Hugo kept the book tucked in one of the top drawers of his home desk, flipping through it whenever he had a chance, trying to absorb everything he was reading and figure out a way to properly apply and introduce it to his and Rhys’ sex life. Thankfully, there was a chapter specifically on that—introducing new ideas into the bedroom without coming across as critical or unsatisfied. Perfect.

He licked his forefinger, flicking over another page of the book as he reclined into his leather chair. He ignored the beep of his ECHOcomm, interested mostly in the paragraph outlining how to properly approach omegas that may have been entrenched in stereotypical sexual roles. Which—Rhys wasn’t much of what Hugo would call a “stereotypical” omega, both in body type and demeanor, but he did seem to submit to Vasquez whenever they decided to get intimate together, which was something the alpha wasn’t entirely opposed to breaking out of. A giddy little thrill ran through him at the thought of Rhys doing more during sex, and hey—Hugo wouldn’t mind the break to lay back and relax and let his little sugar bean go to town.

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It wasn’t that Hugo didn’t like Rhys.

He actually did like him a whole lot. They’d only been together for a few months now, but considering the near year of sexual tension building up to it, it’d felt like the foundation for their replacement had been set for quite some time.

Hugo knew Rhys well, his pet peeves and habits and the little things that made his eyes light up and that sweet genuine little smirk skirt past his lips. And Rhys’ clothes and personal affects had already started to worm into his apartment—now there was musky vanilla cologne and sugar scrubs cluttered alongside his deodorant and beard oil, and one morning, a few days ago, Hugo had even found an errant yellow and red striped sock at the bottom of his laundry hamper.

All of this was exciting, and it thrilled him to see and feel their relationship blossom as their lives started to intertwine together. It was great.  

But, well….sexually speaking, Hugo feels like they’ve hit a bit of a wall.

It was still good, no doubt, whenever they would share a bottle of wine and some leftover bolognese and find their legs tangled together on the couch. Hugo would pin Rhys below him, the omega going limp underneath his bulk, content to let the alpha do whatever he wanted. And from there their intimacy would follow in a now rote fashion, with Hugo opening him up, putting Rhys’ legs over his shoulders and fucking into him until his knot swelled up and locked them together. It felt nice, and Rhys seemed satisfied with it, but, well….

Hugo just wasn’t excited as he had been on the onset of their relationship.

On a whim, he’d found himself browsing relationship books on the ECHOnet, tracking down plenty that targeted omega-alpha relationships until he found one that piqued his interest. Mating in Captivity: Rekindling the Feral in Alpha-Omega Relationships by H. Jameson, complete with a tasteful shot of a bare, airbrushed omega stomach surrounded by white fur with an elegant hand resting near the crotch. When the book showed up on the doorstop of his apartment a day later, he’d buried his nose in it, flicking through the various pages in search of a proper technique or scenario he could use to “spice up” his and Rhys’ relationship.

He kept the book tucked in one of the top drawers of his home desk, flipping through it whenever he had a chance, trying to absorb everything he was reading and figure out a way to properly apply and introduce it to his and Rhys’ sex life. Thankfully, there was a chapter specifically on that—introducing new ideas into the bedroom without coming across as critical or unsatisfied. Perfect.

He licked his forefinger, flicking over another page of the book as he reclined into his leather chair. He ignored the beep of his ECHOcomm, interested mostly in the paragraph outlining how to properly approach omegas that may have been entrenched in stereotypical sexual roles. Which—Rhys wasn’t much of what Hugo would call a “stereotypical” omega, both in body type and demeanor, but he did seem to submit to Hugo whenever they decided to get intimate together, which was something the alpha wasn’t entirely opposed to breaking out of. A giddy little thrill ran through him at the thought of Rhys doing more during sex, and hey—Hugo wouldn’t mind the break to lay back and relax and let his little sugar bean go to town.  

Hugo started in his seat as he heard the door to his apartment beep and click open, followed by Rhys’ questioning call.

“Hugo? Are you in here?” The sound of searching footsteps echoed closer.

“H-Hey, bumble bee,” Hugo called back as he yanked open the desk drawer, shutting the book inside, “I’m in the office!”

He folded his hands innocently on the surface of his desk as Rhys poked his head around the doorjamb a moment later, an easy smile crossing over his features as he strode over to where the alpha was sitting. Rhys had eschewed his usual teal shirt and vest for a black-collared golden one and a slimming waistcoat that accented his hips in contrast with his cinched middle.  

Hugo’s loins warmed comfortably at the sight.

“Are you working on something? Should I leave you alone?” Rhys asked, tugging his tie loose and stretching out his neck. His pale, perfect neck, with that sexy little circular tattoo that always loved to draw the alpha’s attention.

“U-Uh, just finished!” Hugo grinned broadly as he rose from his chair, rubbing his hands distractingly together as he strode over to his mate and planted a big, wet kiss on his lips that had Rhys’ tugging back in mock disgust, before leaning in to give him an equally sloppy smooch.

“Mmm, I missed you today,” Rhys purred as he nosed against Hugo’s cheek, “none of the other alphas on my floor smell half as good as you.”

“Well, they better not,” Hugo chuckled, taking Rhys’ chin between his thumb and forefinger to scent along the omega’s jawline, “don’t want any of them thinking they can lure my little cream puff away from me.” He squeezed the omega’s hips in emphasis.  

“Pffft. You really do suck at pet names,” Rhys tilted his chin up, giving Hugo more room to scent and kiss his skin, “whatever happened to just like…babe or sweetheart? You should give those a try sometimes.”

“Mmmm, no, I’d prefer to put my own personal spin on things, toffee pie.”

“Ohhhh my god,” Rhys snickered in delight, letting out a tight squeal as the alpha placed a soft bite against his neck, “hey! Watch it.” He tutted as he lightly grasped the hair on the back of Hugo’s head, pulling him away and kissing him right on his broad nose.

“I’m in the mood for pork tonight. Think you can whip up some of that…you know, that stew I really like. Please?” He begged with a slight pout that tugged at Hugo’s heart, as if the alpha wouldn’t hop at the chance to cook for his pretty omega.

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They hadn’t done much except cuddle and make out a little bit, with the taste of green chile pozole and fresh cornbread still lingering on their tongues, before Rhys had fallen asleep against Hugo’s chest where they both laid on the couch. Rhys was already starting to drool a little bit, a habit that Hugo found a little less than endearing, but was willing to tolerate considering just how cute Rhys looked while he was sleeping. He supposed that fancy dress shirts could always be cleaned.

His hand stroked down Rhys’ back, feeling the little nubs of his spine through his dress shirt. It was really, really nice, to have this comforting weight and scent settled around him like a well-loved blanket. It wasn’t something he was exactly ready or interested in giving up.

Which is why he hoped Rhys would be open to what Hugo was scheming.

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Hugo set his trap—or plan, trap sounded far too insidious for what he was planning. He wasn’t trying to trick Rhys or anything like that, just setting the stage so Rhys would feel comfortable and cool with trying out some of the new ideas that Hugo had in the forefront of his mind.

He stayed away from incorporating alcohol into his plans—even if it would help make Rhys more pliable, he wanted the omega in a total sound state of mind before he proposed any new changes to their sex life. Besides, a nicely cooked dinner, some of his favorite music, a couple of scoops of ice cream and most importantly a well-dressed and intimate alpha would do the job of a hundred white wine spritzers.

And that’s just the scene that Hugo set when Rhys came home from work one impromptu Tuesday afternoon, hanging his satchel on the coat rack by Hugo’s door before being swept up in a flurry of kisses and hugs by the alpha himself. Rhys was still giggling and giddy from the smooches that’d been peppered all over his face when he was led to a sweetly set table

It wasn’t long before Rhys was slyly calling to him, already halfway to the bedroom. His pants were riding low on his hips, and Hugo could see the teasing cream between the waistband and the hem of his shirt that couldn’t have been unintentional. Hugo swallowed, quickly following after the omega, barely able to restrain himself from getting his palms all over those soft pale orbs.

Patience, Hugo, patience.

Rhys turned around to face him the moment the door clipped shut behind them, his hands gripping into the give of his dress shirt as he met Hugo’s lips in a warm kiss, the tip of Rhys’ chin tickling against the alpha’s thick beard. Hugo’s broad hands cupped the omega’s hips, slowly walking him backwards as he pressed his tongue forward into the omega’s mouth—allowing himself this tiny bit of dominance before he planned to hand the reigns fully over to Rhys, in hope that the omega was into it. Hugo still wasn’t entirely sure that he was.

The back of Rhys’ knees hit the edge of the bed, sending him flopping back against the mattress, bouncing softly as a content smile eased over his face. He stretched his arms out, like he was planning to make a snow angel in the sheets, spreading his legs and inviting Hugo in closer.

Which….was a hard welcome to deny, but Hugo had to introduce his plan quickly before they fell into the routine of their usual intercourse.

His broad hands smoothed forward to grasp Rhys by the waist, softly sliding the omega up fully onto the bed, Rhys aiding him as he pushed off the ground with the tip of his feet until Hugo was balanced on all four on top of Rhys, and the omega was casually undoing the alpha’s tie with both hands.

“You ready, big guy?”

The little dusting of pink on Rhys’ cheeks was adorable, as was the little spot of freckle just under his right eye. These were all little things that Hugo had noticed throughout the months of dating Rhys, things he’d gotten quite enamored with.

He licked his lips, before clearing his throat.

“S-so, I was thinking…” Hugo started as he rubs his fingers up and down Rhys’ clothed thighs, “…maybe we can…try something different, this time around?”

“Oh…something different?” Rhys questioned, cocking his head to the side as he looked up at the alpha. Hugo thought he detected a hint of nervousness. Just remember what the book said, Hugo, his inner voice reassured as he lifted his hands to stroke comfortingly along the omega’s hips.

“Yeah…I mean, nothing too crazy…not like…knot torture or heat edging or anything like that…” Hugo assured, grip grounding but soft on the omega’s body.

“I thought…it might be kind of fun if…well…you were on top for a change?”

For a moment, Hugo wasn’t exactly sure what had happened.

The world around him suddenly blurred, and he was being pushed backwards as Rhys’ disappeared beneath him in a flurry of sheets. Something grasped tightly into the front of his shirt and he let out a small oof as back hit the bed, bulk bouncing slightly on the mattress. He blinked, hands raised dumbly in front of him as he tried to figure out what had happened, if Rhys had just cut it and ran—but no, there Rhys was now, face hovering slyly just about his, his weight settling just over Hugo’s hips.

The alpha had little time to think or say anything before his lips were being claimed by Rhys, hungry omega canines pricking ever so slightly against the plump flesh as Rhys kisses him hard in a way that he’s never kissed Hugo before. At first blush the alpha is slightly taken aback, but as his loins stir and start to throb anew inside his pants, he relents, letting Rhys’ dominate the kiss.  

“I’ll be honest…” Rhys moaned as he broke their kiss, content to trail his hungry lips down the side of Hugo’s face, “I was waiting for you to ask for something like this…”

“R-Really?” Hugo spluttered slightly, cheeks bright red, “…I…I was honestly kind of worried you wouldn’t be up for it…” He admitted. Rhys let out a soft chuckle, giving the tip of his nose a kiss.

“Oh, I’m definitely up for it….it’s funny, honestly, I didn’t bring it up because I felt like you wouldn’t be into it.”

“Huh. Why did you think I wouldn’t be into  it?” Hugo said, trying to focus away from the slight rock of Rhys’ ass down against his cock.

“I dunno…you seem kind of…traditional alpha sometimes…not in a bad way!” Rhys backpedaled when he saw Hugo’s frown.

“Not like…the shitty abusive dominant stereotype of alphas just…I dunno, it seemed like you really liked being the one on top and in control and….that was fine for a bit…”

Rhys trailed a little kiss down just below Hugo’s eye, fingers stroking softly through his tousled hair.

“I wanted something different…but I guess a stupid part of me kinda worried you might wanna break up if I tried to be dominant. Some alpha’s have like a pride thing about it you know?”

“Well…” Hugo started, his voice growing husky, “I…I really don’t mind…”

He raised his head, beard brushing against Rhys’ throat as he whispered against his ear.

“It’s really turning me on.”

Few words were further shared between them as Rhys sealed his mouth over Hugo’s, tongue probing inside of the alpha’s mouth, drawing his teeth along his thick lips and leaving a little nip mark that he lapped and poked his tongue against. Hugo groaned, trying to follow Rhys as the omega pulled away, letting out a soft whine when Rhys pressed his finger against his lips.

“Shhh.”

Rhys skillfully removed Hugo’s tie, long fingers making quick work of the fancy knot. He left it undone, draped loose around the alpha neck, for a brief moment as he tugged Hugo’s arms up and over his head, before quickly binding his wrists together with the slim yellow silk. A quick jerk of his pinkie underneath the tie tested the bond, and Rhys, satisfied, leaned back to properly sit atop Hugo’s throbbing cock. It groaned against the confines of his pants, unimaginable hard and aching with the omega’s show of dominance.

Hugo let Rhys strip them both of their clothes, the omega choosing to remove only his own pants and unzip the alpha’s, letting his cock spring up from the loose garment. Hugo watched as Rhys reached between his legs, rubbing his pointer and index finger against his ass. The alpha could feel the drip of slick falling from the omega’s aroused ass to his own muscular thigh, where it drooled down his skin in a warm, tickling sensation.

“Nnnn…don’t even need any extra prep for you, big boy…” Rhys groaned as he pulled the testing fingers back, lifting his hips high in the air until he settled his asscheeks snugly around the head of Hugo’s cock.

Rhys took little time in sinking all the way down until his ass was brushing right up against the alpha’s balls, and even less in moving his hips to grind friction against Hugo’s shaft. The ride was rough, yet measured, every harsh thrust down and sharp rock of hips perfectly calculated by the omega, who was licking his own smirk off his face as he bounced up and down Hugo’s thick cock. The alpha’s hands fisted in their bindings, sweat trickling down his face and into his beard as Rhys rode him, hips a driving force down and up that drew muffled grunts from his lips and needy, appreciative little moans from Rhys’. The alpha found himself lost in pleasure, mindlessly rutting upwards as he relinquished control over his orgasm to Rhys, there mere act of trust putting an entire new spice and flair to their sex that had been snuffed out before.  

Hugo thought it couldn’t get any better, and then Rhys put his hands around his throat.

At first, the alpha thought it may have been an accident, that Rhys might have just lost his balance and accidentally braced himself against the alpha’s throat. But after the pressure continued and even tightened around his throat, Hugo knew this was no accident.

It made his heart jump, the way Rhys’ finger pressed into his throat, cutting ever so slightly into his supply of air even as the omega continued to furiously ride the rest of his breath out of him. The briefest twinge of fear quickly melded into pleasure, the thrill of danger and death pooling more and more warmth into his throbbing loins. He felt his cock flex inside of Rhys, the blood in his knot swelling wider with every bit of pressure that Rhys teased against his throat.

Usually, Hugo would be fucking as quickly as possible to get Rhys to come before he pushed his knot inside, but in this moment he found that concern was far away from him, floating somewhere above the pure pleasure that had wrapped its way around his form. Rhys’ moans intertwined with his own, weaving in the air around him as he jerked his hips, pushing his knot up into Rhys at the moment the omega slammed his hips down to seal the alpha’s cock deep within his body. Hugo grit his teeth as he feels his balls tighten, pushing his load of cum inside of the omega as Rhys’ body continued to rock and shift and pulse even already tied to Hugo’s own.

The alpha barely noticed the hands slowly retreating from his throat as he steadily breathed through his own orgasm, tongue poking slightly past his lips as he heaved grateful inhales. There was a slight soreness in his chest and throat that twinged when Rhys decided to settle his weight over Hugo’s body, but it passed quickly and he was soon snugly wrapping his broad arms about Rhys’ slim back. The omega’s breath was soft against his chest as he rested his chin against the alpha’s pec.  

“…By the way…” Rhys hummed, stroking over the slight red fingerprints on Hugo’s neck, “that was taken from Handsome Jack’s sex advice column in Hyperion Monthly.”

He smirked, pressing a gentle kiss on one of the marks on the man’s skin.

“You’re not the only one who’s been doing some reading, big boy.”