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The smell of roasted pork tickled his nose as he pulled the metal tray from the oven. The meat had a golden look, surrounded by vegetables he already knew his enigma would push aside from his plate, complaining they were too soft, as always.

That thought brought a smile to his lips, biting down on his lower lip afterwards. It took him a full two minutes to set the table and bring out their best wine glasses, knowing they had the weekend free to themselves.

He removed the apron with the phrase about kissing the cook and washed his hands once more before heading upstairs to change. His clothes carried the scent of the seasonings, and his jeans felt heavy and uncomfortable for being at home.

His hair was tied up in a bun with one of those clips his brother had given him, and his striped t-shirt was far too comfortable to take off. He looked at himself in the mirror as his jeans fell in a heap at his feet; the lace underwear he had chosen that morning still flattered his hips, so he simply swapped the jeans for light shorts.

He came down the pink stairs just in time as Louis parked the work truck in the drive. His bare feet made no sound on the last step, and then he stopped in front of the door, hoping not to startle the enigma because it always makes my stomach ache when you do that.

The door opened and Louis placed his keys in the little ceramic dish Harry had made during one of his many craft nights. He removed his work shoes and belt, set his police hat on the sideboard, and finally turned around.

And although it hadn't been his intention, Harry burst out laughing when Louis jumped on the spot, stifling a cry and throwing his head back once he realised it was only his omega.

"I'm sorry!" Harry stopped laughing just long enough to apologise. "I didn't mean to."

Louis lifted his gaze to the ceiling, pressing a hand to his chest where his heart was pounding a mile a minute from yet another fright. He lowered his eyes when he smelt the omega approaching. Harry took a couple of steps and smiled, two bright dimples framing his lips.

"One of these days you'll give me a heart attack."

"Oh, that's not true." Harry wrinkled his nose when Louis pinched his chin. "Hello, love."

The enigma couldn't resist his scent. He took a long stride, grabbed him by the waist, and lifted him just off the floor, leaning in to kiss him urgently.

Harry let out a soft laugh against his lips, clutching at the work shirt still damp with sweat and dust. The kiss was deep; Louis parted his omega's lips with the tip of his tongue and soon licked behind his teeth the way he liked.

"I've been without you all day," Louis murmured, his voice low, almost a growl, as he pulled back just enough to breathe. His pheromones spread through the air, wrapping Harry in that sense of belonging that made him tremble every time.

Harry gazed at him with clouded eyes, stroking the enigma's jaw, rough with beard.

"And I've been waiting for you all day."

Harry looped his arms around his neck, his toes barely touching the floor, his back stretched by Louis' grip on his waist. The enigma always held him like that, to his liking, just as he did every night when he returned from the station.

"I don't like it." Louis kissed his lips once more, twice, before moving to his cheek and biting the flushed skin. "I didn't think the promotion would change the schedule."

Harry laughed, more at the nips his partner left along his jawline than at his words.

Louis was a policeman, a criminology graduate, who had secured a good post at the city's central station and had been promoted to work with the detectives in another department. That meant he started later and finished later, so their schedules were out of sync.

Harry was the morning-shift chef at an important local restaurant, so he started early and finished early. They only coincided at dinner time, when Louis arrived home and kissed Harry into exhaustion.

"Hmm, but now you're here." The omega's words were cut off when the enigma kissed him harder, finally lifting him completely off the floor.

Louis always did that, he kissed him until he smelt the omega getting wet in his arms, and only then would he let him move. He liked Harry to stay docile in his arms, letting him kiss him until neither of them could bear to go without breathing properly any longer.

"I made d-dinner, love," the omega pulled away just enough to speak, letting Louis nip his lower lip the way he liked. "Come on, it's going to get cold."

The hand that had been on his lower back withdrew after delivering a light smack to his left cheek, making Harry bite the sore corner of his lip. At last Louis let go and watched the omega sway his hips as he headed for the kitchen.

Louis followed him, admiring the omega's bare legs and the delicious scent rising from Harry's neck, the place he liked to leave marks and where, one day, he would place his bond mark.

He watched his partner calmly plate up, sitting on one of the tall breakfast stools they used on days off. Louis went ahead to open the wine with the corkscrew magnetised to the fridge and poured the glasses, waiting.

As soon as Harry came over to set his plate down, Louis took him by the waist and pulled him until he was sitting sideways on his lap, their plates close together. Harry gave a surprised laugh, resting his hands on the broad chest of the enigma.

"Louis…" he protested softly, though his dimples betrayed him.

"Baby," Louis replied, straightening him against his torso so his bare feet just brushed the floor.

Harry sighed, resigned, and let Louis take the fork. The enigma cut a piece of juicy meat and fed it to his omega, who parted his lips with a shy smile. The taste made him close his eyes for a moment, enjoying it, while Louis watched with pride.

But when Louis tried to push the soft vegetables to one side of the plate, Harry snorted.

"I don't like them," he grunted, nudging the fork toward Louis with a couple of carrots and courgettes.

Harry wrinkled his nose, amused.

"Again? You know they're good and help being healthy."

"Then you eat them." Louis shrugged, laughing behind the wine glass as Harry mock-pushed his chest.

They finished dinner like that, both full and with wine-stained lips. Harry lay against Louis' chest, swinging his legs while Louis finished the dreadful soft veg on his plate.

Soon he left the fork on the plate without much care and rose from the stool with Harry in his arms, before anyone could launch into another hour-long lecture about how the position of cutlery on a plate reveals your opinion of the dish.

The sofa welcomed them as it did every night. Harry settled first, but Louis tugged him back onto his lap, wrapping him in his arms and releasing his scent discreetly so the omega could soak it in again at the end of the film. The remote ended up in the enigma's hands, tonight it was his turn to choose.

"It's my turn."

Harry rolled his eyes, amused, as he watched Louis pick a cop movie full of chases, interrogations and countless arrests.

"Seriously? Another cop film?"

Louis kissed the crown of his head without taking his eyes off the screen.

"It's my turn, omega," he repeated, letting Harry unbutton his shirt to snuggle closer.

The first hour of the film showed a detective cuffing a suspect, and Harry burst out laughing. The suspect was a slim, short beta struggling with a police officer who was clearly an omega. Harry thought those arrests looked fake, he'd seen a few in real life and the alphas who boasted about making arrests were often the ones who needed help the most during a chase.

"I could get away from an arrest like that," he said cheekily, lifting his chin to look at Louis.

Louis lowered his gaze, one eyebrow arched, and pulled him tighter into his lap.

"Oh, really?" His voice was a low, pheromone-laced growl. "Not from me."

"Come on, I'm an omega, I can slip away faster. I'm more agile than you."

"Baby, I told you those couple of months at the gym weren't that much, you didn't even finish the year of the membership."

Harry's scandalised expression was hilarious. Louis teased him every time he remembered the omega bounding off to the local gym in the mornings, and it amused him that the enthusiasm had lasted only a few months before Harry gave up and declared weightlifting wasn't for him.

"Maybe one day I'll surprise you."

Louis squeezed him closer, wanting to show physically how impossible it would be to get away from him.

"You could try," he murmured, kissing his temple. "But you know I would win."

The film kept showing the detective cuffing the beta, but Harry barely watched. He kept thinking he might run from Louis, he was a good runner. Yet when he considered that he couldn't overcome Louis' strength even if he tried, his spirits dipped a little.

He continued watching, legs wrapped around Louis' thigh as the enigma settled them more comfortably on the sofa. He shouldn't harden himself against it, but Louis smelled like home and warmth, and Harry found himself wanting nothing more than to be held on the sofa and taken in the way the enigma liked.

They'd spent a whole week doing nothing but kissing at night, and Harry's omega felt tense and neglected deep inside.

He looked away from the television and frowned, pouting slightly; the more he thought about it, the less sense it made to him that he could really escape the grip of his enigma if they tried.

Louis was taller than him, much stronger and more resilient; he'd been trained to chase down and apprehend those who actually tried to run from him. Although he thought it was very different, he just wanted to prove to his partner that an agile omega like him could break free from a police officer, just like in the films.

The thought in his head made him pout even more. He began to survey the space in his house; his parents had left it to Harry as an inheritance and given it to him as a present when he graduated. It wasn't very new, but it was amazing, and they both loved the house.

He let his eyes wander around the room: the space between the sofa and the coffee table; the hallway leading to the dining room and beyond, where the stairs to the basement and the upper floor began.

Then he began to formulate a plan in his head. If Louis grabbed him the moment he moved, he'd lose; if they were apart, he could run a little and distract him, make him change direction, or even set a trap to escape into the garden and get away.

Perhaps they could do something like that; it would make him run all over the house, and he'd win when the enigma got tired. He narrowed his eyes as he analysed the possible scenarios and listened vaguely to what the policeman in the film was saying.

"What are you thinking about?" Louis kissed his cheek and settled himself more comfortably, leaving Harry in the space between his knees as he spread them apart.

"Nothing," he smiled at him.

"Oh, really… I spoke to you and you didn't reply two minutes ago."

Harry smiled even wider and Louis couldn't resist kissing the dimple on his cheek, as always.

"I've had an idea."

Harry snuggled up as Louis continued to plant kisses on his cheeks, his eyelids, and finally on his lips again. He got up from the sofa when he'd had enough cuddles and crouched down to push the coffee table towards the base of the telly.

From there, Louis had a perfect view of his omega's bum; the lower part of it was exposed, and he could see the junction of those incredible thighs that Louis loved to have wrapped around his head or his waist.

"What are you doing?"

"We need some space," he said, also taking the TV remotes and placing them on the table further away.

"Do we?" Louis sat down on the sofa, stretching his arms above his head and spreading his knees apart as Harry returned to him; he wrapped his hands around Harry's hips and smiled playfully. "You know we can't have sex on the floor, your carpet makes my knees hurt."

Harry burst out laughing, throwing his head back and chuckling. He already knew that; Louis had tried to have his way with him one night whilst sitting on the sofa and had woken up with bruises on his skin and sore knees, so they hadn't done it again there.

"We're not going to have sex here, silly," he said, placing his hands over Louis' and tilting his hip. "You think I couldn't get away from you."

"I know."

"I say I can," he took a couple of steps back and lifted the enigma off the sofa with a snort. "Let's do an experiment."

Louis smiled and lowered his head to kiss the omega, making him stand on his tiptoes again. He parted Harry's lips with the force of his own and savoured the gasp that escaped him; his tongue was warm and soft as it entered Harry's mouth, and Harry melted a little more in his arms.

"You're distracting me," the omega pulled away, biting lightly at Louis' lip."Come on, let's try it."

"Hmm." He kissed him one last time. "Alright. What are the rules?"

"Don't go easy on me, okay? Just don't crush me against the floor."

"That's very limiting. Besides, it's not even a very real chase if we're doing it here."

"I know, just try to stop me the way you normally do."

Harry slipped free of Louis' grip and raised his arms before touching his toes, stretching both legs and then rotating his hips in circles. He finished by pointing at Louis with a finger, completely serious.

"No trap."

Louis raised both hands with his palms visible and stepped back, undoing the buttons of his work shirt and taking it off to reveal the compression top he wore beneath the uniform.

"And you only have to cuff me, alright? On the count of three."

Harry ran to the far end of the room, turning several times to make sure Louis was still where he had been. The enigma remained calm, arms crossed and a playful smile showing he still wasn't taking the challenge too seriously.

"When I say three," he repeated. "One…"

Louis didn't move.

"Two…" Harry smiled, though he thought it was more from nerves. "Three!"

The omega dashed down the hallway, quick, and Louis raised his brows—he hadn't expected him to move like that. Harry changed direction barely a minute later, circling the armchair where Louis liked to nap before passing the main sofa where they usually cuddled.

Louis, meanwhile, walked behind him with total calm, arms uncrossed, biting his lip the way Harry knew meant he was holding back laughter. It made Harry frown.

"You're not really chasing me!"

"Yes I am," Louis circled the sofas, keeping a good distance from Harry.

"That doesn't count, you're not even running!"

"It's not the right moment yet."

Harry let out an exaggerated sigh and ran again, crossing in front of the table, spinning on his heels and circling the main sofa once more, always trying to keep some piece of furniture between them. Each time he looked up, Louis was still walking at the same pace, not speeding up, not looking concerned. Harry began to suspect the enigma was trying to tire him out more with his attitude than with the chase itself.

"Come on, Louis!"

Harry bit his lip, teasing, he knew Louis hated being called by his name, so he really hoped to get a reaction.

He took advantage of Louis still not moving quickly and ran towards the hallway, turned back and slipped between the double sofa and the wall, running faster towards where they had started to escape. But when he looked over his shoulder, Louis was no longer where he had left him.

"What…?"

He couldn't finish the word, Louis appeared right beside him, and when he tried to change direction, an arm wrapped tightly around his waist. The omega's feet didn't even stop moving, his momentum shifted and he ended up kicking at the air.

He gasped in surprise and then laughed when he realised Louis was standing in the living room, holding him up in the air with one arm while with the other he was pulling the handcuffs from his work trousers pocket, where he always kept them.

"Hey!" he laughed, throwing his head back, trying to wriggle free though he knew there was no chance of escaping Louis. "That's not fair!"

"Are you done?"

"Put me down! This is trap."

Louis held him a little higher so he'd stop moving his legs uselessly, watching him with a playful smile that barely hid his pride at having waited for the perfect moment to catch his omega.

"It's not trap. I won fair and square." Louis lifted him a little higher before lowering him quickly to the floor, leaving the omega face down. He pulled one of his arms back and laughed as Harry kept giggling. "See? And you criticised my strategy."

Harry stopped struggling, holding back his laughter a little longer until he let out one last chuckle as he fell weakly to the floor. Louis pinned him down, the omega's laughter leaving him soft and docile in his arms. One hand held his wrist at the small of his back, the other pressed between his shoulder blades to keep him in position.

"That wasn't a strategy!"

"It was." Louis slipped a cuff around his wrist and closed it, though Harry managed to free his other hand and pushed himself up to break loose, so the enigma placed his knees on either side of his hips to keep him still. "While you were running circles around the room, changing direction every ten seconds and speeding up to prove you could escape, I was just walking. I didn't need to catch you at the start."

Louis lowered the bend of his knees until he was sitting fully on the omega's thighs and bent Harry's free arm until both wrists were cuffed, the omega laughing nervously at being at his mercy like that.

"In the end you were already slowing down."

"That's not true!"

"Yes it is, you were tired." The enigma ran his hands through his fringe and licked his lips. "Your steps didn't sound the same."

"I wasn't," he smiled. "The room isn't that big, that's the reason."

"Uh-huh, and that's why you stopped speeding up two laps ago and started looking back more than you looked forward. You were watching where I was, not where you were going."

Harry opened his mouth to reply, then closed it again. He hadn't noticed himself doing all that, though he had been keeping an eye on where Louis was, he hadn't thought Louis would notice. He supposed policemen really did pay attention to details.

Louis smiled when he saw his omega's lips form a pout, lowered his gaze beyond his slumped shoulders to rest instead on his backside, that handful that fit perfectly in his hands and that he loved to squeeze between his fingers.

The fabric of the shorts barely covered the upper half of his skin, revealing the soft expanse of milky skin that Harry always complained about because it didn't tan like Louis'. The omega wasn't wet by any means, but the sweat on his body made his pheromones smell wonderful, and Louis just wanted to bury his nose in his neck.

The enigma lowered his head to the nape of Harry's neck, where a few beads of sweat dampened the short curls at the back of his neck and where Louis knew that, if he bit the skin, Harry would go completely limp. The omega's neck and nape were Louis' favourite places to snuggle up; it always smelled of home there.

Louis closed his eyes for a moment, letting Harry's pheromones fill him completely. It didn't matter how tired he was, or how difficult the day had been; as long as he could smell him, everything was alright again.

He was so absorbed in smelling his partner that he didn't notice the position he'd ended up in was a little more provocative.

Since he'd straddled Harry's thighs, leaning forward to smell him and supporting his weight with his hands on either side of the curly head, his crotch was wedged between Harry's cheeks, pressing against his opening with just enough weight for the omega to feel it perfectly.

A very soft gasp snapped him out of his thoughts, and the scent—which had remained calm and normal—took a turn Louis knew all too well, introducing a hint of something much sweeter. Louis recognised it from when the kisses turned rough and Harry ended up wet against his body.

"Is it that easy?" He lifted his head slightly, speaking just loud enough for the omega to hear. "I didn't know running across the room turned you on, omega."

"Oh, come on," Harry lifted his chin; his hands were starting to go numb from the position and the weight, but he was willing to put up with it if Louis was planning to do something more promising. "It's your fault."

Louis rolled his eyes, though the omega couldn't see him, and thrust his hips forward just once, pressing against the omega's covered opening, which was surely starting to dampen the fabric of his underwear.

Louis was still wearing his work trousers; although they were already creased, they still felt heavy on his legs, and he had to stand up to undo his belt. He remained firm in his resolve not to take his omega on the floor, but there were other things he could do without putting his bones at risk.

His member was already starting to harden beneath the fabric of his underwear, those boxers Harry had bought him a size smaller than he usually wore because, according to the omega, they made his bum look great. He took off his t-shirt and unzipped his trousers before stepping back.

He picked up a decorative cushion from the sofa and switched off the television, which had been paused halfway through the film. He placed the cushion on the floor next to Harry's hips and, using a couple of fingers, pulled the waistband of the shorts down to his thighs.

"Shit…"

"Hmm, enigma," Harry moaned, running his fingers over his lower back. The lace knickers had a thin string that nestled between his cheeks and made them look rounder. "Do you like them?"

"Oh, come on. You know I do," Louis ran a hand over his pale cheek before leaving a pink mark as he slapped his hand against the muscle. "They make your arse look obscene."

He couldn't wait any longer, so he spread Harry's knees apart with his own and lay face down on the carpet, lifting Harry's hips with one hand and slipping the pillow underneath. The fabric between the omega's legs was beginning to show a wet patch where the lubricant had moistened it.

He moved the lace gusset to one side, revealing his omega's flushed opening, with a few drops of lube trickling down his cleft to his testicles and inner thighs. He saw Harry's body tense, and a thicker drop of viscous fluid trickled out as he relaxed, leaving a sweet trail in its wake.

It didn't take Louis long to lick his lips before plunging himself completely between the omega's legs, onto that spot that sent shivers down both their spines and from which Louis always emerged satisfied. He opened his mouth wide and closed his lips over the warm skin, swallowing hard so that the only thing he could taste was Harry on his tongue.

A moan escaped Harry's lips, loud against the silence, broken only by the sound of Louis' sucking and their both heavy breathing. His knees trembled slightly against the floor at a particularly strong suck; Louis had him firmly gripped by the hips, and the omega already knew it was impossible to escape the grip of an enigma.

The slippery fluid leaked a little from the enigma's mouth as he gasped for air; it trickled down his lower lip and chin, dripping slightly onto the stubble covering his chin. Harry's hole contracted as he felt the enigma's tongue push against his rim, pushing just past the entrance and making an obscene sound when it succeeded.

Louis spread Harry's cheeks wider with both hands, digging his thumbs into the soft flesh so he could push his tongue in further. He thrust it in with messy, wet strokes, slurping noisily every time he withdrew to swallow another mouthful of fluids. The wetness ran down his neck, soaking the front of his knickers and dripping onto the pillow beneath the omega.

He didn't care; he carried on eating him, sucking on the rim, licking broad strokes and pressing his rough stubble against the swollen, overstimulated skin until Harry sobbed.

"You're so wet," Louis pulled back slightly, bringing his hands closer until his thumbs encircled his entrance and slid in without resistance; he bent them and took advantage of the fact that the omega was open to moan, watching him drip.

He plunged in again, thrusting his tongue deep whilst his nose pressed against the lace still trapped between Harry's cheeks. Each lick was noisier, wetter and messier than the last, and Harry's fluids kept flowing out, thick and sweet, covering the entire lower half of Louis' face.

"Enigma!" Harry squirmed slightly, shrugging his shoulders; his throat was dry from being unable to close his lips and his knees ached. "W-wait… T-that's too much, wait!"

"Mhm, stay still," Louis murmured against his skin, sending a shiver down his spine to the nape of his neck, he placed a heavy hand on his handcuffed wrists and carried on with his task.

Harry's whole body shook as Louis sucked hard on the rim of his hole, and then he came, moaning at having to soil his pillow whilst his cock throbbed, untouched, against the cushion. Thick jets of cum splattered the fabric as his hole throbbed and clenched around Louis' tongue, the fluid gushing out in erratic pulses that Louis chased with his open mouth.

"Shit- Lou!" Harry fluttered his eyelids open, feeling heavy and with his lips a little parched, but Louis hadn't stopped and the swirling sensation in his lower abdomen returned all too soon. "That's too much, ugh."

However, Louis didn't seem to hear him. He kept his face pressed tightly between Harry's cheeks, sliding his tongue in and out throughout Harry's orgasm, licking up every new wave of fluid as Harry's voice turned into high pitched sounds.

He withdrew his thumbs from Harry's hole, but his tongue remained close by as his index finger slid back in without pause, until the palm of his hand cradled Harry's cheek and his tongue licked around it. He had to prepare him properly or he wouldn't be able to take his knot, so soon a second finger joined the first and spread him open again to savour him.

Harry lay limp on the floor, his cheek streaked with a few tears pressed flat against the carpet, feeling Louis' fingers open him up little by little, followed by a third; the roughness of the enigma's stubble scraped against his skin, and he grew even wetter at the sensation.

Louis held him firmly, thrusting the three fingers with steady, deep strokes. He curved them just enough, rubbing that spot inside him until Harry's thighs trembled and another wave of pleasure shook him, causing more fluid to trickle from his mouth.

At last, Harry was able to catch his breath a little when Louis took out his fingers from inside him with a click and his mouth left the place between Harry's legs. The omega's body tensed and relaxed a couple of times under the enigma's hungry gaze; he gave him a couple of minutes to catch his breath, stroking his lower back in circles whilst Harry's chest heaved and his tears dried on his flushed face.

"Good omega."

Louis knelt down, his arms resting with his hands on his hips and his jaw aching slightly, though he had no regrets. He pulled Harry's shorts and panties down, licking his fingers when they became stained from the couple of orgasms he'd given the omega, and took off his t-shirt, baring his chest so that Harry would feel more comfortable.

He stood up after swallowing a couple of times, looking for the giant glass of water that Harry always carried around with him and which looked like a blender, but he couldn't find it. He wanted a drink and knew that Harry dehydrated quickly, but he wasn't ready to stop what they were doing just yet.

He stretched his arms above his head and saw Harry wriggling his arms, so he looked for the small key to the handcuffs to remove them and improve his circulation. As he did so, he took off his trousers and underwear, pulling the key from his pocket and approaching the trembling omega.

"Lift me up," Harry looked at him, speaking very softly and with a hoarse voice, almost as if he'd been shouting too much. "I can't feel my legs."

Louis laughed and removed both handcuffs before standing up with Harry in his arms; he sat down on the floor and stretched out his legs to let the omega straddle him. He saw that his thighs were still trembling and a pout had formed on his lips.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?" Harry licked his lips; his mouth was a bit dry, with a thin trickle of saliva that had run from his lips down to his cheek, and he wiped it away with the baggy t-shirt, ending taking it off. "You've made a mess of my nap pillow."

"Uh?" He followed his gaze and they both looked at the wet pillow. "You're the one who made a mess of it."

"No, you made me do it."

"Oh, really? I didn't tell you to cum there," Louis ran his hands over his bare sides, cupped his full pectorals from the sides and kissed his pout. "I'll wash it tomorrow afternoon, baby."

Harry seemed satisfied with his answer and stopped pouting; he ran his free hands over his thighs and pinched the skin between his fingers when he saw they were still trembling, but he liked it, he liked that Louis was so desperate to make him feel good, and that he was definitely a eater.

"Someone hasn't calmed down yet," Harry smiled as he felt it; Louis' hardness rested against his thigh and looked so good he wanted to take it into his mouth, it always felt marvellous when he choked on it.

"I don't know, an omega left me hanging when I gave him two amazing orgasms; I left him with his legs shaking and nothing," he dramatised, using the same technique as Harry by pouting manipulatively. "I'm going to die like this, abandoned by the love of my life."

Harry burst out laughing then, a loud laugh that revealed that pair of dimples Louis adored kissing whenever the omega tried his hand at baking and ended up covered in flour in the kitchen. He knew his enigma was over-dramatising; he wasn't the sort to grant sexual favours for nothing, he only did it because he wanted to, and sometimes just for Harry's pleasure, not his own—but still.

He kissed him after laughing, his lips relaxed and pulling a slight grimace as he tasted himself in his partner's mouth, and knowing he didn't like the taste of his own lube, he ended the kiss almost as soon as it began.

It was Louis' turn to laugh then.

"Kiss me again, come on," Louis said, tugging at a long lock of curls at the back of his head. "I don't even taste much of you now, it's all down my throat."

The enigma kissed his cheek, moving up his side to his ear, where he found the small hoop and took hold of the earring with his teeth, tugging ever so slightly on the material to send a shiver down his spine.

"You taste incredible, I don't know why you're embarrassed," he bit his neck, just below his ear, and finished at his beautiful collarbones, where he longed to leave a mark so that all the pretentious chefs in the restaurant would stop flirting with his omega. "I like knowing that it was me who fucked your throat when I kiss you."

"Hmm," he moaned, his lips parted and already dripping again. "I'm just like being shy, I like it too…"

Louis smiled, biting the tip of his tongue, and kissed him again. Deeper this time, with his lips parted and his tongue just beginning to slip into Harry's mouth. Their teeth clinked slightly as Harry shifted his weight onto his hands and braced himself against Louis' shoulders; they laughed softly for a moment before settling themselves more comfortably.

Louis' fingers sank into Harry's cheeks as he settled himself, spreading the muscles wide to leave his hole exposed. He held them firmly apart, Harry's body shuddered at the contact, his hole still sensitive and contracting with every brush of air against his damp skin.

He released one of Harry's cheeks, lowering his hand between their bodies to take his own erection between his fingers. Harry thought Louis was enormous, it was very thick at the base, and the tip always tickled him inside as if it could pierce right through his body. He aligned the wet tip against Harry's entrance for a moment, simply letting the omega feel it there.

"I need to open you up more, hang on."

The omega's wetness was enough for him to slide a couple of fingers in again without any trouble, all the way to the hilt as Harry let out a soft moan. He added a third finger, then a fourth, pushing all four in at once. The stretch was considerable, Harry's hole opened wide around Louis' knuckles as he moved them relentlessly in and out.

Harry moaned a little louder, his body trembling with sensitivity after having already had two orgasms. Louis curled his fingers, rubbing that spot inside him that was already swollen, whilst his free hand held one of Harry's cheeks to one side.

"Fuck, you always take four really well," he whispered. "But you'll still be nice and tight for my knot, won't you?"

Harry nodded barely, clasping his arms around Louis' shoulders and letting his forehead drop onto his collarbone, which was barely covered in sweat. He spread his legs a little wider, relaxing his body as he always did; it was better if he was calm, and Louis would take it better that way.

The enigma continued to push the four fingers deeper, spreading them wider with each thrust, loosening Harry up and making him drip all over his hand. Harry's legs trembled more violently, his entrance contracting and throbbing around the intrusion whilst Louis watched every reaction to make sure Harry wasn't uncomfortable.

He withdrew his fingers shortly afterwards with a wet sound, leaving Harry's hole quivering and closing up against the emptiness. He took himself in his wet hand and thrust a couple of times before aligning himself with Harry, letting his omega's lubricant make him even slipperier.

He gave Harry a couple of pats to get him to squat down; it was easier if Harry planned to ride him, as he'd be able to lower him onto his length with more control. He gripped him by the hips and the heavy head pushed past the ring of muscles with a thrust, and they both moaned as they felt it.

Harry liked it when Louis gripped him firmly and thrust his length all the way to the base without pause, but Louis left just the head inside for so long that the omega had to let go of Louis' hands and let himself slide down as slowly as he could until he was back on his knees.

There was always a part Harry couldn't reach without the enigma's help; the broad base where Louis' marvellous knot sat was what finally entered his body when he was most relaxed on top of him, but at that moment he felt so eager to please his partner that he let himself drop in one swift movement all the way to the base.

"Omega, for fuck's sake…"

Harry gasped, his eyes widening. The sensation of stretching was immediate and overwhelming. Louis' member felt huge inside him, thicker than four fingers, filling every inch of his canal until there was no space left. Harry's abdomen rippled with the pressure, he could feel its shape pressing outwards, pushing deep into his insides. He was so full it bordered on pain, the stretching was so deep and sharp it made his thighs tremble.

Louis felt the tension in Harry's body and tilted his head, planting gentle kisses on Harry's flushed cheeks, the bridge of his nose and his parted lips. His scent, on the other hand, revealed nothing but the sheer arousal he was feeling, and a little lubricant seeped from his body, coating the enigma's member.

At the same time, he slid his hand down to stroke Harry's hardened member; it was small in his hand, wet at the tip and flushed from lack of attention. He took hold of it at the base and wrapped his free arm around Harry's waist, letting the omega get used to the stretch before moving.

The dual sensation made Harry's hips jerk forwards, thrusting against the enigma's hand and clenching his canal so tightly that Louis gasped. He still felt very full; he was beginning to think he'd never quite get used to the sensation, but that was fine if it was going to feel just as good every time.

Louis kissed his temple again, moving his wrist up and down with a tight grip so that his tip would release fluid with every thrust, revelling in how the omega's body clung to his at every point where they were connected.

Harry could feel it all, how the thickness stretched his rim and the way his breathing was cut short, he couldn't take deep breaths and ended up gasping after trying. He squeezed Louis' shoulder to make him look up, and soon saw the enigma's face close to his own.

"I can't ride you, 'm too tired" he gasped, he felt tired and was beginning to realise that the carpet was very uncomfortable, which was why Louis was trying not to take him there. "You do it."

"Come on, omega," Louis kissed the tip of his nose, smiling smugly. "You made fun of my knees, so you do it."

"I'm tired, I don't want to."

He couldn't say any more, as Louis lifted him off his body and the emptiness was felt right up to his chest. Louis spun him round quickly, until his back collided with his own tattooed chest, and entered him again in a single movement, leaving his legs spread out to either side of his own knees.

"I always have to do all the work," Louis said, accompanying his words with the first thrust.

He lifted Harry by the crease behind his knees and Harry clung to his thighs, trying to hold on to something. Louis raised him until only the tip remained inside and let him drop as slowly as possible, right to the base.

The sensation was wet, he could feel every part of Louis' length sliding out and back in again as if that were its rightful place, housing it inside his body to feel complete.

The enigma maintained a rough pace from the start, beginning with a thrust that left Harry gasping for breath and a moan escaping his own lips. He held Harry suspended in the air by the back of his knees and made sure his legs were clamped tightly together so he could feel that same tightness inside him.

Every time he lowered him all the way in, Harry was left gasping for breath, his breathing coming in ragged gasps that only robbed him of what little air remained in his lungs. His rim stretched so tightly around Louis' deflated knot that he feared for a moment he might actually tear him.

Harry's fingers dug into Louis' skin, leaving marks with his blunt nails and the odd scratch whenever he felt too full. The carpet was burning the backs of Louis' thighs from the force, but he wasn't going to complain if it meant Harry kept moaning his name the way he'd been doing since they'd started.

"You're so tight, omega…" He lifted him up for the umpteenth time before dropping him down harder, though he wasn't thrusting all the way in anymore, just halfway. "Ugh, babe."

He opted for that rhythm instead, leaving half his cock inside Harry for longer and then sliding it all the way down to the base with a slap, thanks to all the lubricant Harry kept leaking around the thickness that took his breath away.

Harry felt fuller this way; he felt his body opening up in the best possible way to receive Louis, as if he were being split in two and fainting, because his partner was the best in bed when it came to him.

Louis' precum, which kept oozing from his tip, and the omega's own lubrication stained his erection, only for the mixture of fluids to be thrust back deep into Harry's body with every powerful thrust.

Harry's head fell back against the enigma's shoulder, his hot, sweat drenched skin felt sticky where their bodies touched, and the up and down motion was almost painful when all Harry wanted was to curl up in the overwhelming pleasure he was feeling.

He could feel every vein in Louis' shaft brushing against his inner walls, that swelling at the base growing larger with every passing second, and his own erection had returned between his trembling legs.

Louis decided that Harry's cry of surprise at being so full right down to the base ever since they'd started was just what he needed to change position again.

Sometimes, the omega would forget just how powerful alphas could be, but Louis' strength, combined with his enigma nature, was like having ten alphas in one; so he was taken aback when Louis clasped his hands behind Harry's neck, with his legs wrapped around the crooks of his elbows, bending him almost in half.

He felt more exposed like this, filled to bursting and with his worn, wet hole begging for more than his body could bear. The new angle allowed the tip of Louis' cock to protrude from Harry's stomach, right where it belonged.

"See? Damn, I love it when I can see myself through you."

Seeing his bulging stomach and knowing he always ended up even fuller with his cum seemed to arouse Louis even more, as he renewed his thrusts with greater force, having to brace his shoulders against the sofa behind him to gain momentum.

Harry felt a strange pressure in his stomach, right where Louis was thrusting into him, but it was a different sensation to the one he felt when he was close to coming, it was more like a turbulent whirlpool that he could feel all the way down to his legs, like a numbness, or a tingle.

Ignoring it, Louis thrust deeper into him, and the knot was now almost half as large as it was when it swelled, so that his hardness struggled slightly to push past its rim. The Enigma eased off a little afterwards, as he realised Harry was breathing very shallowly and the position wasn't going to help that.

He took a second to take a deep breath, leaving Harry sitting sideways on his lap so they could both rest a little. The omega slumped into his arms and a lazy smile appeared on his pink lips, he was fine.

"Just so you know, I'm going to sacrifice my knees for you."

Harry laughed softly and groaned a little when Louis set him down on the carpet, he spread his legs and felt a sense of emptiness. He watched the enigma kneel between his legs, and his ankles settled where they belonged—on Louis' shoulders.

Harry wasn't as flexible as he'd been at university when he'd done yoga, but even so, Louis met no resistance from his thighs as he leaned forward to clasp Harry's hands above his head.

He stretched the omega and wiggled his hips until his tip caught against Harry's open slit once more, sliding in right up to the start of the knot that was beginning to form. He saw Harry's eyes fill with tears of pure pleasure and planted a kiss on his ankle, where a thin gold chain adorned his limb.

The carpet stung his knees and he winced, but he was too preoccupied with other things to complain, he'd do that later, after a hot bath and some ointment on the grazes.

The sensation Harry had felt earlier returned with much greater intensity, he wondered if perhaps his third orgasm was approaching, or if he'd simply forgotten how multiple, non stop orgasms made him feel, or maybe it was just a sensation his omega was feeling deep inside. He wasn't going to worry about it when far more important things were happening.

Louis thrust into him faster now that they were in a position where he had more control over his movements. Harry would sometimes tease him when he put him in what he considered the most basic positions, but he always ended up keeping quiet after all the orgasms the enigma gave him.

It's the technique, Louis had said the first time.

Louis was thrusting hard, so hard that Harry's back was rubbing against the carpet and he had to arch his hips to better receive his partner. He was left breathless again, but he didn't really mind, he was thoroughly aroused and his arsehole kept dripping lubricant onto Louis.

The omega cried out loud as the sensation of another orgasm washed over him, taking complete control of his body, and he threw his head forward, so close to Louis that he bit his neck as he came, thick, whitish fluid spilling onto his own stomach and a little higher up on Louis'.

Louis didn't stop; if anything, he thrust harder and slowed down, knowing that his omega was becoming sensitive and that his swollen prostate was causing him unpleasant sensations if he was already overstimulated.

"E-Enigma!" the sensation from before returned, much stronger, and his thighs trembled so violently that Louis stopped. "Don't stop!"

"What? B-but, why are you shaking so much?"

The words turned to mist in Harry's head, because as soon as he heard Louis' hoarse voice so close to his ear, a shiver ran through his entire body and, as he clenched up completely, the whirlpool turned into a bubble that simply burst.

His vision blurred slightly, so he couldn't see the enigma's furrowed brow, nor hear him when he told him he was a good omega; all he knew was that a clear liquid spurted from the tip of his member in a powerful jet, straight towards Louis' chest.

He went completely limp on the floor, squeezed Louis' hands, which were holding him down, just one more time, and a cry escaped his lips, followed by a series of loud moans. The fluid left a trail of pheromones on the enigma's body, and Harry was satisfied with that; the police secretaries would stop talking to him so much, he smiled.

That cloud of bliss was slightly shattered when the enigma renewed his thrusts, much faster and harder than at any point during the night, wringing gasps from the omega's exhausted throat and more gasps from his own weary chest.

Harry had never done that before. Louis knew about such things, but he'd never imagined he'd become one of those men who took pride in bringing their omegas to such heights of pleasure that they squirt all over them. He was one now, so a smug smile appeared on his lips and didn't leave his face until he came with a moan.

His cock was the biggest thing Harry had ever had inside him, it was one of the best things he'd ever experienced in his whole life, and he was happy to be the one taking it. A little more fluid oozed from the tip and soaked Louis' chest even more, but he didn't notice it as much as the first time.

"Babe, fuck," Louis grimaced, finally letting go of Harry's legs and turning their bodies so that he was back on his back again. "Can you hear me? Shit, that was good."

"Lou."

"I'm here, babe," he kissed his eyelids, licking away the remaining tears that trickled down the sides of his eyes. "Did you see that? I didn't know you could do that."

"Hmm, it felt… weird."

"Good weird?"

"Good weird."

Harry groaned a little; the pressure of his own body lying on his stomach on Louis' firm stomach was a bit uncomfortable. The enigma hadn't stopped coming since his knot had finished swelling, and the omega felt very full, his stomach felt tight and his hole much fuller and more open.

"I love you," the enigma kissed his bitten lips, his eyes were shining and Harry knew it was true; he could feel it in his chest, in his stomach and even in his fingernails.

"Love you more,” he returned the kiss, moaning as their tongues met and tightening his passage a little more until Louis moaned into the kiss, biting his lip. "But I need to sit down or I'm going to explode."

Louis chuckled softly, but wrapped one arm around Harry's back and pushed himself up with the other, settling into a seated position with his knees bent so that the omega could lean against them. A grunt of satisfaction filled his chest and Harry blushed under his gaze.

Of course he loved him.