, muffled cries held in his throat by the hand that clamped against his mouth and jaw tightly. He tried to kick, to struggle free from the hands holding him down, but two against one wasn't an odd that worked in his favour. It didn't help that he was much shorter than the two of them - he was half-dragged, half-carried, losing his footing very easily when they almost lifted him off of the footpath, making it difficult for him to land a substantial strike on the kidnappers. Desperately, Mekha tried to recall any of the self-defence he had learned from his friend Vee, but putting it into practice proved to be a lot harder than going against an instructor at a gym in a controlled setting. So all Mekha could do was scream and struggle, until they finally reached the car and opening the dark doors to shove him inside.

Mekha landed on his hands and knees with a cry, the spacious backseat of an unfamiliar vehicle. He looked back as the door slammed shut, and almost instantly the car roared to life. Mekha tried to scramble for the handle, when a voice - an eerily calm one - had him freezing in his tracks.

“How are you, Mekha? It’s been a while.”

Mekha felt his stomach drop and his throat go dry. The fear was there, seeping through his pores, but it intensified when he recognised the familiar tenor of an Alpha he thought was no longer a part of his life. And turning to the man in the seat, staring at him with the same menacing smirk he had had the night they met at the club, was none other than Hunter Thuanthong.

"You-!" Mekha started saying, his pink mouth parted open in confusion and shock. What- what was going on? Why had Mekha been kidnapped into Hunter's car? And how the fuck did the man know his name? And where he lived?? Mekha hadn't told him any of that information, had he?

“Didn’t I tell you that if you run away from me I’d make you fucking regret it. It’s about time I’d remind you how that’s gonna go.”

The car started to move, and Mekha heard the click of the lock that kept him trapped inside with the monster who was once his idol. Dread filled him as he jumped towards the door, ineffectually pulling at the locked handle, his movements growing more desperate the fast the car sped away from his apartment. Oh fuck, oh fuck, the door wouldn't open!

“I hope you enjoyed your little date. You won’t be seeing your boyfriend in a bit. Not until I’m done getting to know you. What do you say? Let’s pick up from where we left off? Do you still have a sharp tongue on you? I’d like to hear it again.”

Swallowing thickly, Mekha turned to face Hunter, the man saying those words with such a self-satisfying, smug smile. He noticed the sling around his shoulder - knew from the grapevine about the great Point Guard of the Chicago Bulls getting an injury and needing to be off the court for a few months. Yet, even with a sling, Hunter looked every bit the strong, bull-headed Alpha Mekha had come to know him as. And even though Mekha was still scared, a lot of that was being replaced by with anger - because what the fuck did Hunter think he was doing? What was he trying to accomplish?? Kidnapping?? Couldn't someone in his position get cancelled if allegations of him doing this sort of stuff got out???

"Let me out of here!" Mekha shouted at the man, still pulling at the door handle, knowing he may be playing with fire talking to the great Hunter this way. "There's a reason I didn't stay in that room for you and that's because I didn't want to see you again! Take me back home!"

danger

Timeline: 2025 March 21st, Friday, 9:31 P.M. Location: Bangkok, streets outside of his condo Mood: Happy, calm, relaxed - feeling some butterflies in his stomach Attire: See this post. VERY REVEALING CLOTHING MEKHA!!! Are you being a tease? 🤣 Music: Summer Paradise - Simple Plan ft Taka With: Potential BF 👀 -> @hunterspear

Mekha didn't have much time to date. He worked a full-time job and dedicated a lot of his free time volunteering or studying, picking up hobbies that helped enrich his mind as well as fulfil his soul. Dating was actually far from his mind, most days. He was the type to believe that he'd meet his true mate when the time was right, that it would happen naturally. He wouldn't try to force it, nor would he go out searching for it when he was comfortable living by himself - but when a potential partner happened to swipe right on Mekha's online dating profile and send him a polite and funny greeting message, the Omega couldn't deny that his interest was piqued. He responded, and the two had been talking for almost a week now.

Mekha liked Ken a lot. He was tall, handsome, and had a good sense of humour. He smelled like a library, full of wisdom and knowledge, and was pretty smart too, having studied a history and archaeology degree at university. He also seemed open-minded, which was important to the independent Mekha, who valued his freedom and privacy, which he knew not all Alphas considered important for Omegas. So far, Ken had been ticking all of Mekha's boxes, and the Omega was starting to get that warm fuzzy inside - the butterflies in his tummy, now that he was developing a crush.

"This was a really lovely night..." Ken sighs happily, he and Mekha's hands intertwined as they walked down the street to the Omega's building. Ken could have parked out front, but it seemed they were both enjoying their date so much that they decided to stroll around the block a few times, chatting into the night as they got to know each other more.

Mekha hummed, smiling softly at the person beside him. "It was. I'm glad we went out." He said.

"I'm glad you accepted my chat request," Ken chuckled, lightly swinging their hands together.

Man. What a breath of fresh air Ken was. Mekha had had such a string of bad luck with Alphas these past few weeks, starting when he had met his ex-idol Hunter. Mekha still hated thinking about that awful night he had spent at the club with the man, his scent spiking with anger every time it crossed his mind at how poorly he had been treated.

Ken wasn't like that at all. He was sweet, considerate, and was interested in what Mekha had to say about Omega rights. It made Mekha comfortable around him, thinking that maybe after a few more dates, their courtship might actually develop into a proper relationship.

The two continued to talk, doing another lap around the block before they reached Mekha's apartment entrance. Mekha turned to face the man, smiling up at him brightly. "Thank you for dropping me off. Maybe we can go out again?" He said.

Ken nodded happily, squeezing Mekha's hand once more before releasing it. "Absolutely. I had a great time. Let's set a time for coffee next week, before work. There's a lovely cafe that you might just love."

"It's a date then," Mekha said, feeling excited already.

"It's a date," Ken repeated with a nod. He leaned in a little, getting closer to Mekha, his eyes soft and sparkling in the moonlight. "Would it be alright if I gave you a kiss goodnight?"

"Mmmm..." Mekha hummed, genuinely thinking about it. His last relationship had been a few months ago, and other than pecking the lips of some of his friends in greeting, he hadn't actually had a kiss from a potential mate in a while. He ended up tapping his cheek, testing the other to see how far he'd go after being given a boundary. "You can kiss me here."

And Mekha was delighted when Ken didn't push him for more. Instead, the Alpha pressed a small kiss on Mekha's cheek, his touch lingering there. Mekha smiled, inhaling the calming scent of him deeply, thinking that finally, he was having some good luck when it came to meeting Alphas.

[omekha]

danger

Timeline: 2025 March 21st, Friday, 9:31 P.M. Location: Bangkok, streets outside of his condo Mood: Happy, calm, relaxed - feeling some butterflies in his stomach Attire: See this post. VERY REVEALING CLOTHING MEKHA!!! Are you being a tease? 🤣 Music: Summer Paradise - Simple Plan ft Taka With: Potential BF 👀 -> @hunterspear

Mekha didn't have much time to date. He worked a full-time job and dedicated a lot of his free time volunteering or studying, picking up hobbies that helped enrich his mind as well as fulfil his soul. Dating was actually far from his mind, most days. He was the type to believe that he'd meet his true mate when the time was right, that it would happen naturally. He wouldn't try to force it, nor would he go out searching for it when he was comfortable living by himself - but when a potential partner happened to swipe right on Mekha's online dating profile and send him a polite and funny greeting message, the Omega couldn't deny that his interest was piqued. He responded, and the two had been talking for almost a week now.

Mekha liked Ken a lot. He was tall, handsome, and had a good sense of humour. He smelled like a library, full of wisdom and knowledge, and was pretty smart too, having studied a history and archaeology degree at university. He also seemed open-minded, which was important to the independent Mekha, who valued his freedom and privacy, which he knew not all Alphas considered important for Omegas. So far, Ken had been ticking all of Mekha's boxes, and the Omega was starting to get that warm fuzzy inside - the butterflies in his tummy, now that he was developing a crush.

"This was a really lovely night..." Ken sighs happily, he and Mekha's hands intertwined as they walked down the street to the Omega's building. Ken could have parked out front, but it seemed they were both enjoying their date so much that they decided to stroll around the block a few times, chatting into the night as they got to know each other more.

Mekha hummed, smiling softly at the person beside him. "It was. I'm glad we went out." He said.

"I'm glad you accepted my chat request," Ken chuckled, lightly swinging their hands together.

Man. What a breath of fresh air Ken was. Mekha had had such a string of bad luck with Alphas these past few weeks, starting when he had met his ex-idol Hunter. Mekha still hated thinking about that awful night he had spent at the club with the man, his scent spiking with anger every time it crossed his mind at how poorly he had been treated.

Ken wasn't like that at all. He was sweet, considerate, and was interested in what Mekha had to say about Omega rights. It made Mekha comfortable around him, thinking that maybe after a few more dates, their courtship might actually develop into a proper relationship.

The two continued to talk, doing another lap around the block before they reached Mekha's apartment entrance. Mekha turned to face the man, smiling up at him brightly. "Thank you for dropping me off. Maybe we can go out again?" He said.

Ken nodded happily, squeezing Mekha's hand once more before releasing it. "Absolutely. I had a great time. Let's set a time for coffee next week, before work. There's a lovely cafe that you might just love."

"It's a date then," Mekha said, feeling excited already.

"It's a date," Ken repeated with a nod. He leaned in a little, getting closer to Mekha, his eyes soft and sparkling in the moonlight. "Would it be alright if I gave you a kiss goodnight?"

"Mmmm..." Mekha hummed, genuinely thinking about it. His last relationship had been a few months ago, and other than pecking the lips of some of his friends in greeting, he hadn't actually had a kiss from a potential mate in a while. He ended up tapping his cheek, testing the other to see how far he'd go after being given a boundary. "You can kiss me here."

And Mekha was delighted when Ken didn't push him for more. Instead, the Alpha pressed a small kiss on Mekha's cheek, his touch lingering there. Mekha smiled, inhaling the calming scent of him deeply, thinking that finally, he was having some good luck when it came to meeting Alphas.

[omekha]

Timeline: 2025 March 21st, Friday, 6:48 P.M. Location: Beach-side restaurant Mood: Happy, calm Attire: See above. VERY REVEALING CLOTHING MEKHA!!! Are you being a tease? 🤣 Music: Summer Paradise - Simple Plan ft Taka With: Potential BF 👀

Mekha is at a beach, about an hour away from Bangkok, on a date with an Alpha named Ken who he met on a dating app. The two have been talking on an off for a few days now, and Ken proposed that they go on a date to get to know each other more. Mekha agreed, excited, thinking that he and Ken had been getting along well so far and he'd like to see where it went.

After work, Ken picked Mekha up and they travelled to a beach for their date. They took a stroll along the coast and then sat down for snacks and drinking coconuts, where they talked more about their likes, dislikes, and interests. So far, Mekha is interested. Ken is nice, he's respectful, and said he was willing to be patient for Mekha, who expressed that he wasn't interested in intimacy with him until he was certain their were right for each other.

The two are finishing off their evening, holding hands and walking back to Ken's car, ready to travel back to Bangkok after a perfect date...