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sapphireginger · 11 months

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Title: Little Omega

Pairing: Pre-Staura/Gen Fic [Stiles Stilinski + Laura Hale]

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 1,072

Warnings: None

Summary:

Mr. Hale squatted down in front of the boy and smiled warmly. "Hello, Stiles."

The boy tilted his head, his small hand clinging to Laura's as he nodded, shyly whispering, "Hi, Laura papa."

A/N:

Enjoy!!

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Created For: @anyfandomgoesbingo / Square Filled: First Heat

Laura called her papa when she discovered the reason why Stiles had gone to the nurse, missing lunch in the process. Her hands shook as she texted her papa, calling him as well. He’d know what to do. As an alpha Laura knew some things but her papa was an omega. He would know how to help Stiles.

Thankfully, the nurse didn’t make Laura leave. Laura did overhear the nurse's cursing under her breath when the sheriff didn’t answer after a third call. So, when Laura said she called her papa, an omega and they’d look after Stiles, the nurse was more than willing to let the young alpha stay with Stiles. It was a relief for Nurse Jacklyn to have someone looking after and caring about the young omega. While she worked, she talked with them about school. It was a good way to pass the time while they waited for Mr. Hale to arrive.

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When he finally pulled up in front of the school, Laura was waiting out front with Stiles who had her hand clasped tightly in his much smaller one. “Papa, this is Stiles.”

Mr. Hale squatted down in front of the boy and smiled warmly. “Hello, Stiles.”

The boy tilted his head, his small hand clinging to Laura’s as he nodded, shyly whispering, “Hi, Laura papa.”

Laura smiled but she was full of nerves. It bothered her that Stiles didn’t seem to know what was happening to him. The boy was too young to start having heats, right? Laura was certain Stiles’s dad hadn't talked to him about them yet or he wouldn’t be so clueless as to what was going on.

Stiles smiled at Laura’s papa and giggled. “Omega!”

Laura giggled at his excitement as Stiles nuzzled into the man’s arms without letting go of her hand. The purr he let out was adorable and made Laura coo. “Mega,” Stiles said with a happy squeal and a purr.

Mr. Hale chuckled and nodded, his hand brushing up and down the boy’s back. “That’s right. Are you an omega too?”

Stiles nodded and let out a happy rumble. “Uh huh. I is omega. Just wike my mommy was...”

Mr. Hale looked at Laura questioningly. He kept his voice soft so as not to disturb the omega’s attempts to scent him. His gaze was fixed on his daughter, his eyebrow quirking up in the signature Hale way. “It seems to me that he is having a preheat. However, it also appears he isn’t aware of what’s happening and I’m certain he is too young to be entering one outside of certain circumstances.”

Stiles blinked owlishly at them, almost scent drunk and scrunches his nose. “Preheat? I do dat to the oven when I make suppers for my daddy.”

Mr. Hale gaped at the omega’s statement. Granted cooking was definitely in the realm of omega duties so to speak but Stiles was not even double digits yet. In fact, if Mr. Hale remembered correctly the boy was probably only five or six years old.

They ended up taking Stiles to the station after Mr. Hale pulled them both out of school for the day. Being the mate of the mayor made the process much smoother.

The Sheriff was busy with work, and Mr. Hale was glad he didn’t let the boy come inside. It would’ve hurt him to see how easily his dad pawned him off on someone else. He didn’t even let Mr. Hale explain what had happened. Well, Arthur Hale would be bringing this to his wife’s attention.

It wasn’t okay for the sheriff to be so uncaring. It would be his downfall. After all, on the way to the sheriff’s station both Laura and her papa learned that Stiles took care of the house as if he were a kept omega and not a child. He cooked, cleaned and did everything without any gratitude. The boy seemed to believe it was his job, was expected of him and that wasn’t how the Hales treated or viewed omegas.

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Talia was in the kitchen when they got back to the Hale House and while Arthur took care of Stiles, Talia sat her daughter down for an explanation of the day’s events.

“Your father will take care of the boy.”

“Stiles,” Laura said. “His name is Stiles.”

Talia smiled and nodded her head in acknowledgement. “Stiles. Now, why don’t you tell me what's going on?”

“Mama, he’s so little. How can he have a preheat already?”

Talia tilted her head in thought and shrugged one shoulder. “Well, sometimes omegas bloom early. Tell me, when did you realize he was in preheat?”

Laura pondered the question for a moment. “Well, I went to the nurse because I was worried about him. He was fine after I hugged him and dropped him off at his classroom. He always seeks me out before school to get his hug. When I didn’t see him before lunch, I was worried. So, I got a pass from my teacher and went to check the nurse’s office. When I got there, he was there talking but I don’t know who he was talking to. He looked at me and—” She stopped suddenly, her eyes going wide.

Talia chuckled knowingly. “Did he flash his eyes at you?”

Laura nodded. “Yes,” she whispered. “He flashed them, and they were a beautiful turquoise color.”

“Did you flash your eyes back at him in return?” Talia asked, already knowing exactly what it all meant.

Laura nodded again and looked at her mom with an awed expression. She smiled softly and a rumble sounded in her chest. “He’s, my omega?” She asked and looked towards the stairs.

“Yes, but he might not yet understand, Laura. Be patient with him. Yes?”

Laura huffed but nodded, already feeling her instincts flare up with the need to look after her omega. “I’ll try.”

Talia nodded. “Good girl. Come help me in the kitchen. Your father will bring him back shortly and we’ll go from there. Okay?”

“Okay, mama.” Laura glanced once more at the stairs smiling when she heard the omega—her omega—rambling excitedly to Laura’s papa. She giggled softly and sighed happily when she heard the boy squeal at the pajamas he was put into.

Knowing her papa was looking after her mate, allowed some tension to bleed from Laura’s shoulders. Stiles would be okay. The Hales would make sure of it.

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truly-morgan · 7 months

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[A|B|O, Ω!Miles as his first heat and runs to α!Peter (18+) (w.i.p)]

BetterMiles | Spiderverse Omergaverse 12-06-2023

[#milesbparker mmpbp, a/b/o, canon-divergent (no atsv)]

Miles landed somewhat ungracefully onto the couch, his large bag bouncing and nearly falling to the ground, luckily he grabbed it before it did, saving the electronic he had hastily thrown inside.

He still felt panic as he hugged his bag close to him, hand clutching to the dimensional travelling device Peter had given him.

Yet, the familiar sight of the alpha's house and his scent made him relax. It helped that it wasn't the first apartment Miles had seen him in before, this one a bit bigger and much cleaner than the other one. It felt comforting to be here, even though Peter was seemingly not here yet.

Not that he would have known Miles was supposed to be here, as he had run here in a panic.

Miles could still feel how his body was getting warmer and warmer, body aching and cramping a little bit, unsure what to do.

This was his first heat and he was scared, unsure what to do about it and unable to ask his parents since he had not told them yet.

"We'll love you no matter your second gender" he could hear them tell him. This was a statement that had come more often as he waited for his result.

An omega. that's what he was.

And he was terrified to tell them.

because what if they were only saying this to reassure him believing he wouldn't be an omega? What if they already believed he'd be an alpha? After all, most men (and even women) of the Davis family were alpha, like his dad and uncle aaron.

but Miles wasn't.

He wasn't just a beta either, he was an omega.

So he had lied that there had been some problems with the test and they hadn't arrived to them at school yet. Of course, his parent didn't question his lie, not seeing reasons for him to lie about it and a bit too busy to look into it too.

and for this reason, he was scared to stay home, where he'd only surprise his parent with something so serious as their way to finding out.

So he had run away, instinct somehow leading him to Peter's reality.

Now that he thought about it, he felt suddenly unsure and panicked at the thought of springing something like this onto Peter too. The alpha would likely not want to deal with a young omega's first heat.

The thought somehow only made him feel worse, whining.

He hated how his body felt right now, how it ached and hurt between his legs, similar to how it had been since the past couple of week, yet worse now.

He had been scared to touch and see what was happening to his body. He had a vague idea of what happened with male omega's body, but he was too scared to confirm it by himself, to scared to somehow make it even more real by checking.

He curled in on himself in discomfort after putting his bag down, trying to find comfort. The scent of Peter on the couch helped him feel a bit better.

Yet it wasn't enough and he felt like he needed more of it. Before he could think about it he made his way to the man's small bedroom, crawling into the messy bed and hiding himself under the blanket.

It didn't really make the aching go away, but at least now he could focus on something. Focusing on an alpha's scent which did help him calm down. Even better, it was an alpha he trusted with his life, to which the scent was already familiar. Now that he thought of it, Peter's scent had already calmed him down more than once.

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Peter had spent all day fighting, unable to really catch a breath. It felt like everyone had decided today was the day to do crime.

All he wanted was go home, fall in bed after a shower and pass out.

Of course, he couldn't have that either.

He was immediately on guard when he smelled someone else in his apartment. Yet, his spidey-sense weren't triggered in any way, telling him there were no immediate danger at the moment. Still, he stayed on alert until he figured out what happened.

The scent in his apartment smelled rather familiar, but in an even sweeter way than what he remembered. Something in him wanted to bury his face against the source of it and never let go.

He then noticed the couch that had been moved a little, items on the ground After having been likely knocked off the worn coffee table. Nothing else in the living room had been moved, only his couch and coffee table.

His eyes caught a bag laying on the ground. He was certain this wasn't his, and he was also certain he had seen it before Giving him a hint as to who mihht have suddenly come to visit him.

A muffled whimper caught his attention, head snapping towards his bedroom door, carefully making his way to it. The smell was even stronger coming from there.

"Miles" he called to, knocking on the door. Worry grew even more within him when the tee ager called out his name in a whine. Was he hurt!?

He was hit with the strong scent of *heat* when he opened the door, so strong it was nearly dizzying. But what caught his Attention was the distress and pain mixed within the scent. This distress triggered something in him, feeling like he needed to help reassure him.

He knew its wasn't appropriate for an alpha unrelated to a newly presented omega to assist him (someone a lot older at that).

But he couldn't just throw him through a portal in this kind of state.

And deep within jim, something really didn't want to let him go.

He ignored that little voice in his head.

"Hey bud" Peter said, kneeling next to the two matress stacked on one a other (which Served him as a bed). He saw Miles peeking from under the blanket, looking a bit tired, eyes wet with unshed tears.

He wasn't sure what to do exactly, Miles didn't look like he had made a nest on his bed, but he was still worried he would scare him if he got into the bed.

"How are you feeling?" Peter asked, carefully reaching out a hand towards the young man. He touched his forehead, trying not to frown a bit at how hot it was. He was about to pull his hand away, only for it to be quickly grabbed, Miles nuzzling into the palm of his hand.

"Okaaaay" he quietly mumbled to himself, allowing Miles to keep his hand close to himself. If it could bring some comfort he could deal with an uncomfortable position.

"It hurts and I feel like I'm burning" Miles replied.

"Yeah, I kinda figured that much" Peter hummed While nodding, then looking away when he noticed Miles was wiggling a lot under the cover.

"Sooo..." he started, unsure how to start the subject. "You are an omega" he said, going right to the point.

This only seemed to make the young man look even more upset, Hiding against his wrist as he tried not to cry.

"Please, talk to me Miles" Peter said softly, fingers moving as best as they could to rub soothing circle against his head. "It won't change anything, I just want to make sure you aren't dying because of some poison" he tried To reassure him while joking a little bit.

Miles didn't seem ton find it that funny, although he did seem to relax just a little bit, if rhe loosened grip in his hand was really that.

"I am" he finally replied quietly after a moment, "and it changes everything" he added with a little frown.

"I don't think it changes much" Peter said once again, "Sure, we'll probably need to tweak your hero suit a little bit to help keep you safer, but aside from that I don't why anything would need to change because of that, you are still Miles Morales, the new Spider-Man of your reality, it doesn't need to change anything".

As much as Peter wanted to reassure him, he also knew that not everything would stay the same.

The general opinion about Miles might change, because despite how times had changed (at least, in this version of New York), some stereotypes still stuck around.

But Peter wasn't lying when he said it didn't change anything for him. Miles would always be Miles, whether he be an omega, an alpha or even a beta.

He ignored and shut down the little part inside of him that was actually happy that Miles was an omega.

He carefully leaned forwards, letting his head rest on the bed, trying not to get too close him so he wouldn't feel crowded.

It only made the scent of Miles even stronger to him, making him slightly light-headed. But it was alright, he was a grown alpha, he wasn't a hormonal little thing that couldn't control himself (although he still couldn't control the way his underwear and sweatpants became too tight, tenting. thankfully Miles couldn't see it).

"Did you tell your parents?" he asked, although he felt like Miles being here was enough of an answer. What newly presented omega in their first heat would run away from somewhere they felt safe and were surrounded by people that could help them a little bit? He was pretty sure Miles' family would have helped him as best as they could if he had stayed.

He watched as the young omega bite his lips, looking to the side instead. "I haven't" he admitted, which earn him a slight humming from Peter. So he had been right. "I... I'm scared to tell them, I don't want them to change how they treat me" Miles then explained, voice sounding a bit tight, "What if they don't like that I'm an omega? What if they are disappointed and only pretended to not care what I'd be?" he asked.

Peter reached towards him with his other hand, holding onto his head gently, making him look back at him. "I'm sure it will be okay, Miles, your parent sounds like good people who really do not put second gender over their love for their son, you will not be disappointing them".

Peter wasn't very good at comforting people, even less someone going in heat and feeling distressed and upset. But he assumed that Miles melting slightly into his touch and nodding at his words meant he had done something good.

Peter decided to keep gently stroking his cheek with his knuckles, letting the young man calm down once again. When no more replies came for this subject he assume that was it for now, they could talk about it again later when Miles felt better.

Then he saw Miles starting to move under the covers once again, looking in discomfort. This was Peter's signal to get out of the room to let him take care of himself properly, maybe go do a quick errand to get him something that could relieve the pain. He knew suppressants were bad for a first heat, so he could probably one do pain killer.

"I'll leave you be for now, feel free to use whatever in my room if you need to, I'll be in the living room if you need me" he stated, already retracting his hands and ready to stand up. He was pretty certain Miles would be more comfortable if he didn't have someone with him like this. They had gotten close to each other since the whole collider incident, but he wasn't sure if it was close enough where Miles wanted him here (not that it would be appropriate for him to be either way, even if Miles wanted him to).

"No!" the young omega suddenly reacted, sounding panicked, both hands grabbing onto his wrist, nearly painfully so. The sudden action had him jolt forwards, forced to put one knee on the bed to not fall face first onto Miles.

He looked away when he saw Miles gaze land square on his crotch, his reaction to all his pheromones and his scent pretty clear. "Don't worry about it, bud" he tried reassuring him, "This is a pretty natural reaction to being exposed to an omega heat, but I won't do anything to you" he added. That you don't want to nearly escaped his lips, shutting up his mouth before he said something creepy.

The silence started being uncomfortable, especially with how Miles was staring at him like that. "Can you-".

"No" Peter cut immediately. He was not going to do whatever Miles was asking, not that it would be possible. Male omega in their first heat shouldn't have morphe the right reproductive organ yet.

"But it hurt and am scared" Miles looked up to him, eyes teary again.

Before Peter could really try to get his hand back (without being brusque and hurting his friend), Miles had come out from under the blanket, kneeling on the bed and bringing one of Peter's hands between his legs. the alpha tensed when his hand brushed against something hard, then was pressed against a warmer part, which felt wet already.

Which shouldn't feel this wet.

"Peter, please" Miles nearly begged him, hip bucking closer into his hand.

Peter closed his eyes and tip his head back, frowning. He wanted to scream in frustration but it would only likely upset Miles some more.

He could never win against the young man. And He was a bit worried for him to.

"I'm only checking to be sure everything is alright, nothing more" Peter stated.

Miles nodded quickly to that, loosening his grip on his wrist when he was reassured that the alpha wouldn't be abandoning him in the room to deal with this alone.

Peter gently help Miles lay back on his bed, hands hesitant when it grabbed onto the waistband of his jeans and underwear, before pulling down. The older man was mentally screaming at himself, wondering what he was doing. He wasn't a health professional, what the fuck was he supposed to know about newly presented male omega?

aside from very far away memories of sex-ed classes about it, which he hadn't quite put attention on, he had no clue what it should look like (thankfully, he thought, because I *don't* make a habit of touching teenagers).

Yet he frowned slightly when he was presented with something he had seen many times already. An already fully formed pussy, which shouldn't be this formed with how recently Miles had started presenting.

"Something's bad" Miles suddenly said, likely taking his initial confusion as something bad.

"No, no" Peter gently reassured him, hands unconsciously rubbing his hips to soothe him. "I was just surprised that your body has already finished changing what it needed to change" he explained. "From what I've learned and heard" he stated, trying to make it clear it wasn't because he had sought it out to see it himself, "In cases like yours, it should slowly change and by your second heat it would be fully formed" he added.

"But... mine already is?" Miles questioned, sounding a lot less tense now.

"Maybe it works similarly to how your body hit puberty faster and heal more quickly than the average human" Peter offered, "I remember growing my own attributes faster than my peer, although in my case there weren't such drastic changes" he admitted.

When he thought about it, it only made sense that it would also affect how Miles' body grew. And it also made a lot of sense that something that shouldn't be painful had felt so. His body had tried to do all these changes so fast.

Peter tensed when he felt Miles try to pull his hand closer to his now slick entrance, putting more resistance this time so it wouldn't budge any close than the hip joint. "Miles" he quietly warned, although there wasn't any bite or growl in his tone, missing any command.

"But it still hurts, this means something could be wrong, right?" Miles asked, looking at him with the same pleading eyes as earlier.

This had Peter's resolves melting some more. "I'm only checking, nothing more," he said after another internal crisis.

Peter helped Miles settle in a more comfortable position, kneeling between his legs. He could see rhe young omega still staring at the tent in his sweatpants, but decided to ignore it ane ignore how nearly painfully uncomfortable it was to just leave it be.

But Miles was the priority here, he could take care of himself with a cold shower later on.

"Tell me if I hurt you" Peter finally stated before starting. He first only touched the lips and gently got him used to his touch.

But with how much slick was coming out of Miles, he was certain that his finger could slip in with ease (he ignore the thought that he could easily slip something else in).

Everything seemed fine on the outside.

He then pushed a finger inside. Immediately Miles tensed To the intrusion, Peter stopping any movement.

"Hey, hey" he gently called, moving the leane over him a little bit so he could be face to face with him. "Its okay, just relax, I wont hurt you". He continued gently reassuring him, leaning down some more when Miles looped his Arms around his neck to pull him closer. It was a bit hard working in that position, but slowly he went back to his inspection.

Peter truly was no medical expert, so he couldn't actually say whether or not Miles had properly formed everything. But from how it felt under his fingers it seemed alright from his experience. Although Miles would probably still need to wait some more just to be safe and sure that everything else internally was alright and that he wasn't too quick. (although the idea of Miles running to al alpha to fuck him unhappy, he ignored it again).

Soon Peter was nearly being smothered against Miles neck, making it hard to breathe without taking in more and more of Miles pheromones and scent. If he thought it was a little dizzying when he opened the door, now he was getting drunk on it and it wasn't good.

And slowly Miles whimper of discomfort had changed for whines and little moans, hips moving and trying to get more from the alpha's touch. He was starting to smell more and more aroused too.

"Okay, that's enough" he stated, trying to straighten up and take his hand away.

Instead, Miles ended up being lifted up with him, an arms still holding onto him thigh while the other kept him from taking his hand away. "W-wait! don't leave me like this" he said, sounding panicked once again, "It made the discomfort go away, I don't know what to do, don't let me be in pain" he added.

Peter clenched his jaw at this. He *really* shouldn't be going any further than this, he had already crossed a very inappropriate line. But something in him couldn't settle well at the thought that the young omega would be left alone to figure it out and just feel discomfort and pain maybe. It probably didn't help that Peter's room was probably not the most comforting place in Miles' eyes either, his own bedroom would have likely been better.

"Please," Miles said, sounding so quiet and vulnerable.

Peter couldn't help the groan that escaped him, which was thankfully interpreted as him giving up by Miles.

"This time this is really the farthest I'll go, no more than showing you how to... relieve yourself" Peter stated, "Not stop trying to choke me, I'll change position".

Miles carefully moved his arm, although he still held onto his t-shirt, as if scared that the alpha would run away from him. "You look like you are overheating in there" Peter commented as he was finally able to move his hand out of Miles.

The omega looked really sweaty and hot in that hoodie of his, which was very much not helped by how he was currently going into heat. "Yeah" Miles nodded, "It's too hot actually" he then added, looking down at himself.

The young man was then struggling with taking it off, clumsily trying to take it off properly. Peter felt torn between telling him to keep wearing it so he wouldn't be fully naked before him, seeing how he wasn't wearing any shirt under it. And helping him out, because he obviously didn't want for Miles to feel any more uncomfortable in this situation.

"Let me help you" he sighed quietly, helping him take off his hoodie, trying not to let his eyes roam over the omega's body. It sure showed that Miles trained himself very well for his job as Spider-Man, body rather toned.

It was a change to most omega he had been with that were softer looking.

As he looked to the side his eyes landed on a t-shirt that had been thrown there haphazardly. "Do you want to borrow a t-shirt?" he suggested.

This had Miles eyes nearly filled with stars, nodding eagerly at the suggestion. So Peter stretched out to grab it, giving it a quick smell check. He was about to throw that one away, smelling a little too much in his opinion, only for it to be snatched away from him.

He turned to see Miles burying his face into it, looking rather content. He then put the too big shirt one, looking really happy about it. He was now surrounded by Peter's smell even more.

The alpha tried ignoring the feeling of pride in his guts that the omega so happily liked his scent and accepted it with ease while in heat. It was known that while in heat, omega could be picky about what scent they wanted around them, which expanded to people too (he had heard about many relationships that hadn't worked out because of that).

"Scoot over a little so I can set something up" he simply requested, Miles obediently kneeling on the side of the bed, looking a bit restless now. He watched as Peter placed pillows against the wall, making it more comfortable to lean against. He settled down, looking down at his still very present erection.

for a moment he thought about placing a pillow or bunching up the cover to create a barrier, but before he could do anything Miles was already sitting between his legs, leaning back against him.

No time to do that he supposed.

He tried moving Miles into a position that would leave him access to... teach him how to do things properly, while also not making him uncomfortable with his own erection.

His breath hitched when Miles only moved closer, pressing really close against him, his lower back rubbing against his cock.

He tilted his head back, biting down on his lips not to make any sound.

'Miles comfort first, you're dick can wait Parker' he thought.

Meanwhile, Miles was more than happy to fully lean on him like this. Something strange in him happy to feel Peter's cock press against him like this. Happy to know he was the one causing this reaction in him, not someone or something else.

Plus, the scent of Peter around him was even stronger like this, making him feel warm and fuzzy in a nice way, made even better with his strong arms around him.

He had an arm looped over his stomach to keep him from moving too much, also keeping the t-shirt from being in the way. The other gently pulled on of Miles knees to the side, sending him into willingly opening his legs wider for him.

"I'm showing you only once, after that you do it" Peter stated, fingers brushing against Miles own erected cock.

The omega wanted to complain about it, but bite his lips as a moan tried coming out. Plus, he felt like if he pushed his luck too far it would only make Peter run away. Despite all the arousal he could smell of off him, there were hints of something else he couldn't name and he wouldn't push it.

"When you are like this, I don't think just jerking your cock will be enough" Peter explained, "especially if somewhere else is aching" he added.

his hand went past his balls, which he was pretty certain had likely shrunk sizably to leave space for something else. His thumb instead searches for the small sensitive nub of his clit. He knew he found it when he heard the young man gasp at the touch.

Peter allowed his chin to settle on Miles' shoulder, giving him a better view of what he was doing. "Doing this instead may help, but from experience it doesn't do the whole job" he commented, thumb still teasing him and rubbing circle. "But it can help you relax and Build up pleasure slowly, especially outside of your heatc he continued.

Miles was nodding at everything he was telling him, biting his lips to quiet his whine even if it did nothing. Peter felt like he wasn't quite listening to what he was telling him.

Peter ended up losing himself in teasing Miles, not realising it he had been at it for a little too long for what had been intended as just showing Miles how to do it correctly.

He soon carefully pushed two fingers inside of Miles, stopping when he him grab onto him. He wasn't tense though, which was a good sign. "Shhh, it okay" he gently said near his ear, trying to reassure him.

"You can easily fit in a couple of fingers when you are slick enough" He startee explaining. His were probably a big too big to add many, but he was sure Miles would do fine with his own.

He went on, explaining what his body should be seeking out in general and how to try and take care of those need even if he was alone and with Nothing else to help either. He went over how he could press against his prostate too, which was a nerve that would make him feel good too.

"While in heat you might want something... big than your finger, so maybe you should look into a heat kit" he suggested.

He decided not to mention finding a partner, mostly because it felt rather inappropriate (and something in him didn't want to know Miles was with someone else.

He would have suggested a heat kit, but he had been alone for... quite some time already.

Even as Peter felt like he had pretty much gone over everything, he couldn't quite take his hands away from Miles. The young omega was nealry melting on him, whining and moaning, nuzzling under his jaw. He seemed really happy like this and something in Peter Felt like he couldn't just leave him like this all of a sudden. So his fingers kept working, while he internally kept telling himself that this was for Miles well being.

'He'll feel better once he has cum at least once, while am already so close I might give the last push' He thought to himself. Leaving him on the edge was very likely not a good idea, nor nice thing to do.

It had totally nothing to do about how he liked Miles voixe. Nope. Totally not.

When the omega finally came Peter hugged him more closely to himself, finger working him through it until he had enough. The young man was straight up boneless in his arms, barely able to keep his eyes open.

"Get some sleep, you look exhausted" Peter said, gently Patting his knee with his slick soaked hand.

"Don't go" Miles whined, which had Peter chuckle a little bit.

"I won't, dont worry" he assured him.

He stays with Miles until the young man falls alseep, keeping him safely in his arms as he does so. Only once the omega is asleep does he move.

He gently places Miles on the other side of the bed, the one not soak in slick and cum. He covers him with the blanket And makes sure that he looks comfortable.

Only then does he move out of the room. He calls to order some food, not quite having enough in his fridge to make something. Miles will surely be hungry later on.

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