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The last thing Miguel was expecting at 9pm on a stormy Tuesday night was to hear his doorbell ring. He glanced towards the front door, brow furrowed, then back down at the book in his hand. It wasn’t literature by any stretch of the imagination but the striking muscled Alpha had just been about to knot his blushing Omega bride and, really, setting it aside now would be a fucking crime. They’d spent twenty chapters dancing around each other already. He’d earned this.
The doorbell sounded again and Miguel groaned. With a huff he set down his book and glass of red wine on the coffee table and got reluctantly to his feet. His home was dark except for the dim light in the living room -he’d been winding down to go to bed- and he didn’t bother to turn on any other lights as he went to answer the door.
Ripping it open revealed a small, hunched shape, dripping with water and blinking huge brown eyes up at him. Brown eyes that were from a life he’d left behind years ago.
“Miles?” he asked, all anger vanished.
Five years had passed since Miguel had moved out of New York City proper and out into the more rural areas of upper New York state. The hardest thing to leave behind had been the pretty Omega son of one of his coworkers. Jefferson had brought Miles around the precinct all the time, and Miguel had gotten…fond. The little Omega had trotted after him with a crush as obvious as the sun, and a smile just as blinding. Everyone in homicide had thought it was adorable and it had completely ruined Miguel’s reputation as a stoic hard ass. Miles was simply too cute not to love, though.
But in the end it was that same Omega boy who had caused Miguel to leave. For one, heart stopping moment Miguel thought that this was it. The end. The outcome he’d always dreaded would happen. Why else would Miles be here? He’d certainly never wanted to see Miguel again, that was for damn sure. Even if he’d never said the words out loud his expression on that night had been more than enough.
“Mr. O’Hara?” Miles asked, and oh. Oh he’d grown up. Under the thick onslaught of rain Miguel couldn’t get a read on the kid’s scent -he had to be fifteen by now, right? Sixteen at the oldest- but that voice was proof enough. It had dropped considerably, that low sweet tenor that straddled the line of baritone where most Omega men found themselves.
“Yeah,” Miguel managed to squeeze out. “What…fuck, Miles, what’re you doing here? You’re soaking wet.” Even as he was saying it, Miguel was moving back out of the doorway to give the kid space to come inside. Why? Miles could be here to ruin him, why was he inviting the kid into his home-
Because it was Miles, and where the Omega was concerned Miguel would always be weak.
Miles accepted his offer tentatively, curled in on himself with his hands tucked up under his arms. Not that Miguel blamed him, considering.
“I ran into a little trouble,” Miles said, gaze flicking away.
Miguel peered out around him, trying to see if maybe his parents were with him -or the cops, more likely- but the yard and driveway were empty. How the fuck had Miles even gotten out here? The closest bus stop was a few miles away, and it was a greyhound station that only saw use a couple times a day. Well, that would explain why he was dripping all over Miguel’s entry way.
When Miguel closed and locked the front door it cut off the porch light, leaving them in soft shadow with the scent and sound of rain all around. They were silent for a long stretch, Miles looking studiously at the floor and Miguel trying to study him with little to no success. Finally Miguel sighed and told the kid to stay put while he grabbed some dry clothes and a towel, flipping lights on as he went.
When he came back Miles had wriggled his way out of his hoodie and was holding the sodden garment out in front of himself as it continued to drip onto the floor. Miguel sighed -he had a feeling he was going to be doing that a lot tonight; a headache was already making itself known- at the puddle forming.
“Just drop it. I’ll throw everything in the dryer and-” His words died on his tongue. Because when Miles turned towards him with a thin t-shirt plastered to his torso, the ‘little trouble’ he’d run into became obvious. And it wasn’t so little.
Miles was clearly pregnant; six, maybe seven months along? His naturally slim body had curved outward, spine arching to offset the weight of his gravid belly. The shirt he wore was definitely not meant for a pregnant Omega and was stretched taut around belly and breasts. Even his bellybutton and nipples showed through the thin fabric.
“Mierda,” Miguel swore, mouth dry.
Miles flinched away from him, pulling the hoodie against his body as if to use the sodden material to hide himself. “I can- I can explain,” he rushed out, then went silent immediately after like he wasn’t sure how, or wasn’t used to being given the space to talk.
Breathing out a long, slow breath, Miguel composed himself as quickly as he could. “No,” he said, and Miles jerked at the word, expression going fearful. “I mean, no, you don’t need to explain right now.” Fuck, did the kid think Miguel was going to throw him out?
…had Rio and Jefferson thrown him out? Was that why he was here?
“Dry off and get warmed up first,” Miguel said gruffly. He could grill Miles later, for now he just wanted the kid to stop dripping all over his expensive hardwood. And to stop looking like a kicked puppy.
Miles took the proffered towel and clothes with a little nod, and scurried off to the guest bathroom when Miguel pointed it out to him. While he was gone Miguel cleaned up the hallway then went to go reheat some soup he’d made a few days before and hadn’t managed to finish off just yet.
A few minutes later, Miles joined him in the kitchen, swamped in Miguel’s clothes even despite his growing size. And now that he was dry, Miguel was actually able to get a scent off of him.
When Miles had been little, he’d smelled like graphite and sunshine and his mother’s cooking. That Omega sweetness had been under it all, but it was still under ripe when Miguel had left. Now though? He was honey warm and just as sweet, still bright like sunshine and spicy as homemade pique, but all slow burning Omegian heat too. His pregnancy lent an additional creamy softness to his scent as well, but there was no lingering Alpha on him. No sign of a claim. Whoever had knocked him up clearly wasn’t in the picture anymore and might never have been.
“Here,” Miguel said, pushing the bowl of soup towards his unexpected visitor. Carefully, Miles lowered himself into a chair at Miguel’s little breakfast table and pulled the the bowl closer. The soup was gone in a matter of minutes and only then did Miles look up to meet Miguel’s gaze.
“Sorry for showing up out of the blue,” he murmured.
“Yeah, about that,” Miguel sighed, then spread his palms in a universal ‘what the fuck?’ gesture. “What the hell are you running from, and how’d you make it all the way out here?” He wanted to ask why Miles had come here, to Miguel of all people, but didn’t want to make it seem like Miles was unwelcome or a burden. But seriously, why Miguel of all people? It was like running from a hunter straight into the jaws of the lion.
Miles bit his plush lower lip and gnawed at it for a long moment before sighing. “I couldn’t hide it from my parents anymore,” he said, sounding miserable.
“Your pregnancy,” Miguel infered.
“Yeah.”
“So instead of telling them you…came here?”
A miserable little nod, and Miguel groaned and rubbed at the bridge of his nose. “Fucking hell, kid. Did you even leave a note or anything?”
“No,” Miles whispered, sounding close to tears now.
“No mames,” Miguel muttered and scrubbed at his face. “So what you’re telling me is that your parents have reported you missing because you just disappeared out of the blue one day, and when you’re eventually tracked here they’re going to find you, a pregnant underage Omega, with me, an unmated adult Alpha. In my home.” A home Miguel definitely did not want cops poking around. He was careful, of fucking course he was, but that didn’t mean he wanted detectives sniffing around.
In twenty years he’d never once been caught. He wasn’t about to go to prison now, for something he hadn’t even done.
Miles looked stricken at the idea that anyone could think that Miguel had taken advantage of him. Like adult Alphas didn’t knock up underage Omegas all the time. “I didn’t consider…”
Sighing, Miguel leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. Of course Miles hadn’t considered the ramifications of his actions. He was a terrified teenager in a bad situation who was clearly lacking in support.
“It’s fine, Miles. But we’re calling your parents so they at least know where you are. I’m not going to let you keep scaring them.”
Looking even more miserable than before, Miles nodded. “Okay.”
“I’ll help you with it if you like,” Miguel said gruffly. It was hard to ignore the instincts rising in him. Alphas took care of Omegas. Especially pregnant Omegas. He wanted to bundle Miles up and shove him onto Miguel’s mattress until he was soft and pliant and comfortable enough to build his nest there.
Miguel shook those thoughts off. Underage, he reminded himself sternly.
“In the morning,” he decided. “Let’s just…relax for tonight, I guess. You look like you could use a soft bed and someone to listen to you.”
Predictably, Miles perked up at that. “I can stay?”
“Yeah, kid. I’ve got the room. You’ve gotta tell me how this happened though,” Miguel said, gesturing down to Miles’ belly. Thankfully Miguel’s clothes hid the curve of it, the tempting swell of his breasts. Christ, and he’d gotten onto a bus wearing that. At least the hoodie had helped.
Standing, Miguel pulled Miles gently to his feet and ushered him towards the living room. If they were going to talk they could do it in comfort on the couch. Allowing his instincts to rule him, just briefly, Miguel pushed Miles until he was laying down, then settled the kid’s legs onto his lap and grabbed his feet. They were chilled and he frowned, rubbing at them to warm the skin, pressing his thumbs firmly into the arch. Miles’ ankles were already starting to swell from the strain of his pregnancy.
Miles let out an indecent groan. “Oh my god, that feels amazing. You don’t-” there was a flush just barely visible under his dark skin, “you don’t have to do that, though.”
Miguel let out a low, Alpha rumble. “You’re an unmated, pregnant Omega in an Alpha’s home. You had to know I was going to dote on you. It’s just instinct.”
That seemed to reassure Miles and he settled back into the cushions with a sigh and a little grin. “Alright then. I didn’t come here for that, just so you know. I just didn’t know where else to go, and you were always so nice to me, before.”
“You were a cute kid,” Miguel replied, focusing on rubbing Miles’ feet, working some of the tension out of them. They must be aching after that walk here. “It was easy to be nice to you. I’m surprised you remember me, though.” Not.
Miles snorted at that. “It’s only be five years, old man. Of course I remember you; it’s not like I was that young.”
The words were said casually enough but they were a threat all the same. I remember you was just as loud as I remember what you did.
Yet, Miles’ scent was filling the room, mixing with Miguel’s, and he found himself relaxing because of it. Miles’ legs were a warm, heavy weight in his lap, and the kid was starting to smell content instead of anxious and upset. He was nearly purring with pleasure and his eyes kept fluttering closed.
Finally, Miguel had to ask, “So. Pregnant, huh?” in a desperate attempt to distract himself.
Miles laughed softly, though it sounded anything but happy. “Yeah, pregnant.” He opened his eyes, watching Miguel carefully. “Do I have to tell you?”
Clearly Miguel had tripped from one landmine right onto another. He thought he had an idea of what had happened, but he needed confirmation before he made any rash decisions.
“You don’t have to go into specifics,” he finally said. “But I need to know why you’re here, Miles.” Why did you come to me, of all people? I’m dangerous, you know that.
Miles closed his eyes again, but he was no longer relaxed. His entire body radiated tension and not even Miguel’s thumbs digging into the arch of his foot got him to loosen up.
“There’s this Alpha in the grade above me,” he started. “He seemed nice enough at first, interested but not pushy. But then one day he just…I don’t know, snapped? I think he got impatient waiting for me to put out. We weren’t even dating or anything but I didn’t hate the idea of sleeping with him, you know? I just needed to get comfortable with him first. But he didn’t want to wait and he cornered me one day after class and-” the flat words cut off and Miles gestured towards his stomach. “Well, I’m sure you can guess.”
A low, simmering rage had risen up within Miguel the longer Miles had spoken. He could taste it on his tongue, feel it rushing through his veins. It hadn’t been that long since he’d indulged himself, but the pure need struck him so hard he felt dizzy with it. There was no doubt in his mind; that Alpha would die. Maybe not tonight, or the night after, but soon. Miguel would get a name out of Miles and that would be the end.
Miles shifted next to him and Miguel forced himself back into the present. As if sensing Miguel’s dark thoughts, Miles’ next words were lighter, if not a bit self deprecating. “I’m only seven months along, but man I feel like popping already. Everything’s sore.”
Miguel took in a huge breath and let it out slowly, centering himself. Later. He could plan later. Right now, Miles needed his attention.
“Yeah, that’ll happen,” Miguel said. “Just wait till you’re mostly bed bound in month nine.” Then, before Miles could continue to deflect, “Why didn’t you just tell your parents? Jefferson would have-”
“Made a huge fucking deal out of it,” Miles spat, and the unexpected curse threw Miguel completely off guard. “I couldn’t deal with that, not after. I still can’t. Maybe that makes me weak but thinking about even seeing him again, much less recounting what happened, giving the cops the gory details, even testifying against him? No. Besides, I know the statistics. Omega victims don’t typically come out on top.”
And without parental approval, Miles wouldn’t have been able to access an abortion. Miguel had to wonder if Miles had been forced to try unsafe, alternate methods for ending the pregnancy but couldn’t bring himself to ask. Not when Miles looked so miserable and angry.
“Not wanting to relive trauma doesn’t make you weak,” Miguel said. “But Miles, why did you come here?”
Without a word, Miles pulled his legs away and sat up, tucking them underneath himself. When he made eye contact with Miguel it was a long, hard stare that was way more direct than Miguel was used to from the Omega. “Because you make me feel safe.”
Miguel’s eyebrows jumped up towards his hairline. “Safe,” he repeated, voice dripping incredulity. There was no fucking way, not after what Miles had seen.
But the Omega just nodded firmly. “Yes, safe.”
There was no good way to beat around the bush and still get the information Miguel wanted. “You walked in on me standing over a dead body. In what world could that possibly make you feel safe?” he asked, deadpan.
Miles flinched away from the words, his brave facade finally cracking. But he said, trying for levity, “To be fair, if I hadn’t been snooping where I wasn’t supposed to, I never would have seen that.”
Which was true enough. It wasn’t like there were a lot of great ways to get rid of a body in a city as crowded as NYC. Miguel had always been careful, would always be careful, but he’d slipped up that night. Forgotten that there’d been a curious kid sticking his nose where it shouldn’t be when he’d popped the trunk of that cruiser open. Lined of course, to keep the upholstery clean, and it wasn’t his personal vehicle anyways, just one that hadn’t been checked out that day from the department’s pool. He was only using it for transportation purposes, but had needed to stop by the office to grab something from his own car. It was a stupid to thing to do. He hadn’t wanted to, but one couldn’t exactly weigh down a body without something heavy to offset its natural buoyancy.
Miles had been there late with Jefferson that night, and when he’d seen Miguel pull into the building the precinct used for parking, he’d slipped his father’s leash to come say hello. Obviously Miguel had parked in the camera’s blind spot, but it was Miles who had truly gone unnoticed right up until his little face had popped up next to the open trunk. He’d been all smiles with Miguel’s name on his lips right up until he’d glanced inside and seen the man laying there. It was very clear he was dead. The wound to his head was…well, his skull wasn’t the shape it should have been.
All the blood had drained from Miles’ face so quickly he’d wobbled on his feet. Miguel had slammed the trunk closed fast enough it nearly caught both of their fingers. Then he’d crouched in front of the kid and tried to pull off the impossible. Considering Miles hadn’t run straight back to his father and nobody’s come after Miguel yet, he must have done okay.
But that hadn’t kept him from not leaving NYC for good, watching his ass the whole way out. He’d set up with another precinct up here if only because it’s so much easier to find victims when the worst of humanity is paraded before him on the regular. Miles was always a risk lurking in the back of his mind though, ready to come back and ruin his life when he least expected it.
This…hadn’t been how he’d expected it to happen though.
“That man,” Miles spoke again into the silence, “the one from that night. He was the one who’d killed his wife, right? Who got away with it? Dad was working his case and said his father was the DA. But he disappeared a week after the trial and nobody ever found him.”
“Right,” Miguel confirmed, the word slow and confused.
“So, you only uh…target bad guys, right?”
Miguel frowned and shifted his weight uncomfortably. “Does it really matter who I kill? I’m a serial killer, Miles. I murder people.”
“It does matter! I wouldn’t have come here if I thought you were out there killing like, babies and old ladies.” Miles shifted closer on the couch, gaze beseeching. “Daniel, the guy, he found out I was pregnant. He threatened to come after me and ‘get rid of it himself’ if I didn’t. So I came here.”
Oh. That made Miguel’s chest tight for some reason. The idea that Miles trusted him, even after everything. That he’d found himself in danger and turned to Miguel instead of his own parents.
“I’ll protect you,” Miguel managed and barely resisted the urge to drag Miles in by his nape and scent him. He also tucked the name Daniel away for later. That kid wasn’t going to make it to graduation if Miguel had anything to say about it.
Miles’ smile was blinding. “I knew you would.” Then, with a dramatic groan, Miles tilted his weight until he flopped unceremoniously against Miguel’s side. The sudden contact was a shock to Miguel’s system, those scents of sunshine and spice and milk engulfing him stronger than ever. He wanted to bury his face in Miles’ throat and breathe it in from the source, lick at his bonding gland until his scent was sweet and ripe-
“I’m going to die,” Miles announced somberly, which should have spiked Miguel’s concern considering what they’d just been discussing, but he was clearly being facetious. “I really am. If my tits get anymore sore than they already are I can’t be held responsible for my actions.”
Well that certainly redirected Miguel’s thoughts. Apparently even he was Alpha enough to be distracted by tits, even from contemplating murder, which was one of his favorite things.
“You’re a little early along for your milk to be coming in, but it’s possible,” he said.
Miles looked up from where his face was mashed into Miguel’s shoulder. “Really?”
“Yeah. Do you feel a tightness that goes up towards your shoulders? It’s probably soreness from the breast tissue stretching but if there’s any milk you can relieve some of that by pumping.”
Rubbing idly at his shoulder, Miles nodded. Then his face screwed up in confusion. “Pumping? Like, with a machine?”
“Yeah. I don’t have one, obviously, but tomorrow we can-”
With another dramatic groan, Miles flopped the other way this time until he was half laying on the couch. “That’s too long! I’m going to pop now.”
Miguel’s teeth clacked together loudly he closed his mouth so fast. Technically, there was another option. But no. Even suggesting it would be all kinds of wrong.
Then again…Miguel was a serial killer. Not like he hadn’t already crossed the event horizon of ethics all things considered.
He cleared his throat and said, trying to keep the gruffness from his voice, “Sorry, kid. But outside of actually nursing a baby that’s your only option.”
Miles seemed to consider that then wriggled around until his legs were once again in Miguel’s lap. “Does it have to be a baby?”
Miguel nearly choked on his own tongue. “What?”
“Like, can I just…nurse myself?” His nose scrunched up. “I don’t mean that how it sounds. Like, can I just-” Raising his hands, he pumped two fists in the air rhythmically. “You know, milk myself?”
“No, Miles, you cannot milk yourself. Mostly because you have breasts and not udders.”
Miles grumbled something under his breath that Miguel didn’t catch. His hands had come to rest against his chest, one palm cupping each breast. He probably wasn’t even aware he was doing it but his fingers were squeezing gently, like he was subconsciously trying to relieve the ache. All of Miguel’s Alpha instincts were screaming at him to do something. He had a pregnant Omega practically in his lap who was uncomfortable and in pain. It was practically written into his DNA that he was supposed to do something about that.
He was definitely going to blame DNA and instincts and every Alpha forefather he’d ever had for the words that came out of his mouth. “I might be able to help.”
Miles lifted his head, eyebrows jumping up his forehead. His dark eyes were alight with hope, and really that’s what sealed the deal for Miguel. “Yeah, big guy?”
“Sit up.”
Miles did so, leaving his legs in Miguel’s lap. With a hand on the small of Miles’ back, Miguel tugged him closer and then maneuvered them until Miles was sitting between Miguel’s spread thighs, both of them facing the dark TV. Miles looked very amused about the entire thing. “Um?” he said, raising an eyebrow and glancing up and over his shoulder. But he didn’t move away, his weight warm and comfortable between Miguel’s thighs. Even pregnant he wasn’t particularly heavy. Not to Miguel, at least.
“You comfortable taking this off?” Miguel asked, tugging gently at the hem of Miles’ shirt.
“I mean if you’re going to help me with my tits and all-” Miles said, still amused. The shirt was loose enough he was able to pull it up and over his belly with ease. And then he was half-naked, there in Miguel’s lap, and Miguel forgot how to breathe for a moment.
As a kid Miles had been lean and bony, all elbows and knees because he was shooting up in height too quickly for his body to fill in properly. Some of that weight had caught up now, filling in those gaps that were stretched too taut, and with the pregnancy on top of that, Miles looked plump and healthy.
His breasts had grown significantly, though any change would seem drastic when the last time Miguel had seen him he hadn’t had any at all. Now they were maybe a C or D cup, a decent handful for Miles himself but still rather small in Miguel’s much bigger hands. His dark nipples were hard, areola wide and stretched from such quick growth. The skin was crisscrossed in delicate white stretch marks, a direct contrast to the thicker, darker ones that were starting to appear along the top and bottom of his baby bump.
He was fucking gorgeous.
Miguel felt his mouth fill with saliva and he had to force himself to swallow it down, to clear his throat before he started growling and posturing. There was little he could do about his dick’s response, but he shifted a little and hoped the waistband where he’d tucked himself would be strong enough to keep his dick in place and Miles from feeling it when and if it got hard. At least he could keep his pheromones from going out of control; if he stunk up his own living room with lust from just one topless Omega he’d have to die of shame.
“This might feel a little odd,” Miguel warned. Then he grabbed Miles’ breasts, one in each hand, and tried to remember the tutorial he’d once read about how to express milk by hand. It wouldn’t be enough to completely alleviate Miles’ discomfort, but it would get the milk flowing so Miguel could-
“Holy shit your hands are big,” Miles muttered. He had his chin tucked down and was watching where Miguel was gently bouncing his breasts against his palms. The semi-liquid motion of plump dark skin was hypnotizing.
“I mean, I am an Alpha,” Miguel managed to say back. He set one breast down and focused his attention on the other, massaging in opposite directions between his palms. Miles’s skin was hot and soft and so so smooth except for where the stretch marks had created little fissures of texture.
“Even for an Alpha you’re fucking huge,” Miles argued back. “I look like I have B cups in your hands!” His voice had gone a little breathy and he shifted against Miguel's hold on him.
Miguel immediately paused. “Are you in pain?”
“No!” Miles gasped. “No uh, it just, feels weird. Not bad.”
“Okay, but tell me if it does start to hurt.” Picking up where he’d left off, Miguel continued his massage, working from the base in towards the nipple was a single-minded focus. It was half the captivation of getting to touch Miles at all, especially in such a sensitive a place, and half him forcing himself not to notice anything else. If he looked too hard at the rest of Miles’ body, or thought about how hard he himself was, he was bound to do something stupid.
Well, ever stupider anyways. Getting his hands all over a vulnerable teenage Omega when he had the kind of secrets that could get him locked up for the rest of his life was pretty fucking stupid.
Didn’t stop him though.
Miguel switched to the next breast and started the massage over, keeping his touch light but firm. The Omega in his lap was responding beautifully, growing quiet like he was trying to hide the way his breathing was getting shallow, and perfectly still to keep himself from squirming.
When Miguel reached the nipple he switched to using one hand for each breast again. He drew firm circles around Miles’ areola, pressing down around the nipple but never on the nipples themselves. They were high and tight and firm and just when Miguel thought he might be about to snap, Miles turned his head with a small sound. The press of his forehead into Miguel’s jaw was weirdly grounding. He took a deep breath in, savoring their combined scents, then forced his hands to drop.
“Alright, next step,” he said, voice coming out low and a little ragged. “Think you can swing around so you’re facing me?”
Miles pressed tighter against his jaw briefly. Then he nodded and gathered himself, twisting to put his hands on Miguel’s shoulders and rearrange their sprawled legs. He ended up straddling Miguel, knees tucked up against Miguel’s hips.
“Ready?” Miguel murmured, hands on Miles’ sides guiding him until he was kneeling instead of sitting, which put his chest at face level for Miguel. If it wasn’t clear what Miguel’s plan was before it had to be now. But Miles didn’t hesitate in the slightest. In fact he even sank his fingers into Miguel’s hair when he nodded.
Miguel kept eye contact when he leaned forward, mouth open. He could feel how tense Miles’ body was, see how the skin along his cheeks and throat had grown darker with a flush. Between them his baby bump pressed into Miguel’s chest as Miles tilted forward to meet him halfway.
At the first touch of warm skin to Miguel’s lips, his eyes fluttered closed. He gently pulled Miles’ nipple into his mouth, laving it briefly with his tongue before starting up a slow, steady sucking rhythm. It didn’t take long for the milk to come when Miguel had already warmed him up so thoroughly. Almost immediately Miles gave a soft moan and his scent bloomed hot and aroused, mixing with the creamy sweetness spreading on Miguel’s tongue. Like he’d been holding his own arousal back but the floodgates had burst and he was helpless against his own body.
Miguel gave an echoing groan, arms going around Miles’ waist to hold him tighter, to keep him close. His mouth worked steadily and what started as a slow trickle became a steady flow of milk. Fuck, he felt like he could knot from just this. Miles’ weight leaning against him, these soft little pleasure-pain noises spilling from his lips, and his hot, sweet taste in Miguel's mouth. He could smell that Miles was getting wet, the honey thick scent of his slick soaking through the pants he’d borrowed from Miguel and complimenting the scent of Miguel’s own musky arousal, the spill of salty pre-cum from his slit.
“Alpha,” Miles gasped on a particularly hard suck and Miguel had to unlatch with a low, hungry sound just so he could drag in enough air to keep from going lightheaded. When he looked up, Miles was already reaching for him, cupping Miguel’s face in his palms. His eyes were dark and heavy lidded, his lower lip bright and shiny where he’d been biting it.
Miguel started up at him and felt like nothing more than a parishioner at the feet of a saint. The low light made Miles’ dark skin even darker, warmer, made his expression of shocked bliss into something benevolent. Miguel wanted to feed from his mouth, wanted to turn him over on the couch and worship him properly, wanted to-
“The other one now?” Miles asked, tugging Miguel’s face gently and pressing his chest forward. Guiding his still full breast into Miguel’s mouth.
Only more than happy to, Miguel nosed at Miles’ breast and latched on with a groan of pleasure. There was no weight against his cock with the way they were sitting but that didn’t matter; just getting to nurse from Miles like this was more than enough for him. He could have this, only this, and get off on it for the rest of his life with no complaints at all.
The noises Miles was making told a different story for the Omega, however. He sounded soft and needy, wanting, like Miguel’s mouth was winding him tighter and tighter but would never be enough to tip him over the edge. And that just wouldn’t do. If Miguel was finally going to fall prey to his own base instincts then by god he was going to take care of his Omega properly.
Miguel loosened his hold around Miles’ waist and allowed himself to caress down along his spine to his ass. The soft pants on his hips only stayed up because Miles had pulled them partially up over his baby bump so a simple tug had them pooling around his knees in a matter of seconds. He gasped, fingers tightening in Miguel’s hair, but didn’t object. Didn’t say anything at all as Miguel indulged in heated, bare skin.
It felt luxurious, sumptuous even to just pet over Miles’ flanks and thighs and ass. To feel the shape of him, learn how his body had filled out and grown since the last time they’d seen each other. He was so plush. So addictively soft. And the core of him? When Miguel finally pressed the palm of his hand to Miles’ clit and ran soft fingers down the center of him, he was hot and wet and velveteen. His pubic hair was thick and curly but well trimmed -surprising, considering the size of his belly- and he made the most delightful mewling noises when Miguel caught some of it between his fingers and tugged gently.
“Please,” Miles whispered. His voice was a low purr of noise, that perfect Omegian register that never failed to pull on an Alpha’s strings. Miguel moaned and complied easily, not hesitating for even a second before finding Miles’ clit with his thumb and running slow, steady circles around it. Through trial and error and listening to Miles’ moans, feeling the tremble in his body and the jolting in his hips, Miguel learned fairly quickly the exact tempo and pressure the Omega liked best. And then it was just a race for the top. Pushing Miles further and further until he came on a soft cry, arms tight around Miguel’s head to trap him against Miles’ chest, encouraging him to continue nursing even as Miles twitched and shuddered and panted.
Only when Miles pulled away did Miguel finally unlatch. He felt dazed as he blinked his eyes open, even the dim light feeling bright after having them closed for so long. There was a faint ache in his jaw and his tongue was slow and lazy in his mouth, refusing to cooperate for a long moment. “Feel better?”
Miles blinked down at him, hands still on Miguel’s shoulders to help him keep his balance. Then he gave a small bark of laughter. “I forgot you were helping me feel less sore. Fuck, that was smooth. But yes, I feel amazing, no more pressure at all.”
Taking advantage of a vulnerable teenager definitely didn’t feel very smooth, but Miguel didn’t voice that. “Good. You’ll fill up again but if you express by hand pretty regularly it shouldn’t get that bad. Just massage yourself like I did and then keep putting pressure on the areola until your milk’s flowing.”
“Or,” Miles said, drawing the word out as he shifted his weight around to pull his pants off entirely. Then he rolled his bare hips forward until he was grinding up against Miguel’s trapped cock and Miguel’s hands tightened reflexively on the Omega’s hips, a bitten back groan rising in his throat. “Hear me out here, but you could keep helping me just like that. I like your mouth on me.”
“Miles,” Miguel gasped, trying to sound stern. Commanding. Instead he just sounded desperate.
“I’ll make it worth your while, Alpha. Promise,” Miles purred, rocking his hips steadily now.
Despite himself, Miguel’s head fell back against the couch and he growled his pleasure, teeth gritted around the noise. His cock was so hard it hurt, the waistband of his soft sleep pants doing very little to actually trap it against his belly now. The friction was dry and awful and wonderful all at once.
“You can’t stay here,” Miguel finally managed to grit out. “Your parents-”
“Will let me stay with an old family friend for a few weeks while I figure myself out,” Miles countered. “We can figure out what to do from there.”
There was no way Miles was proposing what Miguel thought he was. He was not going to bond to the only person in the world who could ruin his entire life.
But he was, apparently, going to fuck him. Because Miles had raised himself again and was freeing Miguel’s cock, attempting to angle it properly and sink down on it at the same time. With his baby bump in the way though the position was all wrong, he couldn’t bring their bodies close enough to make it work. So Miguel shifted downwards on the couch and grabbed his cock himself, holding Miles’ hip with the other and helping him lower himself onto it. They groaned in unison as slowly, so slowly, Miles slid down his length.
“There, see? Promised it’d be worth it,” Miles murmured.
The clenching warmth of Miles’ cunt had all of Miguel’s focus and then some. He was so sweet and tight, so wet. There was bound to be a wet spot on the fabric of Miguel’s pants by the end of this and Miguel vaguely had an idea of not washing them so he could huff the scent later, but was immediately distracted by Miles shifting his hips in little circles. With all that extra weight though, he was going to wear himself out too quickly trying to ride Miguel properly.
“Here,” Miguel said, pushing Miles’ hips up. “Kneel over me. Yeah, good boy, just like that.” His tone was vacant and hazy, a pleasure-drunk growl that vibrated up out of his chest.
Once Miles was in position, Miguel made sure the Omega had a good grip on him and that his own feet were planted firmly against the floor and then began fucking up into him. Slowly at first, testing to see exactly how deep he could get before the head of his cock brushed against Miles’ cervix and the Omega started to wince. He would be able to take all of Miguel by the time Miguel knotted, his body softening and making room, but an Omega’s body had to be warmed up first, primed.
Being careful of his depth, Miguel thrust harder, faster, setting up a quick rhythm that knocked hot little uh uh uhs out of Miles’ throat. He himself was growling steadily and was unable to stop it, barely even noticed he was doing it until Miles buried his face in Miguel’s throat and kissed the tender flesh there that vibrated with the sound.
Since he’d already come once, it took Miles longer to start moving towards another peak and Miguel fought all of his own instincts to make sure the Omega got there first. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself fully and let his knot inflate, to let Miles milk all the cum out of him, but he forced himself to keep his thrusts shallow and steady. With Miles bracing himself against the back of the couch, Miguel was able to let go of his hips and used that freedom to thumb a nipple and Miles’ clit again, skipping straight from gentle to fast flicking motions that mirrored how quickly he was fucking up into Miles. It pushed the Omega closer and closer to his orgasm until he finally came with a shout and a gush of fluid all over Miguel’s lap. He was trembling so hard Miguel had to grab him to keep him upright.
Miguel had every intention of pulling Miles off his cock to let the Omega recover for a moment, but Miles slammed his hips down before Miguel had a chance, taking his cock all the way to the base and triggering Miguel’s orgasm as well. He gasped, the sudden pleasure catching him off guard. It was all consuming, that rush of endorphins and the feeling of lightning up his spine, the hot ball of need and desire that unspooled within him. He didn’t even realize his knot was inflating until Miles let out a little whimper above him. His body clenched rhythmically around Miguel and all the air was pushed out of Miguel’s lungs at the sensation.
“Fuck, Miles,” he gasped, nearly clawing at the Omega’s hips, pushing him tight against his own lap to get as close as possible. As deep as possible.
Miles crooned to him, even as his body trembled and his pussy continued to flutter around Miguel’s cock. It was a soft Omegian noise of comfort, of encouragement, and it made Miguel’s eyes flutter shut as he tipped his head back against the couch and just let the pleasure overwhelm him.
His orgasm washed over him in lapping waves, cresting again and again as he continued to pump cum into Miles. It would continue until his knot finally went down but after a few minutes the pleasure lessened bit by bit -becoming less all consuming and more of a background buzz that echoed through his body- until he could think properly again.
When he blinked his eyes open, he found Miles gazing down at him, one hand petting gently at the soft hair on Miguel’s nape. From anyone else the move might have felt threatening but Miguel just rumbled with contentment.
“So is this why you actually came here?” Miguel said into the comfortable silence, giving a little roll of his hips that had both of their breaths hitching.
Miles bit his lower lip and averted his gaze, clearly embarrassed. “I mean, it’s not the only reason. I wasn’t lying when I said I feel safe with you. But…yeah, I was maybe kind of hoping.”
There were a lot of things Miguel could say to that. He could berate Miles for putting himself in an even more vulnerable position by trying to proposition a much older Alpha. He could point out that this was going to complicate Miles’ situation exponentially. Miguel’s too, for that matter. Or that Miguel would have protected Miles even without some kind of quid pro quo.
Instead Miguel just sighed. “You never do anything by halves do you, kid?”
“Little weird for you to be calling me that right now, all things considered.”
“You should have thought of that before you sat on my cock,” Miguel threw right back. “Don’t be a brat.”
Miles’ jaw dropped open in offense. “What’s bratty about saying I want you to think of me as an equal and not a child!?”
It took effort not to roll his eyes but Miguel managed it somehow. Barely. “All bratty kids want to be seen as adults.”
“Oh my god, you’re the worst.”
“And you should have thought of that before you made me knot you.”
That earned him a laugh and a rueful smile. “I kind of forgot how much of an ass you are. Unfortunately for me, I like it.”
It was on the tip of Miguel’s tongue to say that clearly fortune was favoring him in this instance but he bit it back at the last second. They really did need to talk about what they were going to do about this situation. Clearly Miles wanted something a little more permanent out of Miguel than a quick fuck and some nursing, and Miguel felt obligated to take care of the asshole who’d driven Miles here in the first place. And then there was the parents situation and the law and the needing to make sure he’d covered his ass properly with all of his most recent kills. Which, he had. He’d learned to get this shit down to a science over the years, but he couldn’t help his anxiety.
Miles settled his head on Miguel’s shoulder and nestled in as close as his baby bump would allow. His back was probably starting to cramp so Miguel rubbed loose circles into his hips to try and help. Despite himself a little thrill went through him at the thought of laying Miles out in his bed after this and rubbing his back and legs and feet for him until he was all soft and purring and ready to sleep. A happy, satiated, pregnant Omega right in Miguel’s bed where he was supposed to be.
“Are you mad that I came?” Miles’ voice broke through Miguel’s daydreaming, low and a little nervous.
“Mad?” Miguel repeated, and smoothed a hand down Miles’ spine. “No, I’m not mad. You’ve definitely opened a can of worms coming here. Several, even. And we’re going to have to do some major brainstorming to get our story straight. But I could never be upset with you for coming to me when you needed help.”
A single finger followed the line of Miguel’s collarbone, idly tracing it. “Even though I wanted to seduce you?”
Miguel snorted. “I don’t know if you noticed Miles, but I’m currently knotting you. If I didn’t want you too, we wouldn’t be here right now. I had to fight the urge to bundle you up and put you in my bed basically the moment you stepped inside.”
“Oh. Okay, good.” Snuggling closer, Miles let his body go lax and his breathing slow out into something restful. Not asleep, but luxuriating in being held and protected.
When Miguel’s knot finally went down he shifted his hips up, keeping himself inside Miles and patted the Omega on the hip. “Hey, bear down as I pull out. I’d prefer not to stain the couch with cum if we can manage it.”
Miles gave a little nod of ascent and together they managed to get Miles up into Miguel’s arms as Miguel strode towards the bedroom with minimal leakage.
There was something very calming, almost meditative, to tending to Miles after sex. Cleaning him up, dressing him, getting him tucked into bed where he curled up on his side around his belly. He reached a hand out towards Miguel before Miguel could even move off the bed. “You’re gonna stay with me, right?”
“Yeah, cariño. I just need to lock up and turn off the lights. I’ll be right back.” Kissing the back of Miles’ hand, Miguel set it down on the mattress and slipped away. He did as he said he would and took an extra minute to examine the couch and double check its cleanliness. His idea for a plan so far would hinge on making sure there was no evidence of what he and Miles had been up to.
Thank fuck Miles hadn’t asked him to bite him. Miguel probably wouldn’t have been able to resist. Seeing that pretty throat marked by his teeth…A shudder went through him and he had to forcibly push the thought aside.
When he came back to the bedroom, Miles had stolen a pillow to hug to his chest but he still murmured happily and shifted back towards Miguel when the Alpha crawled in next to him. Miguel didn’t hesitate to curve around Miles’ body, to sling an arm over him and rub little circles into his belly. “Are you sore at all? Do you need a back rub?”
Miles huffed a sleepy laugh. “You trying to get in my pants again? No, you already got rid of most of my soreness. Although I wouldn’t say no if you wanted to rub my feet again tomorrow.”
“Hmm, maybe,” Miguel murmured, nuzzling in behind Miles’ ear. Breathing in the content, milk and honey scent of him. There was no doubt in Miguel’s mind he’d be rubbing Miles’ feet for him first thing in the morning, and maybe everyday Miles stayed with him too.
When Miguel was on the edge of sleep and he assumed Miles had already drifted off, the Omega shifted slightly in his arms.
“Miguel?” he asked, so soft Miguel almost wasn’t sure he’d heard it.
“Mmm?”
“This is all gonna be okay, right? Like, we’ll make it work? Me and you and…everything.”
Miguel let out a long breath and tugged Miles closer against his body. Until he couldn’t tell where one of them ended and the other began. “Yeah, cariño. We’re going to make it all work.” He kissed the spot behind Miles’ ear he’d been nuzzling, and the Omega sighed softly and went pliant once more.