Truebonds (Larry Stylinson)

Changes

Louis sits on the top step, the open front door behind him as he waits for Harry to come downstairs. He drags his sweaty palms up and down his jean-clad thighs, trying to even out his breathing as he looks out over the vista.

The farm day is in full swing, tractors and threshers humming along in the distance as Nate and Lily work to unload two new arrivals from the horse float near the barn. As Lily rounds the float she glances up and catches Louis' eye, giving him a wave and a smile and he coerces a smile onto his lips in response.

Harry's scent is still messing with his head even out here in the fresh air. It's like it's hovering around him, not stuck to his clothes the way it had been with the previous two scenters during his cycles, but rather as if it has permeated his skin and penetrated his muscles and bones. There was just barely a hint of it too, with Harry presumably wearing neutralizers during his trip from New York. Even so, Louis could still sense it, and that's almost more destabilizing than if it was overpowering. Maybe he should've gone with the alpha that smelled like cow shit.

He hadn't known what to expect when Harry arrived, unsure if the way his scent had affected him when he'd opened the scent pack would be as overwhelming in person and if his omega would recognise it. Clearly it had.

It had snuck up and enveloped him, stealth-like, giving the false pretense of an unassuming and impotent force. It had caught him off-guard even though he thought he was prepared.

Louis had done his best to hold it together long enough to get Harry settled and not make a complete ass out of himself. He was mostly successful, he thinks, but he wouldn't bet the fucking farm on it. Not that it really matters, Harry is going to see him in far worse states over the coming days, so he's just going to have to suck it up and let go.

Logically, he understands that Harry is a professional and he's used to this, but that doesn't mean Louis is completely comfortable with it.

He's not really spent any extended time in close quarters with an alpha before outside of his scenting cycles, and for the previous ones, there had been no lead-in day where they got to know each other. It was faster paced, the scenter arriving on the day of the cycle starting with just the basic information being passed between them. This is different though, and Harry is different too.

Louis knows enough about alphas and omegas that he's not oblivious to their biological traits. It's not something he's ever desired to let run wild for himself, of course and he appreciates that modern medicine has allowed him to keep his omega under control. Still, it's only natural to be interested in learning more about something that's within him. School was pretty useless in terms of providing education on the subject and society as a whole doesn't really talk openly about the 'other' secondary genders, so he'd sought out online spaces to satisfy his curiosity and his, well, his needs.

Ah yes, his needs. His cheeks heat at the mere thought of what he has stashed in a box upstairs. Late night explorations under the covers in his teenage bedroom had, not surprisingly, led him fairly quickly to porn. Alpha-Omega, or AO porn, to use the more commonly used term.

While alphas and omegas are relatively rare in society and make up a very small percentage of the population, he still finds it somewhat bizarre that AO porn is considered to be squarely on the fetish end of the spectrum. It had been a revelation for him seeing alpha's with massive knots, pounding into and locking inside omega's with holes covered in slick, either synthetic or real, and in plentiful supply to provide the necessary lubrication. Growls and purrs, replacing the usual moans and groans of standard porn, turning the sex into something more animalistic. Louis had been instantly hooked.

It's not that he's addicted or anything. He guesses he watches about the same amount of porn as the average person in his situation, but his inquisitive nature had resulted in him wanting to experience it, even if only to a lesser degree. Hence the knotting dildo and synthetic slick that can be found safely tucked away in a box in the linen cupboard upstairs. The dildo doesn't form a knot like those he's seen in porn, of course, his body might be biologically designed to take a knot, but with most of those functions suppressed and never having actually presented as an omega and gone through the necessary physical changes, he'd risk doing himself some serious damage. His body doesn't produce slick, he can't come more than a couple of times in quick succession without getting painfully oversensitive, as well as various other traits.