[ Thomas mewls at the hand on his stomach, and then there's another too and then Heartland's palming at the front of his pants and he groans loudly, cock twitching. ]

Yes, yes, sir...

[ He's so full, so stuffed, and now Heartland's going to give him the knot and stuff him up even further and so Thomas squirms his way off of Heartland's lap abruptly, ignoring the protest from his hormones at leaving so that he can start toward the bedroom.

(he has to-- has to find somewhere safe, can't be open with it)

(has to find somewhere to nest and he'll be all filled up with an alpha's come and then he can hide there, can't he, hide in a nest that stinks of alpha protection and if he's good, if he's a good omega then he'll be filled up and then he'll swell up and he can hide away, be protected from anyone who might try to take him away)

(because this is where he belongs, isn't it?) ]