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Nikola and Arvid had been close since middle school, one of them had moved from Bulgaria mid-year and the other didn’t really have many friends. Their parents always thought they’d end up dating, too.
Nikola was protective of the younger one, very much so. Always stuck to Arvid like gum, head buried in his neck, arms around his waist. He barely let go of the Brit when they were together. That made the people around them believe Nikola would turn out an Alpha and Arvid would either be a Beta or an Omega. It made sense to their parents, teachers, everyone.
Nikola himself didn’t really care about what he would eventually turn out to be, while Arvid just wanted to be a Beta; he was that chill about it. He was chill about everything. Even kissing Nikola every time they were alone. He didn’t mind it, just tried to follow his pace clumsily and ended up flushed and looking the other way.
Nikola was actually there when Arvid presented, at 18, both at the Brit’s house, “watching” some series. Arvid curled on Nikola, face half-buried in his neck, dozing off. The elder's arm around his waist, hand softly resting on his hip.
A strong scent of cinnamon suddenly coating the room, Arvid squirming, cuddling closer to the other teen, big eyes watery and a sweet little pout deforming his adorably red mouth, sharp fangs peeking out. Oh, Nikola captured that moment in his mind and decided to keep it stored forever. He knew from the fangs that Arvid was an Alpha.
He caressed the soft curls while Arvid whined. Then, bang! The door burst open, Anita and Stefan stumbling inside immediately after. They pulled Arvid off Nikola and ordered the Bulgarian to leave in case Arvid’s first rut would trigger his too. He reluctantly did, looking back at the Alpha’s little sobs. The tanner teen really didn’t want him to go.
Arvid had kind of resented his parents from then on, his first rut had been miserable, as he had told Nikola, who didn't really know what it felt like, and was starting to think of himself as a beta. His parents hated that idea of their son not presenting and started to pull him away from his best friend. “So much contact is surely scaring your Alpha off, Niko.” They would often say. But he would soon turn twenty and still hadn’t shown signs of belonging to any subgender.
Still, Nikola used schoolwork as an excuse to go to Arvid’s at least three times a week. They mostly spent the evening together. They still kissed, which evolved to making out.
It was during one of those sessions that Nikola’s gender finally revealed itself. Arvid was sitting all pretty on his lap and letting him lead the kiss when the room got filled with a dense Bourbon Vanilla scent, with leathery notes and a subtle alcohol to it, too. The smell immediately made the Alpha feel dizzy.
Nikola redirected him back to his mouth, kissing him with hunger. “N-Niko… are you… al-“ He gasped, the other mouthing at his neck. “Smells so nice… not there, Niko!” He pulled from the other’s curly hair, pulling him away from his sensitive scent gland only to be met with his blown pupils. Oh…
Arvid pulled away from him, mostly worried, but heat induced Nikola thought it was an invitation, not that the tanner one would complain about getting carelessly thrown into the bed.
Nikola was immediately more aroused at the sight. Arvid was one to do missionary with, missing that view should definitely be a crime. Despite the heat clouding his mind, he removed Arvid’s clothes while making sure not to damage them and went back to licking the caramel skin. He admittedly enjoyed tasting cinnamon wherever his tongue touched, and after a while of getting on his nerves, he decided to prepare the Alpha.
Sticking two of his fingers into that pretty mouth, getting him to messily lick the digits was his next task before inserting one into Arvid’s puckered entrance. He did it carefully. But as soon as Arvid was dilated enough for the four fingers and accustomed to them, he pulled his hand out of his best friend, watching the hole twitch, waiting impatiently.
The Omega took off his pants and then his boxer briefs, cock leaking precum. It wasn’t his first time. He suspected that it wasn’t Arvid’s first time bottoming either. He let out a little huff at the thought of someone else touching his man. Arvid, though, was rubbing against him, hoping to snap him out of his trance and get him to start.
“Niko… please, I need…” He whined, finally getting Nikola out of his mind. He immediately pushed in, the Alpha’s eyes rolled back in pure bliss, legs —which were previously pulling the pale teen closer to his body— going slack.
“Mngh… Niko, Niko, please, need it… need you…” The other was full-on blabbering. He didn’t know it felt that good to be fucked, maybe it was just Arvid’s overly sensitive body. The sight was driving him nuts, those big eyes and his stupidly pretty mouth drooling onto his cheek. He hoped they were home alone. Were they? He kinda hoped to get caught… just not by Arvid’s mom and dad.
“Hey, Vidi… are your parents home?” He asked, his only answer being a little mumble of ‘mm-mm’, head moving “no”. Then, the Brit pulled down on his hair, joining their lips in a sloppy kiss. Nikola was pretty sure his best friend was about to come. He pulled away, caressed his face and watched as Arvid’s dick twitched, cum spraying his torso and even on his chin. He kept thrusting in until he himself came; then laid on top of the Alpha, nose buried in his shoulder.
“Niko… weren’t you supposed to be an Omega?” Arvid murmured, but he didn’t receive an answer, just a peck. “Does it bother you, Vidi?” The other asked back. They didn’t talk much after that, just cuddling. Nikola let go of Arvid’s hips, finally, and uncovered the forming bruise on that caramel skin.
They had barely finished showering —together, of course—, when Arvid’s parents got back home. Their house smelled strongly of vanilla and cinnamon. They wondered whether Arvid had finally brought an Omega home or… whatever. What would be their surprise when they found their son hiding behind Nikola, the older one smelling like an omega in heat.