[ jesus, how is he the only one here who has any practical experience with this aspect of their biology? because he's pretty sure foley has never been through a heat with someone like this before, either. he remembers how uncomfortable the other omega had been back then, and soon after, he'd no longer needed to endure it at all, given his mutation. he can just.. turn his cycle off if he wants, at least temporarily.
well, fuck, he certainly wasn't expecting to shepherd an inexperienced alpha (and possibly another omega) through dealing with his heat today.
not entirely trusting keller's self-control, he anchors the other man telekinetically where he sits for the moment. it's not going to be enough to keep him there if he really fights it, but it might help curb any impulses while quentin explains things and prepares. ] Okay, [ he says, and takes a careful breath, focusing through his own near desperate desire. god, he's already a mess, already wet. ] .. Look.
[ he rolls small shoulders in his uniform, then brings his fingers to the closures, beginning to unzip and unsnap them. ]
This isn't my first time by a long shot, but I don't know what's going to happen with Foley here. [ a glance toward the other man as he slides the well-worn leather off his shoulders. his hands are shaking. he's shaking. ] Omega-level omegas, our biological imperative to-- to breed is.. stronger than other omegas, and that's not just theory, okay? I'm sure you've seen it in others. You need to-- I might trigger your cycle, and you need to prepare yourself for that.
[ his boots unlace and unzip, and he kicks out of them, pushing his uniform down his hips and stepping out of it. it leaves him nude, flushed clear down his throat and onto his narrow chest, obviously aroused. ]
If it doesn't, great. Your best chance of shutting my heat down if instinct takes over is making sure this-- [ a tap to his temple. ] --is fully distracted. I'm not like other psions you've dealt with, Foley, so don't assume I will be. I'm-- [ fuck, focus. ignore keller, or try, even though he aches with the wanting, heat trying to haze out his thoughts. ] I'm shutting down what I can to make it easier, and I'm keeping a telepathic eye out for trouble, but.. [ well, he's still an omega-level mutant, and he's still dangerous if some animal part of him feels threatened.
his glance flicks to keller, and he takes a step closer, then a second one, nerves jolting with arousal as he slides fingers lightly over the other man's clothed shoulder, just brushing bare skin above his collar. ] As for you.. it's probably going to be a long fucking day, and once I start begging for your dick, I'm going to be useless for just about anything else. I usually get a break a couple of hours in, so I suggest you take that time to make sure we're all hydrated if possible, and rest if Foley's either just as fucked as I am or not back up to speed.
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Date: 2021-04-15 08:06 pm (UTC)well, fuck, he certainly wasn't expecting to shepherd an inexperienced alpha (and possibly another omega) through dealing with his heat today.
not entirely trusting keller's self-control, he anchors the other man telekinetically where he sits for the moment. it's not going to be enough to keep him there if he really fights it, but it might help curb any impulses while quentin explains things and prepares. ] Okay, [ he says, and takes a careful breath, focusing through his own near desperate desire. god, he's already a mess, already wet. ] .. Look.
[ he rolls small shoulders in his uniform, then brings his fingers to the closures, beginning to unzip and unsnap them. ]
This isn't my first time by a long shot, but I don't know what's going to happen with Foley here. [ a glance toward the other man as he slides the well-worn leather off his shoulders. his hands are shaking. he's shaking. ] Omega-level omegas, our biological imperative to-- to breed is.. stronger than other omegas, and that's not just theory, okay? I'm sure you've seen it in others. You need to-- I might trigger your cycle, and you need to prepare yourself for that.
[ his boots unlace and unzip, and he kicks out of them, pushing his uniform down his hips and stepping out of it. it leaves him nude, flushed clear down his throat and onto his narrow chest, obviously aroused. ]
If it doesn't, great. Your best chance of shutting my heat down if instinct takes over is making sure this-- [ a tap to his temple. ] --is fully distracted. I'm not like other psions you've dealt with, Foley, so don't assume I will be. I'm-- [ fuck, focus. ignore keller, or try, even though he aches with the wanting, heat trying to haze out his thoughts. ] I'm shutting down what I can to make it easier, and I'm keeping a telepathic eye out for trouble, but.. [ well, he's still an omega-level mutant, and he's still dangerous if some animal part of him feels threatened.
his glance flicks to keller, and he takes a step closer, then a second one, nerves jolting with arousal as he slides fingers lightly over the other man's clothed shoulder, just brushing bare skin above his collar. ] As for you.. it's probably going to be a long fucking day, and once I start begging for your dick, I'm going to be useless for just about anything else. I usually get a break a couple of hours in, so I suggest you take that time to make sure we're all hydrated if possible, and rest if Foley's either just as fucked as I am or not back up to speed.