Hobie is... what? (Versão em inglês)

Hobie and Miles are gone for almost two weeks.

>>>> (A month and a half ago) <<<<
Miles and Hobie had just taken down a very high-tech version of the Green Goblin from Penny's dimension that had appeared in Miles' land during one of the "surely unscheduled weekly outings" (Hobie thought the name was ridiculous, but Miles said it was meant to be a joke). Speaking of Miles, the punk noticed something strange about the younger one.
Before the fight Hobie could see that Miles was different, it was the end of February, even though it was the end of winter the weather was still cold and it was already dusk, even so the boy was only wearing a plain black blouse, jeans and his jordans, his coat was comfortably dressed in Hobie. He asked if Miles wasn't cold and after the denial and an invitation for a snack, Hobie dropped the subject... well, at least until they started fighting.
Miles was, for lack of words, kind of wild. He advanced without fear towards the villain barely listening to Hobie's voice while trying to weave a plan, the punk decided to help when he could. Miles was punching, jumping, throwing things and snarling at the Green Goblin, Hobie would deny anyone, but it was a beautiful display of strength. It was rare for Miles to ask for help facing any villain in his world, and now Hobie could see just how skilled the alpha was.
After packing and dispatching the villain to HQ, Hobie noticed Miles standing a little way off, his mask had been removed and he looked at his shaking hands, he could see the sweat trickling down his temple.
- Miles? Are you okay?
- Hm? Yes, yes, I just... I just need to get back home and rest... that's it, rest.
Without waiting for any answer, the youngest put his mask back on, threw his web and jumped. Hobie had trouble keeping up with Miles, at a certain point he lost sight of him, his luck was that he knew the way with his eyes closed to the Morales' house.
Deftly leaping between the open windows, Hobie saw the scene of Miles pulling his suit off, snarling as it struggled to stay in his arms.
- Hey, hey Miles, calm down mate.
-Hobie?! No, no, you have to go, now!
- Don't give me—
The suits always came with equipment to suppress smells, something of extreme importance for the "superhero", the aroma could only be felt when all the top part uncovered the glands... which was the current situation of Miles, the part upper part of her costume hanging in one hand.
Normally Hobie was used to Miles's scent (he's had that scent all over him 99% of the time since that night Miles came to him), but he'd never felt it... so raw.
- Your heat...
- Get out of here Hobie!
He could see his jaw tense, damn it, the brat was only a year old as Spider-Man and a few months old as an alpha and already had more muscle than Hobie who was 2 years older. Hobie could feel his omega responding to the scent with its own scent, he pretended from the start that he hadn't noticed that their scents complemented each other: Miles with his slightly woody slightly floral scent and Hobie had spicy undertones (more than once he had heard Miles mutter in his sleep that he loved that about Hobie's scent).
- Get out!
The impulse to obey Miles's alpha voice made his bones tremble, but Miles forgets that he was Hobie and Hobie obeyed no one, so the alpha didn't expect the omega to advance, knocking them both onto the bed without kindness taking some of the air Miles and without waiting for him to recover, took his face between his hands and joined their lips promptly invaded the other's mouth with his tongue, a mess of teeth, lip and saliva making Miles growl.
- Fuck it.
It was the whisper that Hobie heard from Miles before he felt the hands rip his suit without hesitation, the first part released was his neck, but Miles growled when he had his access prevented by the thick leather collar, without hesitation he directed himself to the totally free collarbone and clamping his mouth to the skin painfully sucking marks there. His hands didn't stop pulling strips and strips of Hobie's clothes, in the blink of an eye the biggest one was lying with Miles on him...
God... Miles was divine. His eyes were a golden brown, they were so vibrant, sweat trickled down his lean toned chest... the bulge in his suit made Hobie's body warm, he could feel his lubrication begin... damn, Miles didn't even know him it had rung right yet.
- I can't... I can't be kind to you this time Hobie... promise me you'll keep the necklace... I don't want to brand you... not in this state... not now...
The hoarse, deep and breathy voice was the final straw, Hobie could see Miles struggle to maintain control even if for a few seconds, he wanted to break that damn self control of the young man so he tried to move forward, but had his neck caught pinning him against the bed .
- Promise me Hobie!
- All right, I promise!! Now please alpha—aaah!
Nails glided unceremoniously from his neck to the bulge in Hobie's suit massaging, Miles's lips laid the last gentle kisses on his chest.
- Don't break your word Hobie.
And the omega screamed as he felt the teeth grate around his nipples, not even noticing when his boots and pants ended up on the floor along with the torn rags, he could only feel his erect member rubbing against the fabric of the lower part of the suit that Miles I was still using it and by the gods, that sensation alone was wonderful. With each breath more of Miles's scent entered her lungs, heat coursing through her veins in response to the alpha's heat, more of his entrance contracting and spurting in preparation for her taking.
Another movement that Hobie didn't notice, he had his knees on the floor, his chest spread out on the mattress, Miles pressing himself against his back and his erection rubbing between Hobie's buttocks spreading the warm liquid on his suit when in the omega's body.
- I can't prepare you omega, it hurts—
- Ssshh alright, I like it that way.
Wrong answer. Miles realizing that Hobie had been with others infuriated him to the point where his snarl nearly made Hobie flinch. Unceremoniously Miles lowered his clothes just enough for his cock to break free, positioning himself at the hot entrance, he invaded Hobie who screamed cumming then, his alpha swelled with pride.
- I haven't even started yet and you're done? Alright, I'm going to make you hard again Hobie and I'm going to make you beg for my knot.
Hobie wondered where the hell the alpha had gone that stopped on the sidewalk when he received a kiss on the cheek or that same alpha who was shaking when he put his arm around his shoulders during one of the movie sessions at Gwen's house.
A deep, hard thrust brought him back to the moment, Miles holding his hip tightly, the thought of knowing there would be a mark on him made Hobie purr in between moans. Due to the orgasm Hobie's entrance was tight, not that he minded, if Hobie liked a hard fuck, he'd give it to his omega. Biting, licking, sucking the skin of her shoulders Miles started the strong and fast thrusts, he cursed his inexperience, he had barely started and already felt the heat of his orgasm grow in his womb and his knot start.
Releasing his lean hips and sliding one hand down to Hobie's belly, his alpha swelled with pride as he realized the other was already hard, still sticky from his first release.
- That's right Hobie... so perfect... made for me... so beautiful...
For such Hobie not wait. He had already been a heat companion with some friends, they had also helped him with his own heat... he had never heard this, these compliments. The heat was not only building in her belly, but in her chest... and in her eyes...
- Alpha... more... say more...
- Oh, so you like compliments? I will give you everything my perfect omega.
It was too much for Hobie, his cock overstimulated by the masturbation Miles gave him, his entry taut with each hard thrust trying to secure the growing knot, Miles' praise at his ear. His orgasm came hard making tears roll down his face, a loud moan of pleasure was muffled by the sheets where he buried his face as the knot swelled and he could feel Miles's hot orgasm fill him and his teeth uselessly bit into the leather collar on his nape.
Neither of them knew how long they stayed there. When the withered knot Miles lifted, the sight made his alpha purr with pride: Hobie was utterly undone still on his knees, semen oozing between his thighs, sweaty skin littered with all kinds of marks, it looked like he only had the strength to do so looking sleepily over his shoulder at Miles, only then did he realize that Hobie was in his normal colors. Carefully he helped Hobie to sit on the bed, heedless of the sticky fluids on the cloths and on his body.
- Alpha.
Miles smiled, lifting the older's face with a finger.
- Yes?
- Can I make a nest?
Before Miles even realizes his body, he was already taking all the clean sheets out of the closet and handing them to Hobie. 20 minutes later the room, as seen by an outside viewer, was a mess, but for Miles, Hobie had made the perfect nest: his mattress was in the corner of the wall, a mixture of the clean and used sheets with the remnants of his suit Hobie formed the walls of the nest, in the center Miles' pillows were perfectly placed for both of them to share when they lay down.
In the meantime of lucidity Miles went to get something for both of them to eat and drink besides leaving a note for his mother, he would have a very long conversation with her when this was over, but until then he knew that she would leave food and water at his door . Lovingly Miles fed Hobie chunks of the simple peanut butter sandwich he'd made, the gesture reciprocated by the larger one, both curled up in Hobie's nest while another round of warmth didn't arrive.