[12/?]

He’s shaking. Granted, he’s been on-and-off shaking this entire time. But now, Craig can intimately feel the tremors. Tweek’s thighs rest on either side of his face. The soft, downy hairs along his lotus-white skin tickle his cheeks. Craig can feel the vibrations coursing through Tweek’s body and he experiences the strangest sort of sympathetic reaction. At this proximity, he can sense every tremble and every vibration. He breathes in deeply and trembles as well. He can feel the buzzing frenzy that grips Tweek’s entire body; he can see and smell it as well. His keen sense of smell can detect the subtle top notes in the salty river flowing from Tweek’s backside and he savors them as his eyes flutter shut.

“Craig…” Tweek whines his name and it sends a crackling volt of electricity through his limbs. “Arngh, I just want to feel better…”

“I know,” Craig breathes the words hot and slow against the puffy, sensitive area.

Tweek clamps his legs tighter around Craig’s head, but Craig pries them back open. He’s in some sort of trance. He’s hyper-fixated on his self-appointed task and forces his body to remain steady. He’s doing this for Tweek. He’s doing this for himself. A hungry puddle of saliva pools under his tongue and he swallows it down. Craig feels starved. He wants to consume and devour but he knows he has to be cautious. He has to stay vigilant and in control. With a steady breath, Craig pushes his mouth against a thigh and slowly yet firmly sinks his teeth into the flesh.

“Craig, please!”

It’s positively exhilarating. The way the supple skin yields to his tight jaw makes all the pores on Craig’s body open pleasantly and a trickle of prickly sweat rolls down his spine.

“Deep breaths, Tweek,” Craig reminds him in a rumbly voice and plants a wet kiss to soothe the spot he just assaulted. “You have to be strong, okay? Your body is going through so much. We’re going to get you through this. You need some relief.”

Craig can hear Tweek whine in response, and while he can’t see anything, he can feel Tweek’s head nodding in vigorous agreement as well. He wraps his arms around Tweek’s legs to hold him still and to ground himself as well. A rush of confidence embraces him. Tweek’s thighs taste like salt but leave a subtle sweetness on his tongue. It encourages him to press on and he licks fat lines all the way down to that soft, tender opening. Tweek’s hips fight him all the while. Craig can feel him struggling to remain calm, but every swipe of the hot tongue on his oversensitive skin only makes him squirm more. Though it seems like forever, it’s only been a few fleeting seconds since Craig began. Even still he can’t resist any longer and pokes firmly against Tweek’s hole.

“Oh, shit,” Tweek bucks forward at the sensation.

It only spurs Craig on. He resists the temptation to plunge his tongue inside Tweek as far as it will reach. Instead, he takes a reserved sample of the banquet. Craig presses his lips around Tweek’s opening and allows his tongue to drape across it. It’s so inflamed with the constant gushing of his bodily fluids, he can’t help but want to soothe it for Tweek. He presses his tongue flat against the hole after his first initial prod and grips Tweek’s quaking legs. With all his mental capacity, he hopes the message he’s repeating internally will come across clearly. He hopes Tweek will calm himself. He hopes this will alleviate him and quell the demand for relief from his heat.

“Craig, fuck…” Tweek gasps.

His firm thighs only shiver the more Craig works, but Craig is nothing if not determined. The more Tweek writhes, the more his tongue works his desperate hole. The unrelenting flood of hot slick pours from him in a steady, constant flow and Craig drinks it down like he’s parched. Prior to this, he’s actually never tasted an omega’s slick before and he spares only an ounce of thought to mourn his previous loss. He never wanted to have it on his tongue before. To him, it’s just the biological aid to help him easily penetrate. At least, that’s what it was before. Now, it’s something intimate he feels privileged enough to share with Tweek. It’s strange and there’s an exciting sort of foreignness to that concept. But much like the rest of this experience, that intimacy is both terrifying and exhilarating. Craig dares not to stop. His tongue delicately probes all along Tweek’s greedy entrance and he’s peripherally aware of the low moans that spill from his own mouth and vibrate pleasantly into Tweek’s soft, wet skin.

“Please, Craig!” Tweek’s voice cracks through his pleading. “Craig, you’re, argh, you’re killing me, man!”

Craig growls at that. He wants to prove himself. He needs to do better. His fingers grip tightly to Tweek’s thighs and rip them wider apart. He’s beyond caring if he leaves marks, and with the level of force he’s applied to his grip that gorgeous, translucent skin is sure to become riddled with galaxies of purple and blue bruises. Tweek whines in a garbled mess of moans and gasps as Craig pushes his tongue assertively forward. His determination consumes him and he focuses solely on driving his tongue in and out of Tweek’s throbbing, pulsing hole. The heat emanating from his entrance makes Craig feel absolutely feral. He can hear his own grunts and growls and the wanton gasps for air that he sucks in between each press of his lips and thrust of his tongue. His body remembers to preserve itself in the act through sheer instinct only– Craig can’t focus on breathing or swallowing or relaxing any of his taut muscles as he works. The only thing that matters is pulling the sweet mewls and frenzied cries out of Tweek through the fastidious efforts of his hungry mouth.

“I’m helping you,” Craig reminds them both when he finally bobs his head up for a proper breath.

But he doesn’t wait to hear if Tweek will confirm or deny his theories on helpfulness during this heat. No, instead his own desires overwhelm him again and he’s compelled to dive down between those milky legs once again. He takes only a minute to pause and admire the fruits of his labor thus far. Tweek’s rib cage rises and falls in a heavy rhythm, frantically toiling to get much-needed oxygen. One hand has risen to his mouth where he gnaws on his knuckles in a vain attempt to contain himself. The flush from his cheeks has never diminished, but rather has spread even farther and left most of his upper body tinged in a mottled, splotchy stain. Similarly, the insides of his thighs are a raw, prickly red. This, though, makes him swell with an odd sort of pride. They’re red, after all, from the constantly grazing of his unshaven face against the sensitive flesh. On top of all of this delicious visual, Craig also feels somewhat proud to see that Tweek’s cock rests heavily on top of his belly. It’s thick and twitching with obvious arousal and that only makes Craig want to gratify him all the more. Without a second thought, he dips his head back down between Tweek’s thighs.

His tongue bathes him excessively, practically slobbering on him with unbridled lust as he gulps down wave after wave of luscious slick. It’s smeared all over his face in a sloppy, careless mess. He can’t tell what’s slick and what’s saliva, but it dribbles freely down his chin as he frantically licks and kisses all over Tweek’s eager entrance.

“More,” Tweek managed to chirp needily, somewhere between a plead and a demand. “Craig, I need more. You’re making me feel crazy!”

Craig spares no time to think. The cries might typically aggravate him, or they might serve to riddle him with a false sense of inadequacy. But something about the fervor in Tweek’s tone and the way his hips roll desperately into his face has the opposite effect on him. Rather than feeling like he’s not doing enough, he intrinsically knows he has more to give and he knows it’s being adamantly requested of him. So, instead of pondering his options, Craig acts in the first way he knows how. One of his hands relinquishes the heavy grip on Tweek’s battered thigh and snakes its way under his chin. He’s met with little resistance as he pushes past the impatient ring of swollen muscle and plunges several knuckles deep inside him.

“Fuck,” Craig curses and licks his lips.

The softness and the heat suction around his digit and his breath hitches. It’s a genuine reaction and he’s overcome with new inspiration. Craig slowly drags his finger out just to the tip only to drive it back in with purpose. He moans and kisses the surrounding area if only to remind Tweek the soft ministrations of his mouth aren’t going anywhere any time soon. It’s met with a chorus of stifled gasps and elated trills with each drag of his thrusting index finger. But it’s not enough and they both know it. Craig doesn’t need to ask if Tweek wants more. He can sense it well enough. His wiry body quakes with desire and desperation. His sharp breaths all but insist he wants more from this. And, most importantly, his velvety opening is so impossibly wet. The flood of slick gushes more than ever, completely drenching Craig’s hand with its neverending flow. It’s impressive, really, how fucking soaked he has become. Craig feels so dizzy he couldn’t formulate a coherent thought if he tried. He’s warped into a being of pure, unfiltered instinct. His last lingering thread of sanity dwindles but it is singularly the only thing preventing him from losing the remnants of control he has on the situation. He clings to that thread dearly. If he doesn’t, surely he’ll succumb to this exquisite, succulent omega beneath him and fuck ravenously into his earnest, eager hole.

A second finger easily drives itself inside Tweek and both their knees buckle. It’s so fucking easy Craig can hardly believe it. There’s no resistance at all, but rather there’s almost an apparent greed. It’s still not enough. How could this be enough? He’s so blatantly hungry (starved, really) for the only thing that could possibly relieve him of his lust and distress. But Craig still knows he can’t give it to him. As much as his own cock throbs and aches and begs him to just fucking do it, he can’t. He shouldn’t. Craig props himself upright on his knees and pathetically wraps his free hand around his grotesquely swollen length. He pumps it in time with his other hand thrusting forcefully into Tweek’s weeping entrance. The viscous slick on his fingers teases him unfairly. He needs to feel that heat and that wetness glazed all over his cock. It’s veritably painful to not have that feeling envelope every inch of him. He keeps fucking Tweek with his hand, determined to at least provide relief for one of them. His hole is so tight but he continues to stretch it and he pushes in a third finger without hesitation.

“Craig…Craig!” Tweek squirms, at a point past crying out anything intelligible beyond a raspy smattering of his alpha’s name.

Craig leans back on his heels and rearranges himself. He figures out how to lean his body over Tweek’s. His arm strains from the new, odd angle but he still curls his fingers deep inside that throbbing hole. His cock drapes lazily next to Tweek’s and pulses with abject desire. He needs so badly to relieve himself, too. But he can’t, so instead, he makes a futile attempt at scratching the itch by crashing his mouth harshly against Tweek’s. It’s not like before when those kisses were soft and curious, marked with subtle inklings of desire and nerves. No, this time it’s punctuated with a crackling fire that burns deep inside him. It doesn’t worry about decorum or social graces. It focuses only on the deep-rooted necessity that is driven singularly by his nature. Tweek moans openly into the kiss, signifying both his gratitude and desperation. It’s hot and it’s frantic. They’re both so lost in the moment.

“More,” the word tumbles off Tweek’s tongue and dances around in every corner of Craig’s mouth as he insists upon it. “More…”

It’s a mix of obedience and lust and possibly insanity that pulls another finger out from its curled position against his palm and he shoves it harshly into Tweek’s ass. It’s honestly amazing how easily it glides into place. All four of his digits drag along those soft walls and the stretch makes Craig’s jaw clench and grind. It’s so much, and yet it’s clearly not quite satisfactory for either of them. He wants to force it out of Tweek. There’s some deranged part of his mind that clings obsessively to the conviction that he can’t succumb to this. It contorts itself into the unhinged notion that he can command Tweek’s body into relief in other ways. Despite rationally knowing that this isn’t how any of this works, he continues to fuck Tweek with his hand so harshly that the blonde head beneath him rams over and over into the headboard. His thumb kneads against the soft path of skin between Tweek’s entrance and his ball sack. He feels feverish and delirious. Sweat drips down his forehead and stings his eyes, but he can’t bring himself to bother with that. He wants to fill all of Tweek so badly. He can barely take it anymore. The clench of that tight ring against his hand makes him growl in frustration.

“Craig, I need, ahh, I need more from you,” Tweek outright begs him between their messy, careless kisses.

“I’m giving you everything I can, Tweek,” Craig grouses in frustration and juts his awkward hand forward to press it a bit deep to make his point.

“Mmph, no you’re not,” Tweek whines.

Craig tucks his thumb lower and angles it in a curious sort of way, as though he’s wordlessly offering to insert it, too.

“Grarargh, not like that!” Tweek huffs in exasperation, and Craig huffs similarly, too.

“Does it not feel good?” Craig challenges, not at all ready to lose his dominant edge.

He practically glowers at Tweek, who meets his gaze readily. Craig falters but won’t show it. He’s never had an omega challenge him before. He swallows the lump in his throat but makes no moves to retract his hand from the drenched hole. Tweek’s eyes are filled with a gritty sort of tenacity that makes Craig’s heart flip-flop. His eyebrows knit together in the center of his forehead and his mouth twists into something like a frown but it’s also a bit like a pout.

“Stop teasing me,” he orders Craig clearly. “Fuck me already!”

In an instant, Craig pulls out from Tweek’s hole to have both hands at the ready. He whips both hands forward in order to pin Tweek down. He slams him harshly into the mattress and snarls in his face. It’s close enough that he can see his own spittle fly onto Tweek’s skin.

“I already told you to stop fucking saying that shit!”

“I need it!” Tweek insists.

Craig’s cock bounces in excitement against Tweek’s tight abdomen.

“You don’t know what you’re doing!” Craig hisses at him. “I’m not going to be able to hold back!”

“Then don’t!” Tweek’s voice is so strong, yet so shrill. “I’m telling you what I need! Fuck me, you asshole! You’re freaked out because you think you need to fix me… I’m not broken, Craig! Argh, just fuck me!”

Something in those words resounds in Craig’s mind. Maybe it’s the blatant openness of the demand, maybe it’s the breaking point for his pheromone-addled mind, or maybe it’s a quiet acceptance that resisting the inevitable only prolongs his suffering. Regardless of the cause, the outcome of this is clear, and Craig severs that last lingering thread of his waning resistance. His breathing goes ragged. He bites his tongue and grips his aching cock. It lines up so easily against Tweek’s impatient, slippery hole. The draw of the heat is almost more than he can withstand. Tweek’s legs readily and easily coil around Craig’s midsection. He’s ready. He’s so painfully, godforsakenly ready.

“Say it again,” Craig demands darkly.

“Fuck me,” Tweek shoots back immediately, intensely, and just above a whisper.

Craig’s hips snap on cue and he brutally drives himself hard and deep inside Tweek. There’s no going back now.