Omegaverse is at 2k and I’m wiped - it’s gonna have to be finished tomorrow. It’s really getting out of hand, alksjdfklsjdf. But here’s another preview!
“This isn’t,” Harry begins, clearing his throat. His voice is rough, a shade deeper with restrained desire, and Eggsy can feel himself sweat at the sound of it. “This isn’t what Merlin meant, when he said we had twenty-four hours to spend with our candidates.”
Eggsy licks his lips, catches Harry’s eyes flicking down to watch his tongue. A shiver of heat runs down his spine, ripples across his skin. He’s imagine this, but it’s nothing like really being on the receiving end of Harry’s stare, nothing like having his nose full of their intermingling scents, heady and sharp.
“More than twenty-four hours,” he replies, the thought no sooner flickering across his mind than it is out of his mouth.
“Pardon?” Harry asks, eyebrows raised.
Fuck. Eggsy inhales, exhales shakily. “My heats usually last longer than twenty-four hours. More like-” he nearly gasps at the next gush, the renewed wetness as his body prepares itself for what’s to come - what it thinks is to come. “-like eighty, usually.”
“Three days?” Harry’s breath hitches and his nostrils flare, again, when Eggsy nods - and god, it’s like saying the words is summoning the fervor of his heat, advancing the horizon line of his inevitable mate-drive delirium. Eggsy’s pulse thrums under his skin, which is too warm, too tight - he squirms in his seat, blinking through the distraction of how all of this feels. He’s never done this - never been in the same room as an alpha so close to his heat, let alone one like Harry. Fuck, he’s going to leave a puddle on this seat if he doesn’t - he doesn’t -