And he surrendered as he had never been able to before all of this began. His shoulders relaxed and his fierce struggling even while being knotted subsided, his thighs only giving soft trembles from being rammed into the cement so often in the last while. He kept his face buried into the crook of the Soldier's neck, breathing in the rich scent of the alpha, letting it fill his head with - no doubt - false promises. Their bond wasn't absolute; the bite hadn't been right over the gland after all, but it was strong in the time of their mating. As he was wrapped up in those often brutal mismatched arms, he slipped his own around the Soldier's back, holding on lightly.

His eyes closed, his breath evening to little huffs as pleasure continued to assault him, taking the edge off of the pain of previous brutality. Slowly, unbidden, his fingers began to trace along the bunches of muscles that rose powerfully on the Soldier's back, starting high over the shoulders and working his way down. As if he was finally committing this alpha's shape, scent and feel to his memory.

In the pitch dark with no sound, he would be able to identify this alpha immediately. Scent and touch was a powerful tool, but never before had he allowed himself to do this, always struggling and fight his very instincts. Now, he was committing it all to memory in the purely omega part of his brain. Safety came with remembrance after all.