[ it's evident in the pitch of rufus' voice that he's working hard to force the purr from it, and yet another growl rumbles in the back of tseng's throat at the very notion of another alpha laying their hands on rufus right now. he hasn't even touched rufus himself, not really, and he already knows he would kill any other alpha who tried.
incidentally, this is also how tseng realizes that there's no way he's getting rufus back to headquarters without also getting him off. he's already this far gone, and they're not even trapped together in the helicopter yet—what more havoc will that enclosed space wreak on his senses? ]
No. [ forcing the growl from his voice, the same way rufus has forced the purr out of his, tseng manages a steady, even response. if his voice is made tight by the sheer intensity of his arousal, he'll thank rufus not to mention it. ] I would—
[ he inhales sharply. exhales slowly. admits, ] I would tear their throats out if they tried.
[ there used to be other alphas, before. not for a while. tseng hated every second of bringing them up to rufus' nests. partly because of what he knew came after, but mostly because he would inevitably end up locked in his own office, fucking the circle of his hand and thinking furiously about rufus pinned beneath another alpha's weight.
they push out onto the helipad on top of the building and the helicopter is there, waiting. rude is already in the pilot's seat, and he gives tseng a thumbs up through the glass as tseng puts his hand on rufus' back and urges him to duck, to make his way under the circling rotors to climb into the waiting bird.
the door slides shut; the whir of the helicopter changes as rude lifts them up, away from the rooftop.
tseng looks across the enclosed space at rufus. already it feels like every corner of the helicopter is soaked in rufus' scent, and tseng can tell that his is flooding out to meet it, to claim this place as his territory and this omega as his omega. ]
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incidentally, this is also how tseng realizes that there's no way he's getting rufus back to headquarters without also getting him off. he's already this far gone, and they're not even trapped together in the helicopter yet—what more havoc will that enclosed space wreak on his senses? ]
No. [ forcing the growl from his voice, the same way rufus has forced the purr out of his, tseng manages a steady, even response. if his voice is made tight by the sheer intensity of his arousal, he'll thank rufus not to mention it. ] I would—
[ he inhales sharply. exhales slowly. admits, ] I would tear their throats out if they tried.
[ there used to be other alphas, before. not for a while. tseng hated every second of bringing them up to rufus' nests. partly because of what he knew came after, but mostly because he would inevitably end up locked in his own office, fucking the circle of his hand and thinking furiously about rufus pinned beneath another alpha's weight.
they push out onto the helipad on top of the building and the helicopter is there, waiting. rude is already in the pilot's seat, and he gives tseng a thumbs up through the glass as tseng puts his hand on rufus' back and urges him to duck, to make his way under the circling rotors to climb into the waiting bird.
the door slides shut; the whir of the helicopter changes as rude lifts them up, away from the rooftop.
tseng looks across the enclosed space at rufus. already it feels like every corner of the helicopter is soaked in rufus' scent, and tseng can tell that his is flooding out to meet it, to claim this place as his territory and this omega as his omega. ]