Literature
Morning-After High (USUK)
The man was hell in high heels and oh dear God, Alfred was in love.
It had all started as a joke. Alfred had recently lost his job and was feeling down in the dumps so what better way, Gilbert had thought, to cheer him up than take him to a strip joint where the Omega scent was thick in the air.
Alfred had never felt so alive in all of his life (clichéd, he knew, but totally true). Every nerve in his body sang sweet hallelujah as the scent shot right to his Alpha brain, muddling his thoughts and making his skin prickle in anticipation. It was kind of an understatement to say he was excited, really.
“So, having fun?” Gilber