Al had done everything -- gods, short of shoving his nose under his paws, he'd done everything to try and block it out. And nothing had worked. Edmund's scent hung heavy over the room, driving under his skin, and he felt every twitch and roll, every gasp.
And still, Edmund mused about what might happen, casually calling up every image Al was trying to suppress.
"Edmund, please," he gasped, shoving down further. Those thoughts weren't helping either of them. Al had no idea what might happen if he knotted Edmund like this, when he was ripe and fertile, but he knew it would destroy him. It would probably wreck their pride, even if Edmund didn't catch. Edmund's reputation could be salvaged maybe, with careful concealment. But Al-- if peter killed him, it would be a kindness. Because he would never get over Edmund. It was already too late, probably.
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Date: 2017-08-29 06:29 pm (UTC)And still, Edmund mused about what might happen, casually calling up every image Al was trying to suppress.
"Edmund, please," he gasped, shoving down further. Those thoughts weren't helping either of them. Al had no idea what might happen if he knotted Edmund like this, when he was ripe and fertile, but he knew it would destroy him. It would probably wreck their pride, even if Edmund didn't catch. Edmund's reputation could be salvaged maybe, with careful concealment. But Al-- if peter killed him, it would be a kindness. Because he would never get over Edmund. It was already too late, probably.