January 23, 2018

Armie Hammer sat on his laptop, scrolling through the page for the 2018 Oscar nominations, his other hand running through the mop of black hair resting in his lap. His hand clenched in the locks when he saw that their film, Call Me By Your Name, was nominated for best picture, though a smile broke out on his face when he saw the name Timothee Chalamet in the category for Best Actor. He moved the laptop off of his chest and pulled the smaller body up to his face.

"You amaze me without even trying sometimes Timmy. You got the nomination." Timothée looked up at Armie's smiling face and leapt from the older man's lap, jumping around the room in a very omegan way, they tended to be more expressive in their emotions unlike Alpha's, they tended to be more reserved and closed.

"I can't believe it this is like a dream I'm nominated for an Oscar oh my god I can't believe it I have to tell my mom wait did you get one oh god now I feel bad I swear I was rooting for you man I really –"

"Timmy." Armie rarely used his alpha voice, it was only meant to calm down a panicking omega or beta, but he didn't want Timmy to go into that self hatred thing he got whenever Armie didn't also get a nomination.

Timothée walked back to the bed and flopped on Armie's chest, a sad "sorry" leaving his smooshed lips.

"Don't be sorry Timmy, it's no one's fault and I'm not even mad. Let's not even think about me because holy shit you got nominated for best actor I'm so proud of you." Armie kissed his red cheeks and cuddled into his neck, breathing in Timmy's warming scent. They didn't speak for a couple of minutes, Armie just breathed in Timmy's neck and Timmy drifted into a headspace as he breathed in Armie's calming scent.

"Do you wanna go out tonight? A celebration of sorts? Are you up for something like that?" Timothée looked up and pondered that thought for a moment, they hadn't been out for so long that it would be nice for them to go and have food made for them.

"I'm down man. Fancy or casual?"

"Fancy." Timothée squinted up at Armie when the man answered too fast for comfort.

"What are you planning Alpha of mine?" Armie at least had the decency to look sheepish.

"Me?" He pointed an innocent finger to himself. " How could I, a lowly Alpha, be up to something?"

Timothée lifted one brow before stepping off the bed and walking to their shared closet, opening the doors as well as pulling off his oversized shirt that may or may not have been one of Armie's. Armie drank in the sight of milky skin flushed with fading bite marks, licking his lips as he lifted himself from the bed and slunk to an unsuspecting Timmy.

"Should I wear a suit or a-"

His sentence was cut short when Armie spun him around and slammed their mouths together, his large hands trailing down to the soft silky smooth ass that felt so good in his hands. He lifted Timmy by the two globes till their bodies were slotted together, cocks hard and rubbing against one another.

Armie loved to pick Timmy up, loved to show him how strong his Alpha was. And Timothée craved those large hands touching every part of his body till he as a whimpering mess for his Alpha. Their mutual friend Elizabeth loved them but hated going out with them, they would eye-fuck each other at the table and would generally go to the bathroom to fuck in a stall before any food came. She would usually roll her eyes and play on her phone as she waited, smirking at them when they returned, Armie usually looking a little too happy and Timothée looking throughly ravished.

Armie released Timmy's mouth and let him down, smiling at the red cheeks and misty eyes that were looking up at him.

"I'll wear the suit, just wear something comfy." Armie smirked as he slapped Timmy's ass, which shifted the omega further into the closet, and earned a playful glare. Armie reached forward and picked out a Tom Ford suit, they just made him look so good he didn't understand it, and walked to the bathroom. He set the suit on the rack on the shower, his calm demeanor vanishing from his core.

He kneeled and pulled out all the cleaning supplies, he knew Timmy would never look here he swears all he learned in school was that omega's cleaned and cooked and while Timmy liked to cook you couldn't pay that boy to clean a toilet. He spotted a purple bag in there that he had never seen before, but decided not to investigate it. He saw it sitting there, the small box that held the one question that would make him the happiest Alpha in the world. He picked it up and set it on the counter, putting on his suit and slipping it into his suit pocket.

He had planned this awhile ago, he had thought the Golden Globes would be perfect, but when Timmy had lost he had decided against it. But now, an amazing nomination in his pocket and a few more award shows to do before this was all over, now was the perfect time to ask him. An ugly part of Armie reared up, he had to do it now before someone else tried to come in and steal his Omega. He could only see a future with Timmy, them wearing matching bands and Timmy fat with his pups. It would be perf-

"Hurry up! Some of us need help to look amazing." Armie smiled and opened the bathroom door, raising an eyebrow at the half ass dressed Timmy.

"All yours babe." Armie smirked as Timmy went red and rushed into the bathroom slamming the door behind him.

They made it to some fancy restaurant that Timmy had never heard of in record time, just missing the five o'clock traffic, though no one could prove that Armie had spent the whole ride driving with one hand on the wheel and the other down Timmy's pants.

The place was so fancy they needed reservations and Timmy made a guess that they had been made waaay in advance.

"Two for Hammer." The stewardess eyes widened before a smile broke out on her face. She grabbed two menus and led them to a reserved area that was away from prying eyes. She led them down and flitted away, leaving the two men alone.

Armie rounded the table and pulled out Timmy's chair, and then his own. They picked up the menus and Timmy nearly cringed at all the overpriced food. Who would pay $72 dollars for some steak? He wouldn't even pay that for his favorite burger.

"It seems like the prices triple every time I come here." Armie smiled at Timmy over the menu and waved down a waiter that had been lingering in the shadows.

"Two cheeseburgers, mid rare and rare, with fries and a bottle of champagne." The waiter nodded and sped away.

Timothée set down the menu and smiled at Armie, loving that he could read him so well. They made small talk, though Armie was visibly tenser than Timothée liked. Their burgers arrived quicker than they expected and a bucket of ice with the champagne was placed between them. Timothée smiled and dug into his burger, smiling at the taste of the expensive meat. Armie's leg shook under the table. Timothée put down his burger.

"Are you breaking up with me? You're nervous and you're never nervous because being nervous means you don't want to tell me something so what are you keeping from me?"

Armie nodded and his hands wrung on the table.

"Timmy, I've wanted to do this for a long time and now is better than never." Timothée's eyes widened as he looked at the Alpha that had risen from his chair.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you, want to have kids with you and I want to have every future with you. You are the light of my life and can't think of a life were you're not there. Will you, Timothee Chalamet, " Armie bent on one knee, small box in his hands, a smile as bright as the sun on his face.

"Marry me?"

Barely a second passed before Timothée had launched himself into Armie's arm, too many acceptances of his proposal leaving his mouth. Their mouths met and Armie practically devoured the smaller man's, loving the taste of actual Timmy mixed with the burger he had been eating. Armie stood and lifted the smaller man, setting him on the table and feasting on his supple neck. Timothée leaned his head back and moaned, the teeth nipping at his neck knew how to make his toes curl.

They made out for a few more moments, Timothée running his hands down to Armie's ass and squeezing, loving the growl that vibrated his throat and Armie was determined to make his new fiancées neck black and blue. He pushed his engorged cock in-between Timmy's legs, wishing he could turn him over and fuck him over their now cold burgers, but instead pulled away from Timmy, wanting to get him back to their home, their bed.

Armie threw down a few hundred dollar bills and grabbed the champagne bottle as well as Timmy, eyes scanning for the exit. He dragged Timmy behind him as he booked through the restaurant, the night air running through his hair and stinging his eyes. They found the car fairly quickly, though took another quick break for Armie to push Timmy against the car and kiss his lips till they were plump and shiny. They fumbled into the car and Armie knew he must've broken a few laws with his fast he was driving, though Timmy was partly to blame with the way he was rubbing himself through his pants.

The car pulled into their driveway and Timothée stumbled out of the car first, bounding across the lawn and into the house, his giggles only making Armie's chase more fun. He locked the car and briskly walked to the door, shutting it behind him and turning the lock. He listened for his giggly omega but only heard silence, which caused his eyebrows to crease and his lips to pull back and reveal a canine. He slunk through the room, nose out like a dog sniffing for a bitch in heat.

His eyes glowed when his nose lead him to their bedroom, knowing his little minx was waiting in their bed. Except when he opened the door no one was there, their bed still rumpled from their earlier activities. But an Alpha's nose was never wrong and he could smell Timmy in there. He turned his head and spotted the closed bathroom door, his grin returning once more.

"Now where could my little Timmy be hiding?"

The bathroom door opened and Armie's jaw nearly dropped.

Timothee had run to the bathroom and had stripped off his decently nice clothes, going under the sink and grabbing the lingerie he had ordered a few weeks ago. He had been trying to clean the bathroom, Armie had missed the toilet again and it was frankly gross as hell, when he had spotted the ring, and had then bought the lingerie, waiting for him to pop the question so he could surprise him.

Armie gazed at Timmy, who was wearing a red babydoll with matching panties, his hard cock just peeking over the elastic band. Though Timmy had no breasts the babydoll looked all too perfect on his smooth milky skin. But it got better as he went down. His legs were donned in stockings that were held up by elastic bands that connected to the panties. It was close to a garter belt, but there was no attachment at his waist. One of Timmy's hands was leaning on the door, and the other was holding some of Armie's rope. Armie nearly fell to his knees, wanting to crawl to the boy and be tied up himself, knowing he couldn't resist the body in front of him.

Timmy's face was different, his eyelashes were bigger, his lips a bright red and a light blush on his cheeks, though his hair still hung in a halo around his head. He was a sight to behold, and Armie wanted to wreck him.

Timothée moved from the door and sauntered to the bed, hips swaying with each step. The red panties hugged his ass like they were sculpted just for him, the bottom of the babydoll sweeping with his body movements. He perched himself on the bed and held the rope out to Armie, who was still frozen in shock, though the second Timmy fluttered his eyes and licked his cherry red lips, the spell was broken.

Armie swept forward and took the rope for Timmy, a deep needy growl leaving his chest. God, he wanted to destroy everything that this boy was. And he had the whole night to.

"On the bed." His voice went deeper than he expected but he smiled when Timmy obeyed, sitting himself in the middle of their messy bed. Armie loomed over him, "hands up" and worked at securing those lovely small hands to the metal columns of the headboard. He loved to tie up Timmy, loved to watch his long body stretched out on his covers, completely at his mercy. He tugged at the knot to make sure it was secure, grinning when it didn't budge, and sat back on his haunch's, staring at his masterpiece. He almost didn't know where to start.

He grinned like a true wolf and started at Timmy's feet, licking the clean soles through the stocking. He sucked the small toes into his mouth and lightly bit, loving the squeal that left the boy's lips. He kissed up the smooth ankles and nibbled his way to the knobby knees, placing open mouthed kisses on his skinny thighs. He had finally made it past the stocking and was at the top of Timmy's thighs. He could've not been a caveman and removed the belts by hand, but where was the fun in that?

Armie gripped the left elastic tie in his mouth and tore it off, the stocking immediately sliding down the leg. He repeated the action for the other leg and made sure to look at Timmy as he pulled the stockings all the way off. Armie moved back and bit into a thigh, holding down the body as it tried to arch into his mouth. He held his teeth in the skin for longer than necessary, and a few drops of blood dripped down his thigh when his teeth pulled out. He kissed the bruising skin and moved upwards to his pantie clad cock.

He breathed cold air on the tip and loved the way Timmy squirmed. He carefully gripped the panties with his front teeth and moved them down just enough for his cock to spring free, a bit of pre cum already pooled at the top. Timothée moaned as his cock stood up straight, though nearly yelled when Armie's hot mouth enveloped him whole. He tried to jut his hips up but Armie's other hand held him firmly to the bed. Broken moans left his lips as Armie sucked him to the root, his hips trying their hardest to cum down the warm wet throat at his mercy.

Armie could feel Timmy's body shaking and pulled his mouth away from his hard cock with a slurp, a string of saliva still connecting them. Armie grinned and kissed his way up Timmy's chest, leaving behind the cock that was just on the verge of cumming. Armie moved aside the babydoll, mouth stopping at the bra. He looked up to Timmy to give him a devious smile, since the next thing he did was tear it down the middle, wanting to reach his pink perky nipples. He sucked the left one as soon as it was free of the babydoll wanting to lave and bite at the sweet skin. He bit the nipple with his front teeth, not daring to bite with his incisor.

"A-Arm-Ah-Armieeee!" Armie loved how sensitive him nipples were. He gave the opposite one the same attention, finally moving away to reach Timmy's face, kissing the red lipstick covered lips. They kissed, Armie pouring as much love as he could into a single kiss and Timmy being all too eager to accept it.

Armie pulled back and smiled down at the debauched omega, his fiancée, his Timmy. His own cock was straining against the zipper on his slacks, and by the look on Timmy's face, it was about time to fuck his boy to another world. He hastily pulled off his own clothes, leaving him just a bared as Timmy. He kissed him once more, not wanting to leave the sweet lips, but knowing he could put them somewhere much better.

He moved down Timmy's body and stopped at his still hard cock, giving it a kitten lick before opening his legs and spotting his wet quivering hole. Timmy was practically hairless, his balls and hole free of any black hair, whereas Armie had hair everywhere and refused to shave it.

Armie lifted one soft leg onto his shoulder and kneeled down, breathing air onto the hole, just as he had previously done on his cock. He took one long swipe of his tongue and nearly moaned at the sweet taste of Timmy's slick. He was never an omega who produced gallons of it when aroused, he produced a little, but that little went a long way and should be considered a delicacy.

Armie dived in, tongue searching for every trace of that delicious slick, and searching for the button of pleasure that would send Timmy over the edge. He pulled the body closer, close as he could with Timmy's hands still attached to the headboard, and stuck his tongue as long as it could go. He smirked when Timmy's body jolted forward, a broken yelp leaving his lips when Armies tongue rubbed that pleasure button over and over. Timmy came with a howl, cum spurting from his cock and more slick coating Armie's tongue and lips.

Armie didn't stop though, wanting Timmy to get hard again so he could fuck him into the headboard. Timothée looked down at Armie's body, the man's head barely visible as he was between his legs eating everything he had to give. He arched when his cock plumped up once more, Armie's incessant tongue forcing his body back into an aroused state. His legs started to shake as his over sensitized hole wasn't given a break.

Armie finally pulled away when the leg on his shoulder began to shake, placing a final kiss on the sopping wet hole. He sat back on his legs and stared at Timmy, rubbing the leg on his shoulder. His other hand gripped his achingly hard cock and gave it a few rough strokes. He lightly kissed the ankle by his head and moved his body forward, cock sliding all the way into Timmy, which prompted the boy to let out a cross between a wail and a moan. Armie held himself balls deep in Timmy, though leaned over and kissed him once more, wanting to look at the boy as he fucked him.

Armie pulled back, to the tip, just to surge his hips forward and force a cry from the boys lips, though that cry was swallowed by Armie's lips. He repeated that action a few more times before he set a rough pace, simply fucking him so hard his whole body shook, his lips not able to form a complete sentence.

"Arm-Armie-eeeee fuck me fuck me fuck me Armie breed me. Wan-want-want you-r-r-r pups." It might've not been possible but Armie sped up his pace, Timmy's words spurring on something deep and primal in Armie, a want to see his omega fiancée fat with his children, his chest swollen with sweet sweet milk, the perfect nutrient for their newborn. He knew he could only impregnate Timmy in his heat, but there was never any harm in trying to pump a much of his cum into the boy, hoping it would take.

Armie lifted Timmy's other leg onto his shoulder and gripped the boys ass with his hands before he set a brutal pace, hands digging deep marks into the pale sweaty skin, new marks that would show every Alpha just who this omega belonged to. He thrusted a few more times before he could feel his knot forming, finally thrusting in and swirling his hips, allowing his knot to fully form inside Timmy. He took one had off Timmy's ass to grip the boys weeping cock and jack it off, loving when Timmy yelled as his cum once more shot all over his chest. His chest was a mess of cum and sweat, and was drying fast to his clammy skin.

Once Armie's knot fully popped, he moaned and leaned over Timmy, biting the area over the boys ribs with his mouth, stretching his lips open as far as they could go, biting various other places too. He bit his prominent collar bone, the side of his right nipple, and of course, his neck. Armie licked over the bruised skin and placed a final kiss on his neck. He reached up and undid the knot holding Timmy's wrists, smiling as they flopped onto the bed. Timmy smiled up at Armie, black locks spread out on the pillow, making him look like a fallen angel at the mercy of Armie's own devilish acts.

He couldn't move much, his pulsing knot prevented that, so he scooped his arms around Timmy and rearranged them, allowing Timmy to sleep on his chest while he slept against the headboard.

Armie kissed the mop of hair and shut his eyes, not taking mind to the heated scent permeating through the room.