Fics like Miami Vice

"Are you in heat, Jude?" "Ngh..." The sound escapes him, despite how he tries to smother it, as Erling leans down to nose against his uncovered scent gland. Here, his chocolate smell is the strongest, and Erling's eyes flutter closed as he breathes it in greedily. "No," Jude mutters, but he's sneaking a hand up the back of Erling's neck, skimming over his undercut to wind into the blonde hair gathered on the back of his head. He uses it to mash the alpha's nose against his neck, his resolve weakening the longer Erling breathes him in. "You smell so good," he murmurs. "How far out are you?" "Mmph..." Jude whimpers, and his fists come up to twist in the dark fabric of Erling's hoodie. "A couple of days." "Fuck." Erling pulls away, but Jude tightens his grip, keeping him close. "You have a game soon." "In four days," Jude mutters. "So I need this out of my system." He suddenly grabs Erling by the collar, hauling him in so that their pelvises touch. "Help me." Or: Bellingham is showing signs of pre-heat. Just like in the old days, Håland helps him out.

Fics like Miami Vice

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