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don't pretend, don't pretend

[ After changing into afternoon clothes laid out for him, Noiz gets into the car and sits quietly in the backseat. His father is with him, but they don't exchange anything beyond a glance or two until they're arriving at the lake.

Already the maids have begun setting up an afternoon tea service on the patio. Noiz's father opens the back car door and leads him out. The hand on his wrist is tight and he sits down hard on one of the chairs. ]

You understand how important this is, don't you? [ His father is standing behind him as he smooths a hand over his hair. ] Wilhelm.

[ Noiz nods. As little as he likes the sound of his given name, he tries to focus on sitting naturally, acting natural, when the situation is anything but. Of the alphas he's met before, most were closely related to him. And this will be the first time he's ever been alone with one. —well. Relatively alone, since the house employees will be nearby. But if they sense any kind of intimate activity, Noiz has no doubt they'll find themselves busy in other areas of the estate.

But he can do this. He can be what his father wants. The pressure of his family, society, and most importantly, the success of his younger brother, weighs on him. His stomach is already in knots. The whole morning and even the day before he'd felt uneasy and too warm, as if coming down with a fever. At least he doesn't have much time to dwell on it when he hears another car coming down the road to park in the lot. His father claps him firmly on the shoulder as he straightens and walks away to greet the newcomers.

When he hears footsteps coming up the porch steps, Noiz raises his eyes slightly. He hardly moves otherwise. ]

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[ Even though Steve says it's not his fault, it doesn't stop Noiz from looking concerned. If his rut is early, that's a good thing. It means they could start the process now.

And yet, again, Steve is trying to leave. Noiz gets to his feet as Steve does, and as they both move he's drawn towards the alpha both physically and internally. His scent is rich with earth and some kind of woodsy warmth, a smokiness that's so different from the stolid heaviness of the other alphas he's met that he breathes in sharply. ]

Okay.

[ Noiz positions himself between Steve and the door to the lake house. For a moment he hesitates, wanting to lean towards the alpha but uncertain after all they've discussed. ]

Are you going to leave after you tell them?

[Steve makes a sound in the back of his throat when Noiz blocks his path, one of frustration. He knows his own scent is going to start changing, arousal lacing through in a way that he can't mask or hide here at the lakeside. Without scent blockers he won't be able to do anything for it. To an omega, it could sway them to want him when they don't and other alphas will become agitated. He doesn't want that embarrassment.

He places his hands on his hips, sighs softly before looking at Noiz.]

I don't know, Wilhelm.

[While there's undoubtedly everything he needs to make it through his rut, alone or with company, in the house, he doesn't want to put Noiz in that position.]

If I stay, I don't know that I can keep myself away. [He rolls a shoulder, leaning in slightly.] I'm more than my urges.

[Which is the Steve Rogers way of saying that yes, he wanted Noiz and no, he didn't want to leave, but he wanted there to be desire between them that wasn't based on their designations.]

Don't you understand where the problem is?

[ Noiz wavers on the porch, though he keeps his gaze on Steve now. He understands... enough. Enough to know that he won't get anywhere by only listening to his father. ]

I get it. [ Steve doesn't want things to happen just because other people have made plans for them. Noiz can admit to himself that he doesn't, either. It's still confusing even if it's progress. ]

But you should stay if you want us to get to know each other. We can talk. Without our parents around.

[ Controlling themselves is possible, Noiz thinks. He's an adult. Steve's an adult. Even if he can feel a prickle of warmth in his stomach, it'll be fine.

He reaches back and closes his hand on the doorknob without turning it just yet. The way he's talking to the alpha is already far from the behavior his father expects of him, but the way Steve sends need (physical and emotional both) rushing through his body makes Noiz stand up straight and look at Steve when he speaks to him. ]

Stay here.

[Steve nods, placing his hands on his hips. If Noiz wanted to handle the a, he'd let him. They were equals and he'd do everything he could to convince the omega of that.]

I'll stay if it's just you here.

[His mother would stick around while Steve was in a rut and there couldn't be any other alphas, related or not, while he was. He was more aggressive when the scent of a possible threat hit him.]

Okay. [He offers a small, hopeful smile. The omega's reactions tell him a lot.] Not too long, alright?

[They needed to discuss things quickly so Steve could find a quiet place to set himself up. If somehow Noiz went into his heat while Steve was in his rut, they could spend it together, but only if they'd chosen to before hormones played a major part.

As he waits for Noiz to come back, he pulls out his phone and messages his mother. He admits to the first stages of rut and to accepting the proposal but that he wants her to leave him here with Noiz so they can get to know one another better.]

[ Okay. Good. Steve isn't going to leave. Noiz nods at him and turns the doorknob, finally opening the door. After he steps through he shuts it behind him.

(It'll be just them at the house if their parents leave. All of their employees are betas or undesignated, and because of that they hardly register in Noiz's mind as a pulse of heat travels up his spine so harsh that he shivers.)

Noiz walks to the kitchen. His father and Steve's mother are having a quiet chat over coffee, and they both fall silent when he enters the room, an experience so unfamiliar that he immediately draws back. His father smiles at him and gestures for him to approach. ] What is it, Wilhelm?

[ Noiz can see Steve's mother glance at her phone. He starts to speak anyway. ]

Steve says he wants to stay here with just me.

[ Immediately he sees his father's eyes light up. This is a good sign for him and his possible bond with Steve. It's what they all want to hear. So when his father gets up and pats him on the back it isn't a surprise, but the affection is still strange, as is the approval in his father's voice as he murmurs to him on their way back to the porch. Steve's mother goes with them. ]

[Steve inhales deeply when Noiz leaves, shutting the door behind him and cutting off the omega's scent. It allows him the space to breathe and he's quick to realize that he doesn't regret any of his choices. He wants to get to know Noiz, spend time with him and see if they're as compatible as his alpha senses are telling him that they will be.

His mother responds with all the enthusiasm he'd known she would, messaging back to say that her and the others are on their way back out.

The next thirty minutes go more smoothly than he'd anticipated they would. Noiz's father sits Steve down alone and makes quick work of expectations and rules, while his mother does the same with Noiz. Everything he might need is in the house and if it's not, the staff will retrieve it for him. He can stay as long as he likes, through his rut and longer, it's no trouble. Then the heavier guidelines. The omega is allowed to leave, but he won't, obviously, or at least it's implied. All the rules are traditional - roughness is expected but don't permanently hurt him. They aren't bonded yet and Steve doesn't get to make those sort of choices. It leaves Steve overwhelmed and a little sick, but then it's done and he's ushered inside. Left to wait for Noiz in the hallway while their parents head back to their cars to leave.

The door opens and Steve turns around, frustrated and impatient. Which is his rut and the situations fault, not Noiz's, so he tries to remain calm.]

Are we alone now, Wilhelm?

[He turns around, arms folded over his chest.]

How about a quick tour?

[ Being alone with another alpha lets Noiz at least reorient himself. Steve's mother is strong, with a distinctive presence, but he realizes quickly that being with Steve is very different. Not to mention the scent of his rut had washed over Noiz so thoroughly that he's just becoming clear-headed again as their parents leave.

He's never felt like this before. The powerful ache of heat is familiar, but not in its current scope. He feels so distracted that he barely remembers to say goodbye to their parents properly before he returns to the entry hall.

They are essentially alone; the servants won't bother them. Noiz is so caught up in looking at Steve (and taking in his scent anew) that it takes him a second to reply. ]

—sure. [ Shit. Embarrassing. Noiz looks away and gestures at the hall. He does remember the house well, and the more fun times he's had in it. ]

The dining room and sitting room are that way. And the living room is on the other side of the house. There's a back porch there too.

[ Noiz is starting for the stairs instead of actually taking Steve to the rooms he described, because upstairs, he knows, is the bedroom he usually stays in.

And Steve probably wants to settle into the guest room. Or something. Probably. ]

[It was an efficient enough tour. He could make do with what he was being told and that was all that mattered. His own focus was hardly on the layout of the house and as Noiz starts up the stairs, Steve follows him.]

It's a nice house.

[Beautiful, set on the edge of a lake and private. Anyone could appreciate it but Steve didn't right then. All he could do was appreciate the lean line of Noiz's hips, the color of his hair, the soft scent that got stronger each minute they were together. He was starting to understand the appeal of being around an omega, while it was such a strong reaction alphas had to them.

They're in front of a door, Noiz's room maybe?]

This is far enough. [He needed to go. Steve stops right behind him, too close and when did he get so close.] Which way is..

[His room? Steve finds himself leaning in, picking up on that scent and unable to concentrate on anything else. He lifts a hand and slowly runs his fingertips down the side of Noiz's throat, eyes flitting up and revealing blown pupils.]

We can go to the lake later. [ Noiz makes the suggestion softly. As they keep moving he's relaxing more, learning that Steve really wants to talk to him and hear what he has to say. It's nice.

As they come to a stop in front of the guest room Noiz takes a half step towards Steve, wanting to speak to him and not noticing until he's moved that Steve has come closer as well. They haven't been in such proximity yet. He's so warm. He's right there, and his hand is—touching his skin. ]

You're staying in this... room. [ He draws in a slow breath. Ah, he smells like the forest. Smoke. Warm and sweet.

Noiz is staring into his eyes and completely forgetting any other things he should tell Steve about the guest room. Instead he's leaning into his hand, tilting his head back to expose more of his throat. ]

[Steve shouldn't be touching Noiz at all. Not without having talked about their heat and ruts first. A slow growl builds as the omega exposes his throat and he wants, in that moment, to claim Noiz and make him his. He could. He's offering himself up, not fighting, wanting this if only because of their hormones.]

This room?

[Which is the last thing he's paying any attention to right now.]

Where's yours?

[He is curious but the words are mumbled and low, speaking just to do it. Steve's fingers drag and curl around his throat below Noiz's jaw. He applies pressure and uses it to tip the omega's head back, leans in and slowly backs him up against the door. A voice in the back of his head tells him to stop. To ask permission.] I want to kiss you.

[Steve leans in, his other hand sliding up to cup the other side of Noiz's face. His thumb presses to his chin, pushing down and parting the omega's lips slowly.]

It's... on the other side.

[ Noiz begins to raise an arm to gesture, but stops halfway. He can't think enough to complete the motion when Steve is holding him by the throat and so near. His heart beats faster, so quick in his chest that Noiz is almost afraid to feel it.

Any fear disappears in the face of the alpha pressing him against the door. Noiz shivers hard. He falls back against the wood, briefly grateful for a firm surface to brace himself on when he can't seem to think through the haze of lust and infatuation. ]

Okay.

[ His mouth moves before his brain does. Lips brushing Steve's skin, Noiz blinks slowly and looks up at him before letting his eyes fall shut and his body relax.

He wants Steve to touch him so much more. For now, he'll settle for a kiss. ]

[The other side. He almost looks behind him but he can't seem to turn away from Noiz. The bedroom could be on the moon for all Steve cared about it right then. He can feel the rough beat of Noiz's heart under his fingers, skin flushed and sweat beading as his heat slowly arrives.

Okay. It wasn't the firmest approval. It wasn't a resounding yes. But it was permission to do it. To take what he wanted and Steve couldn't bring himself to hold back any longer.

He pushes Noiz's head back, uses the pressure of his thumb to keep the omega's lower lip down and his mouth open slightly. Steve's eyes flick up and then he presses in, slotting their mouths together with a needy groan. Two things happen at the same time, right at they kiss - Steve's hormones shoot through the roof, his scent markers mixing with Noiz's into something that tells his alpha brain that everything is right, perfect, compatible and his body lights up, arousal zipping through him.

His breath catches, his tongue slips into Noiz's mouth, his hips cant forward and knock against the omega's. Steve licks into Noiz's mouth as if it's the last thing he'll ever do, a hand slipping down to cup a lean thigh and drag it up his own, hooking them together.]

Wilhelm.

[He breathes the omega's name out against their lips, barely speaking, only enough to say it and find some grounding. Then he's kissed Noiz again, nipping his lower lip and massaging his thigh, going lower to cup his ass and pull his hips close.]

[ Noiz draws in a quick, shallow breath at the push of Steve's fingers. The grip of his hand on his neck and his thumb against his mouth is so intimate in a way he's never felt before, nor even dreamed of. He's been taught that the relationship between an alpha and omega is beyond anything he can imagine on his own and indeed beyond anything he should try to imagine, as an omega.

But right now, as blood rushes deafeningly through his ears, Noiz thinks hazily that he probably couldn't have conjured up sensations like this even with his best efforts.

No one's ever kissed him like this before. No one has touched him like this before. Noiz leans back against the door, eyes still half-open in fixated attention as the solid heat of Steve's body presses to his front and between his legs.

Noiz mouths Steve's name against his lips and grasps for his shoulders. He digs his fingers in, holding on tight, riding a rush of arousal so strong and strange that he barely has the cognizance to realize that this is his heat, early and responding to the alpha's rut. With his thighs on either side of Steve's leg, Noiz struggles to hold still. Already he's clawing at his arms and making soft little sounds into the kiss, working his hips in as close as he can. His body is burning. He needs this, and now knowing that these feelings exist, he can no longer imagine living without them. ]

[Steve's struck with the desire to strip Noiz's clothes off, spread him out and kiss every inch of the omega until he comes from that alone. He's curious if the other can manage that. If Steve could use his tongue, lips, and fingers in such a way to inspire the omega to orgasm without touching his cock.

His hips push forward and then he feels it. Something hard and defined where Noiz's dick should be, is, and he grinds a little harder against it. He can't picture what it might be but he wants to find out. The distraction is enough to allow blood flow back to his head, sense spilling in, and as Noiz whines against his mouth, Steve's breath catches in his throat. His cock is hard, his body aching, all he can smell and feel is the omega he has pinned to the wall and - ]

What am I doing? [The words come out in a rush and he jerks back, hands gripping Noiz's shoulders to keep him steady, to keep him from getting closer again.] What did I do?

[Sure, he'd asked, but he could tell by Noiz's scent alone that his body was being flushed with hormones right now.]

You don't want this. You're heat is starting.

[Steve has to get away. Needs to. He made a mistake by letting them be alone together so soon.]

[ Noiz is almost riding his thigh by the time Steve stops. He's shorter than him by a few inches and overwhelmed, too, clinging to the alpha in desperation. He wants to rut against him, feel his arousal against his skin. His focus, though, is on feeling Steve inside of him. He feels little from grinding their hips together, because the hard bulge Steve is feeling between Noiz's legs is a cage around his member.

So stimulation there doesn't matter. All Noiz is thinking about is soothing the arousal in his gut with a heat that is even stronger by letting Steve take him. The desire makes his chest tight and his breath short. When Steve lets go, Noiz gasps hard as if resurfacing from deep water.

He wants more. Noiz stares at him with wide eyes, more confused by the pause than thinking coherently about the fact that they really should think more before they continue. What was he doing? It doesn't matter. ] Don't stop.

[ Noiz doesn't really know what Steve was doing, just that he doesn't want it to end. Even though he knows that his heat is affecting him. Despite Steve's hands on his shoulders, making distance, Noiz tries to reach for him again. ]

I do want this. Steve.

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[Steve tightens his grip on Noiz's shoulders, not allowing him to pull Steve in again.]

Stop. You don't know what you want right now.

[His voice is low and harsh, too mean for the situation, for any situation. Steve doesn't know why he's suddenly so angry at first but the answer hits him quickly. He wants Noiz to want him. Not because he's an alpha or the only alpha around, but because he wants him. He can't bring himself to believe that the omega's feelings of attraction are genuine and maybe that's a problem he'll need to come to terms with on his own, but not now.]

You're going into your heat. Any alpha would do.

[He untangles their limbs and steps back.]

I'm going into my room. Don't follow me.

[Which was right there, a few steps away, but it felt like a mile. Steve's hands are fisted at his sides and he needs Noiz to get out of the way.]

Please.

[ The tone those words are delivered in hurts, more than the words themselves. Noiz is fully aware of his lack of knowledge on most affairs. All he's been allowed to learn is related to his status as an omega and that makes him think, if an alpha in a rut is rejecting him, then there must be something wrong with him.

Just because he's going into his heat doesn't mean he'd do this with any alpha. Noiz wants to protest. But the way Steve is looking at him— ]

I don't... [ Noiz licks his lips. He wishes he could touch Steve with them again. Slowly, though, he starts to steps aside from the door to the guest room, eyes fixed on Steve all the while. ]

I do want you.

[ He fists his hands at his sides instead of reaching for Steve. It feels awful. Like all the times he had to perform something for his father's friends or business associates and he wasn't ready and his stomach was in horrible, terrible knots.

Noiz takes another step from the door. He can still think, and clearly enough now that he isn't touching Steve and the strength of his heat has subsided somewhat. It's still only in its beginning stages. With an effort Noiz pushes it down and moves a few steps backwards down the hall towards his room. ]

...I'll be in my room.

[Steve shakes his head again, he couldn't know that it was true. He could smell Noiz's scent, all the markers that he was going into his heat were there. He'd been drawn to the omega before his scent had hit him but it was too new to know if the desire he felt now was genuine or not. He assumed it had to be the same for Noiz.]

You can't know that. Not now.

[He tenses at the sudden change in Noiz's scent. The emotion that he can feel through it that he's certain the omega doesn't want him to know about. As if he were being rejected but it's more complicated than that. He can't move as the blond moves past him and cross the hall to go into his room. Steve stands there, alone, overthinking everything and wishing he'd done that all differently. Every good step they'd made out at that table, every compromise and agreement, it meant nothing if Steve couldn't trust Noiz to know his own mind.

Quietly shutting the door to his room behind him, Steve takes the next three hours thinking about that. He showers and thinks about it. Changes into comfortable clothes and thinks about it. Ignores his impending heat and thinks about it. He works up the courage and asks one of the betas for Noiz's phone number, sends him a message apologizing.]

I told you I wanted you to think for yourself and to communicate with me and I wasn't listening to you back there. The problem isn't that I don't want you or that I don't want this, but that I need two things that I couldn't convince myself of. One, that you truly want me and that it had nothing to do with our hormones. Second, that you were making a decision that you wouldn't regret later.

That's why I needed to go. I'm sorry for how I behaved.

[More sorry now that time had gone by and his head had cleared, allowing him to see how stupid he'd been.]

I want you more than I've ever wanted anyone. That's coming from me, not my biology.

[ Being abruptly separated from Steve makes him feel cold. Noiz shuts his door and tosses himself onto his bed, immediately wrapping his arms around one of his comforters and slinging a leg over it, holding on and burying his face in the softness and scent of fresh linen.

What did he do wrong? Everything he said was true. He wants Steve, wants him so badly that he can almost forget everything else. Now that he doesn't have the alpha so close, he can stave off his heat for a while longer and rewind their interaction in his mind.

It's almost too easy to fall back into the memory of how good just kissing him felt. The thought of having Steve's hands on him has Noiz hugging the blanket closer to himself, a fresh surge of heat washing through his groin. But immediately afterward, he recalls how Steve pushed him away.

Why? Noiz clutches at the soft blanket, willing himself not to be so upset. In an attempt to distract himself, he picks up one of his books. He can't go back over and talk to Steve again after being pushed away like that. It's easier to escape into technical text he has to concentrate completely on to understand.

And it does work, at least for a few hours. But eventually Noiz can't read the words for the tears welling up in his eyes, which just make him more frustrated and annoyed with himself. He's curled up in a blanket again when his phone goes off. Hoping it isn't his father, Noiz picks it up. Why would he be getting a text from an unknown number? ]

What do I have to do to convince you?

[ Noiz sends the message back before he thinks it through. He shouldn't be so short with an alpha. Though Steve said... to communicate with him. With a last deep sniffle he sits up to respond more fully. ]

I want you because of who you are. Not because I'm in heat and not thinking straight. And I won't regret it.
I want you and I want you to listen to me like you said you would.

But you don't know me enough for that.

[Steve stops at the last message, frowning down at his phone. That wasn't true. They had just met but Steve knew he wanted Noiz and it wasn't because of his designation or Steve's rut. He was attracted to the man, everything else only enhanced that.]

I shouldn't have done that. I promised to listen and I've broken that. Allow me to make it up to you.

[Standing up, he walks to his door, stops and goes back to his bed. He paces a few more times before flicking his light off and slipping out into the hallway, he knows at Noiz's door but grips the handle tightly.]

Wilhelm, it's Steve. Look, if you say you want me, I believe you. If you want to spend our cycles together, I'll let go of the doorknob and come in. But tell me how you feel now and I'll listen.

[His grip slackens, forehead pressed to the warm wood.]

[ Rolled onto his side, Noiz reads the messages as they arrive. He can't stop his eyes from watering. It's embarrassing—he hates crying, even though omegas tend to be more sensitive—and he doesn't want to be embarrassed any more than he was when Steve rejected him.

But... Steve says he's ready to listen to him. Noiz takes a deep breath and starts to write a reply, getting halfway through it when he hears a voice at his door.

After a moment of hesitation he extracts himself from the covers and gets to his feet, taking the few steps over hardwood floor to stand on the other side. Just a few inches away is an alpha. Steve. The first one he's ever been compatible with, the first alpha he's ever been alone with, and the first person he's ever felt so attracted to.

He wants Steve to be the last alpha he has to meet like this, too. Slowly, he opens his door. ]

I want you. [ He blurts it out, almost, voice choked from a few hours of not speaking and the tears caught in his throat. With a huff, frustrated at his own weakness, Noiz steps forward and grasps one of Steve's wrists. Immediately the warmth of his skin and body suffuses through Noiz, soothing the tight ache in his chest. ]

Even if I don't have as much experience as you do, I know what I want. So I'm ready. Okay?

[As the door opens, Steve's prepared for the mess Noiz's scent makes of his good senses and physical reactions. He inhales sharply, eyes narrowing and he exhales, it's shaky and full of nerves energy. There's never been anyone, in all his thirty-two years who has caused him to feel the way that he does right now.

He's navigating foreign territory and he has to do better than he had a few hours ago.]

Okay. [Steve gently pulls Noiz in by the grip he has on Steve's wrist.] I believe you.

[Maneuvering so that Noiz is lightly pressed to the doorjamb, Steve cups his face in both hands and dips down to kiss the apples of both cheeks. He can taste the salt of the tears he's caused and he's never regretted his own stupidity more. His thumbs trace over Noiz's jaw, taking his time with each kiss. Placing his lips carefully as if he has all the time in the world and in this moment, it feels that way.

Knowing that asking a million times if Noiz is sure, only so that he can be more confident in this, won't work. He has to trust the omega not to lead him astray and that knowledge is what has his hands sliding down Noiz's arms, his sides, and around his back to lift and press him into Steve's chest. With a low growl, he slides his hands lower and grips below his ass, lifting him up.]

[ Noiz lets Steve rearrange them, hardly bothered by the metal pressing into his back. When he's looking Steve in the eye and feeling the touch of his hands all he has to focus on is his warmth and presence. He was tired from crying, but the gentle press of Steve's lips eases the ache of his heart, and the rush of heat spurs him on.

He wraps his arms around Steve's neck. Acting quickly enough to cling onto him, Noiz buries his face in his shoulder as Steve lifts him completely off the ground. He reacts with a small sharp inhale, almost shocked by his strength. ]

Steve... [ Breathing shakily, Noiz nuzzles under Steve's ear, inhaling his scent. It calms him even more, letting him relax aside from his legs which he keeps wrapped around Steve's waist. He's so close to his alpha now. Noiz grinds tentatively against his midsection, kissing at his throat with a soft moan. ]

[Steve wants to hear his name said that way every day for the rest of his life. It's sweet, a sign of Noiz's arousal and that he really wants this. He can read body language, he's always been good at that, and there's no tells that Noiz is faking this for some secret plan or because he thinks he has to. He'd meant what he said before, they could make this work with or without a sexual relationship.

But, now that Noiz's legs are around his waist and lips pressed to his throat, hips grinding forward, he's glad that they're going to see if this can work.

He kicks the door shut behind them, turning to press Noiz's back to it so he can click the lock closed that way nobody interrupts them. Steve rocks his hips forward, pulling Noiz up so his cock rubs against his stomach. His brows furrow and he steps back, taking them towards Noiz's bed.]

What is that, Wilhelm?

[He lowers him gently to the bed, straddling Noiz's lean hips and running a hand down his side towards his groin.]

[ With his heels hooked around Steve's back and held close in his arms, Noiz can feel the rise of his chest when he breathes, even the steady drum of Steve's heartbeat against his sternum. It's all warmth and firm pressure, physical affection that is so alien and yet something he desires instinctively.

He shifts his hips again. In his current position, the hard material of the sheath around his cock presses into Steve's stomach and back against his groin as well. The discomfort is mild, though, nothing Noiz can't ignore in the face of trying to get as close to Steve as humanly possible.

Therefore being set down causes such a loss that Noiz makes a sound that's almost a whine. The moment Steve puts his hand on him again, his body visibly relaxes. As his hips twitch he tries to spread his legs. ]

What..? [ He's getting wet; he can feel himself slicking. But even with his heat becoming ever stronger, he's capable of thinking and registering what Steve is actually asking about. For a moment his brows knit, because what could it be other than his cage? He manages to extract one leg from under Steve and moves it to the other side of his thigh so that he can scoot down the bed and rub his ass against his knee, unashamed and already deeply aroused. It's natural behavior for an omega to be needy and eager in bed. Just as it's natural for an omega to have his cock restrained until marriage, or even after marriage if his alpha sees fit. ]

It's my cage. My chastity.

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