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“Zee, I’m not gonna think of Carl during your rut, Jesus Christ.”
“No, not just now. I don’t want you to think of him,ever.” He lowered himself so their lips were brushing, his words a hot, dark cloud over Ishir. “I’d reach inside you and rip every single memory of him out if I could.”
Ishir shuddered. “So make me forget him.” He swallowed up the millimetres between them, slotting their mouths together.
Zee took control of the kiss at once. He plunged inside Ishir, crushing him to the couch, eating him alive. He nipped at his lips, his jaw, his throat, leaving Ishir’s mouth puffy and sore from all that want.
“Let’s go,” Zee said suddenly, pulling at Ishir and guiding him to his room.
Zee pushed him onto the bed, following a second later, but he froze once he was there.
Ishir sat up, stomach clenching. Was this it? Was this the moment Zee realised this wasn’t what he wanted?
Zee got off the bed. “Something’s wrong.”
Ishir was going to be sick. He made to stand up too, but Zee stopped him. “What are you doing?”
“I…” There was a lump in his throat.
Zee frowned. “Lie down.”
Ishir lay down, confused.
“Don’t move.”
Zee disappeared. Ishir tried not to let the sudden solitude get to him. He strained his ears, trying to figure out what Zee was doing.
He wasn’t going to leave the apartment…was he?
Zee stumbled through the doorway, arms laden with sheets and pillows. He threw them onto the bed, left again, returned with more stuff—clothes, it seemed, a blanket, a towel. The next time he had water and snacks, which were placed on the bedside table.
Ishir didn’t say anything. He starfished in the middle of the mattress and let Zee build a nest around him.
It wasn’t usual for Alphas to do that during ruts—Carl hadn’t, at least—but maybe that was because most Alphas were straight, and Omegas picked up the slack. It felt nice, to be surrounded by their things, cradled by soft walls that smelt like them.
Zee eventually stopped fussing, looking over his creation. “Is that good?” he asked, anxiety lacing his voice.
“It’s perfect,” Ishir said. He felt as if his lungs were too full, as if they would burst and let out every warm thing consuming him.
Zee’s expression was gentle, grateful. He crawled over the blankets and pillows until he was straddling Ishir. “You should stay here,” he whispered.
“I will.”
“Forever?”
Ishir’s heart ached. “Yeah. Forever.”
They kissed slow and sweet. Ishir trailed his hands across Zee’s back, breaking the kiss long enough to remove Zee’s shirt and then pulling him in again.
All the worry living inside Ishir the past week melted away. There was no space for it here, in this place made for them.
Ishir eventually ended up on his belly, ass up, Zee eating him out like he was starving for him. Ishir was taking stabilisers, and he’d never rutted outside of summer since he’d presented, but it felt like falling into one.
He was so turned-on it was like a force bigger than himself.
It was easy to open him up after that, his whole body loose. He just moaned into the side of the nest, filling his nose withthem, body swaying with the movement of Zee’s fingers.
“I have to…Zammy, I have to…” Zee sounded half-gone already.
