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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Camp_Camp_(Web_Series)
  Relationship:
      David/Max_(Camp_Camp)
  Character:
      Camper!_David, Counselor!_Max, David_(Camp_Camp), Max_(Camp_Camp)
  Additional Tags:
      dubcon, A/B/O, Omegaverse, Knotting, Underage_-_Freeform, Max_has_been
      crushing, Davey_has_also_been_crushing, Davey_actually_swears,
      Pedophile!Max, Max_has_a_Prince_Albert, dick_piercings, Sorry_Not_Sorry,
      Not_Beta_Read, It's_not_actually_piss, Davey_didn't_piss_the_bed, It's
      slick
  Series:
      Part 1 of Prove_That_You_Love_Me
  Collections:
      Sin_Corps, Den_of_the_Damned
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-22 Words: 6729
****** Loved You for a Long Time ******
by NillaBonBon
Summary
     Max has been an alpha for most of his life. He doesn't really know
     what it's like for an omega to present, because it's never happened
     to him. Unfortunately for him, he finds out soon enough what it's
     like, when his (secretly) favorite camper, Davey, presents in the
     middle of the night.
Notes
     This is a gift for a friend going back to college. I really like how
     it turned out. This is a huge comfort ship for them and I really just
     wanna make them feel better. They help motivate me and they're
     extremely nice. They gave me the motivation to continue Blackmail
     Material. I love you, friendo. <3
     Enjoy 14 pages of mostly smut.
See the end of the work for more notes
“Max…” A whisper. “Wake up!” Whoever was talking was shaking him gently by his
shoulders now. “Please, Max! You’ve gotta get up!” There was a gentle tapping
on his face. That’s right. Davey had stayed the night after pissing his cot in
his tent.

The twenty-four year old took in a short, sharp breath before parting his lips
to speak. “What is it, David?” He asked, finally letting out the breath he’d
been holding while he spoke. Slowly, he took in a deep breath through his nose.
The smell hit him like the gentle aroma of flowers from a meadow. Still, it
didn’t cease the soft blush that overcame his face.

What is that?
 
That’s right. David had wet his bed last night. Assuming it was from a
nightmare, Maxwell had let David sleep in his cabin- his bed -in hopes of
helping the ten year old with his bed wetting issue for the night while his
sheets were being washed. “Max, it happened again! ” Fucking Hell. Just his
luck.

His vision was blurry for a moment. Groaning, he sighed through his nose before
looking at the boy sitting in his briefs red briefs to the right. Jade green
irises flickered down the boy’s freckled body before being met with the white
hem. In an instant, they’d flickered back up to the redhead’s face. “You can’t
be serious.” The man groaned out, slowly using his hands to sit himself up in
his bed. The brunet’s head was still a little foggy with sleep, having been
pulled from a lovely dream.
 
---

All he can hear is his own groaning as the preteen gave little choked out moans
and sobs, his arms wrapping around the darker male’s neck as he shut his eyes
tightly, his face scrunched up slightly as his counselor pressed into him. The
ginger’s nails clawed at his shoulder blades as a pathetic sob left him.
Cautiously, Max pressed his hips forward. The brunet’s cock was throbbing as he
slowly forced his way into David’s tight little cunt. A single hand reached
down between them as he leaned down and placed gentle kisses on the boy’s neck
and jawline. Two fingers uncurled themselves and gently worked their way in
circles on the preteen’s clit as he basked in the strangled noises the boy was
giving to him.

---
 
“I’m serious, Max!” The boy whined out softly, looking away with a shameful
expression on his face. “And I think I’m coming down with a fever too…” The
moonlight was illuminating the room. It wasn’t even daylight yet. Max could see
the way that the ginger’s forest green eyes had glossed over with building
tears that looked like they were going to spill any second. The tip of his nose
had reddened in response to his shame. Davey was absolutely embarrassed, and it
was the cutest face Maxwell had ever seen him wear. Though, it was a little
worrisome with how warm his face looked. The poor boy was turning red, and it
most likely wasn’t from embarrassment.
 
The preteen’s hips squirmed slightly as he placed his hands a little forcefully
in his lap. His lips were quivering slightly. How pathetic and innocent he
looked- It made Max’s cock twitch slightly in his boxers under the sheet and he
gave an irate groan, which could have been mistaken as being a groan at David’s
second “accident” of the night. He took a deep breath through his nose and
almost gagged.

No fucking way.
 
Being an alpha, Maxwell had never had any of the problems and omega had. Of
course, he knew about them, just as many people did, but he had never really
experienced them. Luckily, the brunet was smart enough to figure out that this
was apparently a problem omegas had. The boy hadn’t wet the bed, but was
instead producing abnormal amounts of slick as a lubricant for any alphas who’d
decided to come claim him as their own personal omega.
 
The smell in the air was as intoxicating as it was strong. It was the smell of
an omega. The smell of a bitch waiting to be bred, an omega who needed an
alpha, a perfect little redheaded boy who was waiting for his own omega to come
claim him, for Max to claim him- The twenty-four year old shook his head to
snap himself out of it. That wasn’t a way to think. Not right now. David looked
ashamed and frightened. Surprisingly enough, it made the counselor’s heart
throb.
 
Reaching his arm over to the nightstand beside his bed, Max turned on the light
by his bedside and blinked a few times. Subconsciously taking in another breath
through his nose as he looked the boy in the eyes, he shuddered slightly.
Parting his lips only slightly, a small breath escaped him. Davey’s eyes
glanced away and a hand reached up to wipe away the tears forming at the
corners of his eyes.
 
Another breath in. This time, through the mouth. The taste of the omega washed
over his tongue like a wave and made him shudder and bring his right hand up to
cover his mouth. Glancing away, the man thought of what to do or say. Did the
redhead even know what endotypes were? Did he know what it was to be an omega?
Did he know the side effects or precautions that would come with being an
omega? Once more, his heart throbbed in worry for the boy.
 
“David.” Max said finally, locking eyes with the boy once more. Hips squirmed,
forest green eyes flickered around the room. Finally, the preteen’s glossy eyes
met with his counselor’s and he swallowed a lump in his throat. “Max?” His
voice was small, weak, pathetic- It made the brunet’s breath get caught in his
throat as the boy’s hands reached down to gently grip at the damp bed sheets.

“Do you know what it means to ‘present’? Do you know what ‘endotypes’ are? Do
you know what they each mean?” He was bombarding the ginger with questions, but
really, they were important and he needed to know. Presenting this young, for
any genotype could be a problem, but for omegas, it could be dangerous and even
deadly. If an alpha were too rough with him, they could kill the boy. Max could
treat him so much better than so many other omegas could- The man immediately
shook his head, scrunching his face up in disgust with himself. How could he
even think that? What was wrong with him?
 
The preteen stopped and his eyes flickered away from the tired brunet.
Absentmindedly, his tongue flickered across his lips before he locked eyes with
the man again and nodded cautiously. “I know… Some things…” His voice was soft,
laced with a bit of confusion. There was a glint in his eye that matched his
tone. “I… Know that it’s important and a lot of adults are betas. That’s what
my mommy told me, at least. I know that omegas in heat make alphas go into
ruts, and that alphas mate with omegas. I learned in school that omegas have...
Babies when they reach adulthood, after they make love to alphas.” He flushed a
little bit brighter at that and squirmed uncomfortably, his eyes looking at
something else in the room. Something away from Max. The boy was just trying to
avoid eye contact. “I’m… Sorry, Max. I’m sorry that I… W-wet the bed.” Davey
stuttered slightly as more tears built up in his eyes, giving a weak hiccup as
he tried not to sob or wail or cry too loudly.
 
Out of instinct, the alpha pulled the omega close. It was his job to protect
the boy if he was going to claim hi- His face scrunched up in disgust with
himself. Still, the slick that he felt on the boy’s thighs, which transferred
the pheromone filled fluids onto his own skin quickly made him think
differently. The brunet counselor gently rubbed a hand up and down the camper’s
back. “It’s okay, David. It’s alright, don’t, uh…” The male went absentminded
for a moment. He took a few short breaths, basking in the way the preteen
smelled before he remembered his train of thought and continued. “Don’t worry
about it.” He finished, hugging the boy closer. Max felt arms hesitantly wrap
back around his torso and hold him close. David wasn’t much of a hugger. He
definitely wasn’t someone who was known to cry. However, his early onset of
heat and his slowly crumbling pride probably didn’t help with either of those
things. The new omega was seeking comfort in the nearest alpha’s scent.
 
Cautiously, Davey straddled Max’s lap. Knees found their way placed by
Maxwell’s hips and squeezed slightly before his own hips gently pressed down
against the slight bulge he felt under the sheets. The alpha’s lips barely
parted and drew in a sharp gasp of surprise by the ginger’s ear. The bulge
under him twitched. A shudder ran down David’s body in response to all the
stimulus. He wasn’t quite sure what was going on, but he enjoyed the warmth it
sent from his nether regions to his belly. Max, however, didn’t seem to feel
the same. He gently pressed a single hand against the boy’s chest and pushed
him back just slightly. “David… No.” The counselor’s voice was small, almost
unsure.
 
---
 
David let out a little breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding when he felt
the twitching between his folds. When the man began to push him back slightly,
a little confused noise left his lips, which barely parted. Copper brows
furrowed in response and the preteen held his breath again as his hands reached
up and gently gripped Maxwell’s shoulders. It felt so good . Why would anyone
want it to stop?

There was a subtle tingling in his nether regions that made him crave more. He
wasn’t sure why- all he knew is that he needed more. Taking a sharp inhale, an
unusual taste washed over his tongue like a piece of melting chocolate. The boy
couldn’t place it, but it made him shiver in delight. Though, there was an
unknown sensation he couldn’t quite place. It made his body tingle, a knot
begin to form in his stomach, and most importantly, he felt… Funny… Down there.
 
Oh gosh.
 
Although the feeling was odd, it most definitely wasn’t unpleasant. It sent
prickling little shivers up his spine that made him arch his back slightly, and
gently press his hips down against his counselor’s once more. David knew now
that he needed to chase that feeling. In fact, he was getting desperate to feel
more. A deep whine was pried from his throat as he closed his eyes and tipped
his head back slightly, subconsciously clutching the man’s shoulders, his short
nails just barely digging into his tan skin.
 
A lump got caught in his throat as he tried not to whine for a second time.
Without hesitation, he continued to rub the area between his legs against the
large, prominent bump in the brunet’s underwear. His eyelids twitched before he
squeezed them tighter, his whole body shuddering at the friction between the
two. “Maaax~...” Davey whined out under his breath.

Normally, the ginger would think this is gross; rubbing his piss soaked
underwear against Max, which spread more onto his thighs. However, that was the
least of his concerns at this very moment. Right now, David was completely
focused on chasing that fluttering feeling in his abdomen, hoping it would
relieve the heat in his nether (or his entire body, really). The top of his
thigh became much warmer as he felt the man place his large right hand on it.
The touch practically burned as his body became so much hotter. Slowly, that
sensation trailed, as did the hand, to the front of his underwear.
 
Fuck, yes!
 
---
 
Don’t do this.
 
The thought constantly rang in his head as Max placed his hand on the top of
the ginger’s freckled thigh. It was as soft and smooth as he’d thought it’d be.
Thinking about how he’d imagined this so many times before made his stomach
churn and his cock twitch.
 
Slowly, the alpha began trailing his hand down to the front of the preteen’s
crotch. Not just any preteen. This wasn’t just any boy that Max was doing this
to. This was David. This was the boy he’d fantasized and dreamt about for so
many months. The redhead who he’d always pictured had perfectly smooth freckled
skin (minus some small scars from trips and falls over the years), beautiful
copper hair that looked lovely by the campfire. This was the exact same boy
that Maxwell had wanted for so long. A hard knot had formed in his throat and
there was a hollow feeling in the pit of his stomach.
 
This is so wrong. David doesn’t deserve this. You don’t deserve Davey.
 
“Oh my Goood!”

His bright green eyes instantly snapped up from their former stare on the back
of his hand, debating whether or not he should slip it inside. The older male
sucked in a shuddering breath. Why was he even thinking about this? Of course
he shouldn’t! David shouldn’t even be presenting yet, let alone be practically
riding his dick!

Again, he was torn from his train of thought as the red-haired boy leaned
forward, nuzzling his face into the crook of Max’s neck and slipping his arms
around the bigger male’s shoulders. “Yes!” David gasped softly against his
skin. The camper’s breath was hot against his flesh, as was his skin. The poor
boy was presenting as an omega for the first time. His body was reacting in
ways David probably didn’t understand.
 
As wrong as the thought was, it only turned him on more.
 
Max’s self control was shot to shit. Hands reached down and gripped David’s
frail hip bones, allowing himself to gently rut his groin up into the boy’s wet
briefs, coated with slick. The pheromones in the air were coating his tongue
and making him feel dizzy. Thumbs rubbing circles in the young camper’s hips,
he pulled them down slightly, allowing himself to slide himself up between
Davey’s soaked folds through their clothes with little resistance. The redhead
gasped and one of his hands came up behind the man’s head and tangled
underneath his bun before sliding up slightly, allowing his fingers to grip it
lightly as he whined.
 
---
 
The camper nearly screamed as he was thrown backwards. His breath caught deep
in his lungs as the older man climbed over him and began placing light pecks on
his neck. Gentle kisses. Loving kisses. Kisses and affection and attention that
his parents never even gave to him. His hands reached up to grip lightly at the
back of Max’s head, one hand getting lightly snagged in his messy, kinky and
curly bun as he gasped and arched his back slightly. The man had lightly bitten
his neck, and it sent what felt like a zap of pleasurous electricity down his
spine. “Maxwell-!” The boy’s tone was breathless.
 
David’s head was spinning. He couldn’t be completely sure what was going on. A
knee placed between his thighs before they were forcefully spread by large
hands, an aggressive figure above him that was keeping his legs spread before
it slid down. Hands brushed the warm skin of his thighs, which was still
partially coated with a bit of slick from the preteen’s first onset signs of
heat. “Fuck, David-” The voice was cut off with a sharp intake of breath. “-
you’re so beautiful like this.”

The praise made him writhe, a tingling feeling beginning to well up in his
nether. It was warm and surprisingly enjoyable. Once again, he found himself
wanting to chase that feeling. When he felt the man’s hand press two fingers to
his clit, he shuddered and let a whine slip from deep inside his throat as the
small of his back just barely raised itself. “Max…” Davey’s tone was
breathless, desperate. There was a deep feeling in the pit of his stomach,
telling him to seek more of this amazing feeling pooling from his groin. His
brows furrowed as he gently ground his hips back against Max’s hand, feeling
his chest swell slightly before a pant left his lips. “Please…”

What are you begging for? You don’t even know what you want .
 
“I need-…” He whispered in a single breath, his legs beginning to shake
slightly as the sensitive bud was pressed against haphazardly.

Need what ?
 
The boy’s legs, covered in small freckles and birthmarks, began to shake
slightly. Though, his left thigh was pressed gently into the bed by the
brunet’s much larger hand, his right left free only due to Maxwell’s other hand
pressing the pads of two digits into the cloth of his underwear, directly
against his clit, which was quickly getting coated in slick with each small
press of the damp fabric against the erectile tissue above his fluttering cunt.
His brows furrowed as he tried to think, trying for a moment to distract
himself from the feeling between his legs. David just couldn’t focus at this
moment.

How could he? How could he focus when Max was between his legs, looking up at
him with that look? When those strong hands were grasping his thighs hard
enough to bruise (although it was seemingly unintentional, as his grip loosened
a little soon after it had tightened), and when there were two fingers rubbing
up and down his folds through his briefs now? When there were two fingers
stroking far too gentle up and down between his inner and outer labia that made
him whine.
 
The preteen gasped and arched his back just barely off the bed, bleary forest
green eyes flickering down at the new sensation between his legs. Maxwell has
nestled his head between the boy’s thighs and began gently lapping at his clit
through the red cloth, making him writhe under the older man. “Holy shi- Yes!”
The words came out rushed, breathless as he panted softly. David felt his hips
squirming and grinding down against the man’s face through the briefs. He was
whimpering and his mind was clouded and the scent that was filling his nose was
driving him up the fucking wall.
 
---
 
Fuck, he looks so amazing like this.
 
With little warning, the older male pressed his palms flat against the inside
of the boy’s thighs, sliding his hands upwards in a delicate, yet swift motion.
Max’s thumbs hooked themselves under the crotch of the boy’s underwear. God…
David was fucking soaked. A shiver ran down his spine at the soft startled
noise that slipped from David’s soft pink lips as he cautiously pulled the
article of clothing, his eyes locked on the boy’s face.
 
Davey was looking down at him with such an innocent, confused face. His eyes
were a little bleary and he was burning up as a symptom of his heat. He had a
half lidded, adoring look on his face as his forest green eyes locked with
Max’s softer jade ones- The man let out a small breath he hadn’t even realized
he’d been holding in. It never ceased to amaze him just how cute David could
be, despite his sarcastic and mildly rude nature. All things that made him all
the more attracted to the small ginger under him.
 
Claim him.
 
The counselor only pulled back for a moment, allowing him to remove the
preteen’s underwear without any difficulties as the boy let out a soft squeak
of embarrassment from realizing he was now completely naked in front of someone
so much older and bigger than him. The redhead tried to close his legs, but
they were held open when Maxwell found his way back between the small boy’s
thighs, his large palms pressed flat against the inside of his thighs as he
used the pads of his thumbs to gently spread the smoothened folds of the boy’s
outer labia, prying open his inner ones as well by default. Hips squirmed as a
tongue flattened itself and soon rant up the small slit from bottom to top,
running agonizingly slow over the tiny bud that was David’s clit. Toes curled
and fingers from one hand found themselves tangled in Max’s hair while the
others locked themselves with a vice grip onto the sheets.
 
Max’s eyes continued looking up at the preteen as he did all of this, letting
out a slow, long breath. All of this made the ginger boy throw his head back
and squirm lightly under him, his hips bucking up to meet the darker man’s
tongue while his nails pressed just barely into the skin of his lovers scalp.
The sight made the twenty-four year old’s cock twitch in his boxers. He could
already feel himself oozing, a pressure building as he fought the need to take
the boy right then and there, deciding it for the better to take it a little
slow considering how large he was compared to the tiny preteen.
 
He’s so fucking beautiful. The way he arches his back, the way his lips
tremble, the way his hair falls and tips to the side as he writhes-
 
The man was cut from his thoughts with a passionate moan as he sucked rather
harshly on the boy’s soft pink clitoris. The noises David was making only made
him harder. His cock needed attention, and needed it soon. Max knew that his
temporary rut had taken a hold over him, but he was smart enough to know that
the boy wouldn’t be able to take him to the knot if he didn’t prepare him a
little bit at the least.
 
Cautiously, Max let out a small moan of his own as he finally closed his eyes,
slipping his pink muscle into the boy and curling it upwards and into his g-
spot. The action was met with a noise of gratitude from the redhead, who was
looking down at him lazily with unfocused, loving eyes.
 
Feeling his dick throbbing, Max knew he couldn’t wait too much longer. Finally,
he pushed himself up with both hands, forcing David to let go of the bun near
the top of his head. He heard a whine of irritation and dismay slip from the
boy’s throat and he smirked as he slid himself upwards. Their hips were almost
touching now. Putting all of his weight into one hand to hold himself up, he
brought his right hand up between David’s legs, dragging them slowly over the
front of his mound. He took a moment to admire how the preteen had obviously
just recently begun growing small red pubic hairs from the top of his cunt.
 
Letting out a shallow breath, two fingers carefully made their way into the
warmth of David’s body, which made the boy let out a quiet whimper and his body
tremble. Words fell out of his mouth before he could stop him. “Look at you,
David. You’re so perfect- you’re the perfect little omega slut. You’re such a
perfect Baby Boy.” He sucked in a deep breath, let his finger curl naturally
into the boy’s sensitive g-spot. Max closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath
at how soft and tight his velvety insides were. “You’re so fucking beautiful-
so handsome.”
 
The ginger moaned softly and tore at the sheets as he felt the pressure in his
nether building, his eyes rolling back slightly as Maxwell began to move the
digits in and out of him. The small of his back just barely lifted off the bed
and his legs spread slightly, causing him to gasp as the man continued to
shower him with compliments. David could feel the two fingers scissoring around
inside of him before curling into his G-spot. That’s when he felt the pressure
release. His first ever orgasm.
 
Max felt it as soon as it had happened. He felt the boy’s insides flutter
around his fingers, his thighs tremble around his wrist as they drew in. The
brunet could feel the way the boy’s body quivered and shook as he came. When he
looked up, his breath got caught in his throat in the form of a low whine at
what he saw.

I need to claim him.
 
The camper’s body had arched slightly, his legs trying to straighten themselves
out (and failing) as he attempted to curl in on himself. Tears of…
Embarrassment? Shame? Pleasure? They’d all built in his eyes and clung to his
lashes before gently dribbling down his face and neck to trail down his body.
His lips were fixed into a wide O shape as his eyes went wide, forcing him to
look his counselor- his lover - in the eye. The boy’s entire body trembled as
he tore at the sheets, his toes curling. Sharp, shallow breaths were being
inhaled until he finally began to relax and bask in the afterglow. David’s
small chest moved up and down in a rapid pace until finally, finally, he had
begun to calm down just a little bit. His body relaxed and eventually went
limp.
 
A soft whine escaped the small sun-kissed boy’s throat as Max pulled his
fingers out from his soaked pussy. Forest green eyes flickered down to Max, a
bright blush on his face as he bit his bottom lip. Pupils surrounded by a
beautiful dark green were unfocused and hazy, glossed over as the counselor was
given the most adoring look he’d ever seen.
 
Claim the omega. Claim your omega.
 
Things only spiralled from there. Maxwell didn’t hesitate as he pulled the hem
of his boxers down with a single thumb, letting his girthy cock spring free
from its confines. A soft moan escaped his lips as he gripped himself with a
single hand and pumped up and down his shaft a few times. He was just thick
enough that his fingertips couldn’t touch. Cautiously, he bent over the
preteen, using one hand to hold his legs open and the other to rub the head of
his dick against the folds. David was so warm and inviting. It was hard to hold
back; he didn’t.
 
---
 
It hurts!

David’s back curved into an arch as Maxwell began pressing into him. The
counselor was thick and there was something metal curved around the bottom part
of his head that stretched him out a little further until the head popped in.
Luckily, while it hurt, Maxwell soon found a way to help drown out the pain.
Sweet little kisses placed themselves on the sensitive front of his neck while
a single hand slid up the inside of his thigh to his nether, tracing his outer
labia with a thumb before it slid down the hood of his clit and began rubbing
in small circles, putting a bit of pressure as he did so.
 
“Fuck!” The boy chirped out, legs trembling as they wrapped themselves around
Maxwell’s waist. Instead of grabbing his outer thighs like he expected, the man
gripped his waist in a bruising hold as he continued to press into the ginger.
Davey could feel his insides shifting around to do some accommodating for the
girthy intruder, forcing a small sob from his throat. It felt so good, but at
the same time, it still hurt. The camper could feel the blood between his legs.
 
Max is gonna be angry that you got blood on his bedsheets.
 
Feeling the man slide almost seven inches into him- a little more thanks to the
ring of metal at the head of his dick- Davey finally let out a rather broken
moan, throwing his arms around the brunet to hold him close as his neck was
kissed at lovingly. Unintentionally, his nails clawed at the older man’s back.
Red trails of desperation formed along Max’s upper back in uneven strokes as
tears trailed down his small lover’s cheeks.
 
The older man let out a soft groan at feeling himself being pressed into his
lover all the way to the hilt. His cock was big enough that it made the front
of Davey’s mound bulge out slightly, and he could see his tip poking up and out
towards himself as he pressed hard against the boy’s cervix. The nails on his
back made him shudder as the boy under him shook from the overstimulation.
“Fuck, Baby Boy-” Max breathed out as he gripped the ginger’s hips and began
slowly pulling out. He could feel various fluids on him, including the
preteen’s virgin blood. A small whine had slipped out of David’s throat and
gotten buried into the brunet’s shoulder as he began pulling out, feeling his
own body pull towards Max as well. “- you’re so amazing. So handsome.” The
counselor breathed out.
 
When his lover pushed back in, his nails dug deep into the man’s back as a
broken moan escaped him. “M-Maaax!~” He cried out into the man’s shoulder. A
sob escaped him, making him stutter. There was pain, but the pleasure was
beginning to overwhelm it now.

Pulling out again, words spilled from Max’s mouth before he could stop them.
“Look at you, Davey- you’re the perfect little omega slut. You’re the perfect
little boy for me. You’re so pretty when you cry like this.” The older man
grunted as he pushed back into the tightness that separated the two of them.
The compliments made the boy’s face burn with a wide range of emotions.
Adoration for the man above him, confusion for his current situation, love for
Maxwell that had burning deep inside of him for so long finally sparked a bit
brighter and made him moan loudly into the alpha’s shoulder.
 
---
 
Maxwell knew that by now, his responsive rut had completely taken over. Words
were spilling from his mouth before he could even stop them. The smell and
taste of the omega was blocking out most of his other senses. All he could do
was give. Give the boy everything he had to give him. All of his love, all of
his affection, all of him.The fact that he could be taking something from the
little omega had never occurred to him.
 
He’s perfect. He’s smart and witty and cute. David’s freckles suit him so
perfectly and that skin is always so soft. The way his hair gleams in the
sunlight- He’s the perfect little omega. He needs to be your omega.
 
Gripping David’s hips just a little harder, the moved in and out of the preteen
faster. He could just how tight the boy was. How warm and inviting and pretty
he looked. Nails had pressed into the small boy’s skin at this point. “You’re
so good, Baby Boy-” He was interrupted with a soft snarl spilling from his
lips. “-you feel so fucking good.” Davey’s body squirmed in response, soft
moans and pants were chanted by his lips, a quiet mantra.
 
“I love you so much, Baby Boy. I have for so long.” Max panted out before
gently pecking at the preteen’s neck, nails digging in even harder to the boy’s
hips- blood welled to the surface. The blood was a lovely contrast to his soft,
pale skin and paint splattered freckles. David didn’t even seem to notice he
was bleeding, his body flared up, a blush running from his face to his chest as
he writhed and moaned quietly under the brunet.
 
David was a shaking, shuddering, sobbing, broken mess under his lover. The boy
was shaking in overstimulation from his first orgasm, plus the pressure
building up from another. His chest was heaving as he tried his hardest to form
words, unable to do anything other than sputter out utter nonsense as he was
fucked into roughly by his counselor.

The man had to slow down. Max slowed down simply to enjoy the beautiful sight
beneath him. To enjoy the way the camper felt around his cock. The way that
Davey's back arched and the way that the boy looked up at him with bleary, yet
adoring eyes. David's eyes were uneven and unfocused, one almost closed. He
could feel the nails in his back spurring him on. Leaning down, he placed
gentle nips and kisses at the base of the redhead’s neck. By now, Max was so,
so fucking close. The counselor could feel his knot beginning to swell at the
base of his erection.
 
David’s so perfect. He’s the perfect Baby Boy. He’s so perfect for you, Max.
The way he arches his back when he moans, the way he cries out your name when
he’s in bliss. Make him your’s .
 
---
 
When Maxwell pulled out of him, the preteen gave a soft, yet desperate whine.
His heat had completely taken over at this point and he needed to be filled.
That feeling of being full, the feeling of Max poking out from his stomach
slightly and his nether bulging from being stuffed- It was exactly what he
needed.
 
More.
 
“Max, p-please!” David blurted out without meaning to. The boy’s chest was
heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He brought his hands down to his face
from Maxwell’s back, using the heel of his palm to wipe away the tears that had
gathered at the corners of his eyes. However, a startled noise escaped him as
he was suddenly flipped over with no warning. Now the ginger was placed onto
the bed with his chest buried into the bed. The brunet behind him was gripping
his hips.
 
Soon enough, his hips were lifted and his lover gave a deep groan as he forced
himself back inside. The pleasure was intense as he gave a whimper into the
sheets, gripping them as he buried his face into them to hide his noises of
pain and pleasure. It felt amazing to feel so full.
 
Once the man had pushed all the way inside, he leaned over David, his chest
pressed against the boy’s back as he gripped his hips and began moving in and
out of him. The pace was merciless, unforgiving, relentless as he squeezed
Davey’s hips again. Max merely panted in response to the string of moans the
boy bit down into the sheets with tears in his eyes. “Fuck, David!” The man
groaned out as he angled his hips, forcing his dick to point downwards.
 
Holy sh- Fuck! Yes!
 
Davey’s head lifted as he moaned, his voice broken with an occasional sob as
the man pushed his prince albert piercing down into the preteen’s g-spot,
hitting it roughly with each thrust. His body was shaking hard now in response
to all the stimulation. Giving a hiccupping sob, David bit down roughly onto
the sheet of the bed as tears built up in his eyes. It felt so good. Although
it probably wasn’t true, it felt so much deeper in this position.
 
A pressure was building deep in his abdomen as he shook. It was the same
pressure from before, that euphoric feeling that had him hanging on a cliff. It
became even worse when he felt something tugging on him slightly from the
inside. His teeth let go of the sheet, which was now damp from tears, sweat,
and saliva. “Max!” David shrieked out, his tiny little hands grasping the
sheets desperately as he listened to the pants and soft groans of the man
behind him, who was now kissing lightly at the side of his neck from behind.
 
A mantra of moans spilled from the redhead’s soft pink lips as Maxwell kept
fucking into him from behind, pressing him into the bed as he did so. The
counselor’s breath was hot on his neck as he stopped kissing David’s nape and
finally spoke. “Look at you, David. Such a little omega whore . Such a good
little boy for me. You’re doing- Nnnnngh!” Max was cut off with a loud groan as
he felt the preteen’s slit flutter around him. “You’re doing so fucking good!”
His tone was breathless, raspy almost. “You’re such a good little breeding
bitch.”

That was all it took for that imaginary rubber band in his stomach to snap .
The boy came, and he came hard. David’s hands clawed at the sheets and his toes
curled. The man’s member was thick, hot, unyielding . Max just didn’t stop.
Even as the preteen came, burying his face into the bed the sheets of the bed,
the older male continued his relentless pounding into the ten year old’s tight
cunt. Max’s body pressed against David’s, trapping him. Even if he wanted to
escape, he couldn’t.

He didn’t. The boy was in utter bliss at the electricity rushing through him
while his lover took him from behind, pulling his hips back to meet Maxwell’s
every thrust. Max was panting at this point, gripping him tightly below the
waist and making him pant and moan and shake each time he was pressed into. The
overstimulation was as arousing as it was painful.
 
More.
 
Still, David needed more. The redhead needed to be stuffed full until that
annoying empty sensation in his cunt finally felt full.
 
---
 
With how had Max had been tugging on him from the inside and pushing on him
from the outside, it wasn’t long until David finally got that relief he’d been
looking for. Finally, that imaginary empty space was filled. In reality, the
boy’s nether was bulging slightly from the outside as he was knotted by the
girthy intruder, and soon locked into place as the brunet came, knotting the
young boy in the process, stretching his slit wide.. The older male let out a
deep groan and bit down onto the side of his neck from behind, gripping the
sheets by the boy’s waist, hands curling into fists.
 
The man couldn’t be sure how hard he actually bit David. In school, they were
always told it was like a really big pinch. Of course, everyone knew it was a
lie, but they didn’t know just how hard alphas actually bite to bond. All he
knew is that he felt the familiar taste of copper on his tongue and he pulled
away, lapping gently as the redhead gave a small sob into the bedsheets.
Finally, finally, his body had begun to calm down. The heat began to drift
away, his temporary rut washing off with it. Still, he panted into the omegas
neck, placing a few kissed along the new wound on the side of his neck.
 
What the fuck have you done?
 
The question was eating him alive. God, would David hate him? Would David grow
up feeling just as bad as he did? Like he was worthless and only meant to be
used? The possible answers bothered him and began gnawing at him. Nothing could
undo what he had just done. Another sharp breath was sucked in as the redhead
beneath him let out a heavy sigh. Slowly, he felt the ginger turn (thanks to
the weird twisting feeling around his knot).
 
Looking down at Davey, Max felt an instant wave of regret and guilt wash over
him as the boy’s heat was sated. He was still a little flush and his neck had a
large red mark around where he’d bitten, which was sure to bruise. Maxwell
locked eyes with his and the boy gently grabbed his face.
 
Jade irises flickered down. Guilt was swimming through his conscious. Small,
thin hands came to rest on the tan man’s cheeks. “Max…” The ginger’s voice was
soft and calm. The counselor’s eyes locked with deep, forest green and his
breath got caught in his throat.
 
David’s face was relaxed, his eyes half lidded as he gave the man a tender
smile. The boy’s hand gently stroked his cheek before he lifted himself
slightly and gently pressed his own lips against Maxwell’s. The man felt his
heart flutter and his body get slightly weak. After a moment of leaning into
the kiss, the camper finally pulled away. Max opened his eyes to look down at
Davey, who was giving a toothy grin. “I love you, too, Max.” David said firmly,
squeezing the brunet’s cheeks together to make him pucker out his lips for a
moment. A silly little face to lighten Max’s mood. It seemed to work, since the
older male relaxed slightly in the preteen’s grasp.

“I have for a long time.”
End Notes
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     and any typos.
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