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redamancy

There is something utterly bewitching about seeing Will Byers lying beneath him, face flushed and still damp with tears, hair tousled from arching his head back against the pillow, thighs spread wide, slick all the way up to his pretty pink pussy. Eddie isn't a religious man by any means, never had been and definitely wouldn't be walking down that path now after everything that's happened in Hawkins, but he feels something awaken in him just the same. Like his worthless soul is somehow valuable because this omega is beneath him.

He must have done something amazing in another life to earn this. To have Will here, looking up at him with wide and hungry eyes, pupils dilated, mouth open and wet and letting out the prettiest little chirps and whimpers. Eager to be filled, to be fucked, like he's the one in heat instead of Eddie being in rut.

If this is how he is out of heat, then he's going to be something special when he's submerged in it, a slave to the wanton whims of his hormones. Spreading his legs wide like this just because every instinct in his body cries out for it.

Eddie wets his lips. He made a promise, and he intends to keep it. Whatever Will wants, Will gets. And right now, Will is doing his absolute damnedest to get Eddie to fuck him, looking so damn pretty, looking like the best thing in the entire world. And he's still heavy on Eddie's tongue, the inside of his mouth nothing but slick so sweet that it makes him think of fucking candy.

Or honey. Sticky and hot on his tongue. Dripping slowly down his throat.

"I'm going to make it so good for you." Eddie moves to kneel directly between Will's thighs, petting his hand over soft skin as he strokes his own cock. It's so hard it's throbbing against his fingers, desperate to sink deep inside omega pussy. And for the first time in a long time, Eddie has an omega with him.

His omega. Not just any omega. The omega that destiny chose for him.

"You already have." Will slides a shaky hand down his stomach to touch his own cunt, and Eddie watches, wide-eyed, as Will slides his fingers over his own folds, pulling them apart. Spreading them wide, showing off the goods, especially the still-twitching mouth of his cunt. "Please, alpha, I can't wait."

Needy little thing. Eddie is going to go insane. "Be a good boy. Let me do it."

"I want to. Please?" Will makes a small, desperate noise at him and Eddie thinks, fuck it, it's what he wants, so it's what he's going to get.

They should be doing this with Will on his stomach, back arched, pretty pussy on display, but Eddie doesn't want to do that. Doesn't want to ruin his chance at seeing every expression on Will's pretty face, at seeing his lips part and his eyes squeeze shut and his face twist and contort as pleasure seeps through every part of his body. He'll deal with the discomfort later. It's not important.

Eddie strokes his cock over Will's, watching it throb as he slides through slick down to Will's entrance. Soft pink parts under the slightest pressure, Will's pussy so open for him, so ready to be taken that it takes barely any effort at all to breach his pretty body. Will whimpers and arches his hips, and Eddie slides in another inch, groaning as he's squeezed tight by Will's still-fluttering muscles.

He hasn't had enough time to come down from the orgasms yet, and Eddie's glad for it. It means he can feel every single pulse, every twitch, every squeeze as he works his way deeper into Will's cunt. When he rolls his hips, pulling out just a little to thrust back in, Will whines for him, sweet and soft, high-pitched little noises that only make Eddie all the more desperate to be inside of him.

It feels so good. Feels so right. Will pants and squeezes his eyes shut as Eddie wraps his hands around Will's hips, stroking his fingers along the slopes of them as he eases steadily deeper, his own head falling forward as his gut tightens. It's been a while. Been well over a year. But he breathes in Will's pheromones and tells himself to calm down, to make it last, to make sure Will comes for him, comes on his dick, on his knot, shaking and sobbing his name.