Notes

Schlatt twisted his hands into the blankets again, trying to arrange them in a way that felt right. He’d done this before, sure, but each time he still worried about whether he was doing it correctly, whether his learned rituals matched up with other omegas’ nesting instincts. Normally he wouldn’t care, but the medications that induced his heats made him more stressed than he normally was, more susceptible to the thoughts that he’d learned to deal with ages ago. For now, he turned towards Connor, who was organizing the toys they used most often. “Hey fuckhead, get over here.”
“Yeah, Schlatt?” Connor’s ears twitched, but he didn’t turn around, still sliding the toys around on the shelf.
“Get in here, I’m done with the nest.”
Schlatt huffed out a breath as Connor suddenly collapsed on top of him, all of the hedgehog’s weight resting on Schlatt’s chest. “C’mon, asshat, move over so I can breathe.” Connor rolled over before tilting his head to smile at Schlatt, completely unapologetic. “You shouldn’t be so comfortable to lay on, then.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Connor didn’t respond, just tucked his head up against Schlatt’s side. “You ready to start, then?”
Schlatt grumbled a little, but acquiesced quickly. “You better warm up the fucking lube, that shit is always way too cold when you use it.”
“Yeah, sure, whatever you say.” Connor’s lips still curled up at the edges as he pressed them against Schlatt’s, then trailing them across his jaw and into Schlatt’s sideburns as he pressed a cold finger up against Schlatt.
“Oh, fuck you, I said to warm it up first-” Connor’s other hand went up to Schlatt’s chin, slipping his thumb into the ram’s mouth. Schlatt bit lightly before he started sucking, huffing out a breath as Connor pushed a second finger inside him. He twisted his hips a little until Connor hit the right spot inside him, bucking insistently when Connor added a third, and then withdrew his fingers again. “Hey, what’s the hold up here?”
Connor reached out blindly, grabbing the first dildo closest to the edge of the shelf behind him. “I mean, I need to actually have something to fuck you with, Schlatt, if you didn’t realize.” Schlatt started laughing, then turned over onto his stomach and pushed himself up until he was folded over. The banter was nice, sure, but the sparks in his gut were really starting to get to him, and he wanted something in him sooner rather than later. “C’mon, Connor, starting to think you’re too chickenshit to actua- holy fuck.” Connor pushed the dildo in slowly, but he didn’t stop until the artificial knot was pressed up against Schlatt’s ass. He laughed as Schlatt went silent, pulling the toy out slowly before pushing it back in. The straps of the harness dug into his hips as he pulled out, Schlatt desperately trying to clench around the dick and keep it inside him.
“Oh, do you want it that much, Schlatt? Can’t let me go enough to let me pound back in?” Schlatt grunted, moving his arms into a position where he could get up onto all fours and rock back towards Connor. “Well if you’d put some effort into actually breeding me, Connor, maybe I’d let you do what you wanted! Move, asshole!”
Connor held perfectly still for a second, then he grabbed Schlatt’s hips and slammed back inside, almost forcing the artificial knot into him. “Oh, you want to be bred, do you? Want to be fucked full of pups?” Schlatt’s arms gave out and his head dropped back down as Connor kept moving, kept talking. “Is that you want? You need to ask for it, you know. It’s only polite to ask for what you want.” He kept up the pace, tilting his hips up so the toy wasn’t hitting where Schlatt wanted it to.
“Fuck, Connor, please-”
“That’s not what you’re supposed to say, you know.”
“Shit, Connor, Alpha, breed me then! Let me get off or some shit, fuck me, knock me up!”
Connor paused, holding Schlatt perfectly still for a moment.
“You’re such a good boy, saying all that for me.”
Then he reached one hand around to Schlatt’s front, grasping his cock, and fucked into him even quicker than before, slamming the knot home. Schlatt groaned low in his throat, rocked his hips back, and came as Connor leaned over and bit at his shoulder, right on the scar that marked where his scent glands were. Connor pulled out, still holding Schlatt up by the hips, sparing one hand to fumble for a blanket near the edge of the nest that he could use to wipe Schlatt off. As he did, Schlatt mumbled something foul that was probably supposed to be an endearment. Connor smiled, humming to himself. He threw the now dirty blanket off to the side and collapsed next to Schlatt, stretching until he was comfortable. Both of them fell asleep that way, tucked up next to each other.