never miss the mark

Hunter's words rang through Mekha's head as the Omega clumsily but steadily worked the Alpha's cock in his mouth. His ass stung from the hard smack Hunter hand laid on him before telling him how to suck him off the way he wanted, slick leaking between his cheeks and dripping down onto his thighs. He was bent over Hunter's lower body, mouth around that thick cock, driven by his instincts to make up for the lack of experience he had in this area to pleasure his Alpha.

Mekha knew he should be concerned by the way Hunter was talking, how he was still implying that this first time for Mekha wasn't actually his first time, that they he was playing innocent, that they were pretending. For some reason, his heart seized in his chest - couldn't his Alpha recognise that this wasn't a game? That Mekha was being truthful and open and vulnerable in a way he's never been before? He was so willing and eager to prove himself to this Alpha, his Alpha, so why couldn't Hunter see it?

That alone was enough to keep tears dripping down his face as he messily bobbed his head up and down Hunter's length. His cock was huge, filling his mouth, cheeks puffed out so hard they strained, and whenever Mekha accidentally got too low it blocked off his airway, making him gag. But he took it all as best he could, because this was Alpha's cock.

My Alpha. Mine.

Mekha ignored the whispers in the back of his head as he focussed on his task. Hunter's fingers rubbing at his stretched bottom lip made him shudder as the Alpha continued to instruct him further.

"Fuck, you're good at this game, kitten... It's actually hot. Keep at it... Pretend you're licking a lollipop... No teeth, just - tongue and lips. Lots of tongue, baby."

Tongue. Mekha could do tongue.

Looking up at the man with wet eyes, Mekha pulled himself off of Hunter's cock enough so that the other could see his tongue. He flattened it against the leaking, swollen head, tasting the saltiness as he dragged his tongue all the way down to the base. On the way back up, he licked at the underside, leaving trails of saliva before once again sucking the entire member into his mouth. He went too quickly by accident, spearing himself on Hunter's cock, letting out a short gagged noise before pulling off enough to start suckling the tip. Mekha also listened when Hunter told him to use his hands too, wrapping his small fingers around the base of that huge cock - fuck, he couldn't even reach the entire way around - pumping the skin he couldn't reach with his mouth, all in a bid to show his Alpha that he was a good omega more him.

Then, Mekha smelled something wonderful.

It was faint - barely there, especially with the strength of the sweet Omega pheromones saturating the room, but Mekha could detect something fresh. That had to be it - his Alpha's scent, seeping out just a little, because of him. Mekha let out a groan around Hunter's cock in delight, the vibrations loud and rumbly, his own member hardening now that he could identify his Alpha's scent. His eyes went hazy again, vision melting into blurs, and he bobbed his head up and down, spurred on by that glorious scent in the air that he knew came from his Alpha. He was almost crazed, moaning around Hunter's cock with delight, sloppily blowing him and getting his member all wet with his tongue and saliva.

Mekha was pulled off with a pop when Hunter reached for his chin, pulling him up. He panted, mouth aching from the stretch, settling atop the man's stomach, slick leaking from his quivering hole and onto the Alpha's skin.

"You're doing so well, baby... You'll make Alpha cum, just by doing that..."

Mekha mewled happily, leaning forward as if under a spell, so eager to show his Alpha how good he was for him. Then, Alpha will fuck me and knot me and breed me and claim me and-

"Kiss me. Kiss me with that pretty mouth... I'll teach you every little dirty thing you can do with it to make Alpha happy, alright kitten?"

Mekha moaned with delight, letting the Alpha capture his mouth in a wet and steamy kiss, giving him the intimacy he had been craving. The emptiness within him slowly started to fill, his inner Omega becoming more and more satisfied with how his heat was progressing.

"D'you like Alpha's cock... You think you can fit me in your mouth."

"M-mm, A-alpha's cock so good," Mekha moaned, his dick leaking onto Hunter's stomach. Hunter's fingers were back at his hole, fingering his opening, more sweet scented slick escaping him.

"I wanna fuck your throat... Wanna cum in your mouth and you're gonna drink me all up."

Bored he was not as his tongue tasted himself in the Omega’s mouth that he was now kissing so greedily. The Omega responded to him in such a way that should alarm him. Full submission. He asked and the man wiggled his lower body towards him. He would’ve been over it but this wasn’t the norm with this Omega. It was tooth and nail getting the man to admit to wanting to fuck him. And now, with just one touch, the other was putty in his hands… 

"M-mm, A-alpha's cock so good W-wanna try, w-want Alpha, please. W-want Alpha to fill me up, w-want it so bad. F-fuck my mouth Alpha, please-!"

The smirk that appeared on the side of his mouth was diabolical. He was aware of it and the thoughts that ran through his head, contemplating on ways he could destroy the Omega. He wasn’t in heat but that didn’t mean he wasn’t capable of losing control of his own desires. He was more dangerous sober and in his right mind when he was animalistic during his cycle. Outside of his heat, he knew what damage he could inflict on another person and he was willing to go there just to fully satisfy himself. And with an Omega who was serving himself on a platter, it was as if he’d come across a free meal he could lick off the plate in one go. It was that good. He was greedy for it - all of it, the attention, the lust. But he didn’t want to consume it in one go. He’d like to enjoy it… 

Obsession coursed through him as he guided the Omega’s body, turning the man’s behind to face him, the other’s face directly to his crotch.  

“Put me back in your mouth, kitten… I’ll play with your hole and make you loose. Make me cum and I’d make sure to make you feel good,” his large hands groped the backside he positioned on top of his chest, his mouth between leaking cheeks. “You’re so wet down here, baby…” He groaned, licking the sweet slick that ran down the Omega’s inner thigh. “You want me this bad, babe?” He grinned, darting his tongue  just outside the other's puckering hole. Oh, right, he thought, the Omega’s pretending to be a virgin. He’d continue to play along but he could truly only control so much before he was pounding the man’s brains out. Again, there was  no rush - And he lazily ran his tongue between the man’s ass he pulled open. “Cock, in your mouth… Now…” Hips pushed up as if to help the man to guide his length back down the other’s pipe. 

Mekha's lower body rocked to and fro, cum decorating his chest and his stomach as he squeezed around the Alpha's digits, using them to help him along with his release. His hole was tender, but not hurting - just sore from the foreign stretch. It was more pleasurable than anything, with Mekha not paying the slight discomfort any mind now that he had cum, the heat within his stomach diminishing slightly.

He clung onto Hunter as best as he could with his weakened hold, trying to blink away the sheen of wetness so that he could see the Alpha more clearly when he asked him for his scent. The fact that the Alpha's pheromones were missing was bothering Mekha. Even if he had never had sex before, his Omega nature could feel that there was a hollowness to their time together. A detachment, because of the lack of scent. Mekha wanted it, needing the comfort, needing the Alpha to show him that he was protected and well cared for in this vulnerable period.

Instead of getting what he wanted, Hunter leaned forward to kiss his tears away.

“Shhhh, you’re doing great kitten…”

Mekha sniffled, trying to grasp the little bit of scent he knew he could smell in the air, letting out a weak and helpless whine when he was unable to identify what it was. It felt like it would be so nice - refreshing, soothing, strong. Everything an Alpha should be. Why wouldn't he let Mekha scent him? Did he not think he was doing a good job? Did he not care that he was in heat? But Hunter was his Alpha wasn't he? He had to care...

Mekha didn't even know that his Omega nature had started referring to Hunter as his Alpha - but he was very clearly affected by the lack of scent in the room. Tears brimmed in his eyes again, dripping down the sides of his face, his stomach aching with an emptiness that couldn't be satiated with anything physical.

Hunter was already moving on, gently guiding Mekha's legs to wrap around him.

“Let Alpha feel you a different way, okay?”

Mekha held on as tightly as he could, letting out a small "a-ah-" when he felt his shoulder being bitten. His world was turned in an instant, and now he was on top of Hunter, sitting right on top of his crotch, legs bracketing that powerful naked body beneath.

“Don’t fall asleep on me, kitten, I wanna see you get hard again for me…”

"A-alpha!" Mekha gasped in surprise when his over-sensitive member was taken in hand, already being jerked to stiffness. He was on heat, his refractory period was non-existent, but he still felt so empty. There were no cuddles, there was no comforting scent, nothing that would soften the intensity of their passion. Mekha was a romantic by nature and his Omega, by nature, craved intimacy during heat - but Alpha wasn't giving it to him. In Mekha's mind, it meant he mustn't be doing good enough - he had to work harder, through his tears and hollow feelings, to get what he needed from his Alpha.

“That’s right. Just like that… Don’t you wanna ride me, kitten… Wanna sit on my cock until you cum again? I think you’d look very good with my cock in your mouth… Show me how good you suck ‘em…”

Is that what it would take to get Hunter's scent? Ride him? Suck him? Mekha would do it. Mekha would do anything right now. There was very little he'd say no to - not like he'd be able to, with heat still lingering in his mind. He glanced down at the Alpha's member, mouth going dry at the size of it next to his own. How. How? Hunter wanted this in Mekha's mouth and hole, but would it even fit?

If Mekha had his wits about him, he'd be running far the fuck away. But his Omega instincts were telling him otherwise - that his body was made for this, that this is what a real Alpha looked like, that he'd be pleasing his Alpha so much if he did this. He was still apprehensive, but nature was winning out against logic - in heat, his brain didn't stand a chance to the whims of his desires.

"I-I don't know h-how..." Mekha started to tremble, wanting to do what Hunter wanted but nervous about where to start. His instincts weren't kicking in like before, and he wasn't sure what to do. He looked at Hunter through teary eyes. Alpha was being so good to him. Alpha was taking care of him. Now that Alpha was asking for the same, Mekha could do it right?

Slowly, Mekha shuffled down Hunter's body, until he was in between the Alpha's legs. He leaned down, mouth opening, thinking that he'd try to copy how Hunter had done it for him earlier and start with the tip.

The moment his tongue hit the slit, Mekha's mouth was flooded with the strong flavour of the man. It was bitter, biting, strange - but Mekha didn’t seem to want to stop. Taking it slow, he suckled at the tip, brows creasing slightly at the taste, eyes flicking up to Hunter to see whether he was liking this.

"I-I don't know h-how..."

"Excuse me?" He blinked. What's the man talking about? Their eyes met and the Omega's eyes were wet with tears. He squinted, confused, wondering what was happening. Then it hit him. This man - this maniputive Omega still had the sense to play games with him even in heat. Should he worry? Should he care if this Omega was scheming, trying something to entrap or blackmail him with later? Or maybe... Maybe, he thought as he clenched his jaw keeping his gaze on the man, this Omega is just as perverted as he is... Trying some sick game to get off harder.

"Still playing innocent, kitten," he nodded his head, a grin appearing on his lips. "I'll play along," he said, raising his upper body so he could reach the man's backside, slapping it so hard he hoped he left a mark for him to view later on. "I'll pretend this is your first time... And I want you to cry and beg when I slip my cock inside you. Tell me how much it hurts... I want all of it - tears included," and fell back down on the bed, hands on the back of his head, waiting, watching on the Omeaga's next move...

When the man finally slid down between his legs, the performance was outstanding. Moving his arms on either side of him, he propped himself with his elbows to properly view how the Omega would continue on with this charade.

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth watching as Mekha pretended he didn't know what to do with his cock... Instead of feeling annoyed or turned off, his cock responded by twitching, getting harder with just one small lick to his head.

"Fuck, you're good at this game, kitten... It's actually hot," he said, reaching to rub the Omega's lips with his thumb. "Keep at it... Pretend you're licking a lollipop... No teeth, just - tongue and lips. Lots of tongue, baby," he breathed out, getting into the game. He watched then, moaning with every little flick. It took a moment until the Omega was bobbing over his cock and for a moment, he was lost, almost believing this was the first time the Omega was shoving a cock in his mouth - The awkward movements, the off phasing... All seemed so fucking real and it was so fucking hot. He groaned when the other dragged his mouth over his length, it felt so fucking good he didn't want it to end -

"You're doing so good, kitten, you got it right... Use your hands, jerk me while you suck my tip... Slow and steady," he instructed, watching the Omega work on his thick cock, the desire to reach and shove it down the man's throat was there but something about the Omega's eyes that told him to slow down, let things happen on its own. But this is just a game! He said to himself and yet, his body reacted in a way that was so against his control, letting some of his scent float around the air. His head tilted back, feeling amazing as tongue and mouth continued to pleasure him. He wanted to enjoy every single second and his eyes, not watching to miss a thing went back to watching Mekha...

“Of course you do, kitten… Don’t worry… I will make sure you cum multiple times. But you’re going to work hard for it…”

Mekha whined, frustrated and confused. The rational part of him thought that it wasn't fair that he was spending his heat with an Alpha who so cruelly held his release in the palm of his hand and withheld his scent that soothe his pain - but his Omega nature, the part of him that was alive and thriving right now, was being compelled to listen. Alpha was telling him to work for it, and Omega wanted to obey, wanted to show Hunter that he was a good heat partner. It went against everything Mekha had schooled himself to be - but it was inherent, and something he couldn't fight even if he tried.

The Omega gasped when Hunter leaned in, pressing his legs against his chest and bending him in half while he examined Mekha's hole, one finger deep inside him. He was leaking heavily from both ends now, cock coated in precum and slick shining between his cheeks, smelling of honey and sweetness.

When Hunter started moving his finger in and out of Mekha's entrance, the omega started to writhe in place, gasping and moaning. He got even louder when Hunter's warm lips met the soft skin of his thighs, kissing him there before travelling down to his filled sacs, swiping along the sensitive area. Mekha jolted at the sensation, paired with how much more quickly Hunter was pushing his fingers inside of him, making his eyes well up with tears. God he was close, so fucking close it hurt, and the heat within his stomach was becoming unbearable the longer it took for him to cum.

“D’you want to cum all over my fingers, kitten? Don’t hold back.”

Mekha sobbed, a tear dripping from the corner of one of his eyes as he nodded wildly, red and flushed in the face. He moaned when Hunter's fingers curled inside of him, hitting his sweet spot, causing his hole to clench. "Y-yes! P-please alpha, w-wanna cum- a-ahhh!!"

“Alpha would like to see you cum, babe… All over my fingers… Be a good boy and do it for Alpha… Just like that… You’re enjoying this so much, kitten… You’re doing so well… I’ll fuck you so well and good.”

The pet names had Mekha shuddering, and the promise of Hunter fucking him well and good soon had the Omega bursting at the seams. A few more thrusts of Hunter's fingers, and the man's tongue licking over his dripping hole sent Mekha over the edge. He cried out, mouth parted with a broken noise of pleasure escaping him, body wriggling and shaking as he came. His hole squirted with slick, coating Hunter's hand, while his cock pulsated, ropes of warm cum that spurted out onto his chest. He choked on a sob because god it felt so good, better than the first one, satiating some of the warmth in his stomach. His mind was clouded with pleasure, streaks of tears dripping from the sides of his eyes, cheeks full and red from heat. He panted, chest covered in cum rising and falling, fingers trembling with where they were curled into the sheets.

“Oh, kitten,” he murmured, licking the slick around Mekha’s twitching hole, “You’re gonna cum for me -”

By the time he was finished speaking, a gush of warm wetness covered his fingers and strings of cum sprouted out of the Omega’s cock. He grinned, leaning in to catch some of it with his tongue and tasting that sweet honey slick now covering the Omega’s chest. He remained fucking the man’s hole with his fingers, letting the other ride the pleasure before he spoke, “You made a mess… But you look so good covered in cum, kitten,” he settled between the Omega’s legs, not minding the sticky cum on the other’s skin. “Now I wanna see you covered in my cum,” and nuzzled the man’s neck, nipping the damn skin there -

"A-alpha- S-scent... w-want it... A-alpha please..."

He then felt the limp grip on his shoulders as the Omega held onto it. He knew it was part of their nature, to console and comfort after an intense, intimate moment together. But this situation he had with the Omega wasn’t something the elders talked and romanticized about. This was nothing but pure lust and no part of himself needed to be shared aside from what he’d do for his own pleasure. Although, he sensed his body’s natural reaction grinding, releasing the tiniest amount of his pheromones but not enough to hold it down and name its scent… “Shhhh, you’re doing great kitten…” He pushed the hair that stuck on the other’s forehead; he leaned and kissed the corners of the man’s eyes; meanwhile, one hand reached down to guide the Omega’s legs to wrap around his waist. “Let Alpha feel you a different way, okay?” And bit the other’s shoulders and he switched their positions. He ended up under the Omega who now sat directly on his crotch. 

A notion that Mekha, when not under the spell of his heat, would argue against. He was more than just a bed-warmer, more than just a body for an Alpha to take and claim. Except, Mekha's brain wasn't operating at the state it was used to. He could hardly string a coherent sentence together, and his inner Omega was delighted that an interested Alpha was using him in this way, making it so he couldn't battle his instincts even if he were able to.

"Getting a bit impatient, kitten?"

Mekha let a choked out noise when he watched Hunter take his cock in his mouth once more, this time deeper than the last. The tip of his twitching cock, leaking with precum, hit the back of the man's throat. It had Mekha shocked into stillness, back curved into an arch as he focussed on how unbelievably fucking good it felt to have his cock encased in warmth like that.

"You want to cum?"

"M-mmmmm a-ahhh~" Mekha panted, nodding his head erratically, his glazed and helpless eyes gazing down at Hunter as if the man were his saviour. "W-wanna cum A-alpha!"

Hunter grabbed his legs, fingers gripping the meat of Mekha's thighs and pushing them back towards his body, folding him almost in half to expose his sensitive area. His hole was pulsing violently, exposed to the cool air that caressed his heated skin, sweet slick oozing out of him like a tap, inviting Hunter in for a taste.

"You look pretty with your hole twitching like that."

Mekha's face was flushed from the heat, but he was sure that it deepened from Hunter's comment, as well as from how exposed and vulnerable he was right now. He had never been given this kind of attention before, legs held and parted so that his most protected area was in full view, ready to be played with by an Alpha. And Hunter did just that, his devilish tongue sticking out to lick at Mekha's hole. The spark from the contact was instant, with the Omega groaning loudly, feeling his lower half tingling from the sensation. His sensitive perineum was next, as Hunter's flattened tongue tasted him, the devious smirk on his face indicating to Mekha that he was intentionally setting the pace to be slow and torturous. How could someone do that to an Omega in heat? An Omega whose body temperature was that of a raging fever, cramps along their stomach and aches across their back, while liquid fire coursed through their blood?

Apparently, Hunter was the exception, and doing a damned good job of it, telling Mekha not to cum and to keep making the noises that so easily fell from his lips before going down on him. Mekha moaned, knees tilting inward and toes curling in the air as Hunter licked his hole, which continued to seep the sweet honey his body could naturally produce. It felt so good, so sinfully good, with Mekha's body trembling as the build for his next orgasm continued to stir within him.

"A-aaahh~" Mekha cried out when Hunter's tongue breached his entrance. It wasn't large, but the feel of it - of that wetness wriggling its way inside of a place that had not been touched by another - made Mekha squirm. In the back of his mind, he should be screaming for Hunter to stop. But in his heat-addled state, it didn't even register that this was his first time doing anything remotely sexual with another person...

"Relax, kitten, I'm not gonna hurt you. Let me stretch you with my fingers."

Hunter's fingers started prodding the area, and Mekha whimpered, his hole tightening before the digits even reached. Hesitation - but only for a moment. Because the low of voice his Alpha telling him what he was doing was hypnotic, almost relaxing and comforting to the Omega side of him that was submitting as nature intended. His body steadily started to open up, wet hole accepting Hunter's finger, which pushed its way in. Mekha could hardly breathe, his mind fixated on what was happening below - on what he was watching, bent in half like a pretzel, his cock leaking anew all over his stomach from the finger that pressed inside of him.

Mekha gasped when a second finger entered, his tight entrance practically swallowing them up. There was a stretch - unfamiliar. New. Stinging, slightly. But god it was good.

"I don't think one finger would stretch you enough... You're so tight, kitten... But don't worry, you'll be loose for me before the night ends... And you're going to enjoy it..."

Yes. Alpha would take care of him. Alpha would stretch him open well and fuck him with his cock and lock them with his knot and make him cum and fill him up and -

Hunter watched as the man nearly lost his mind once the other’s cock was deep in his throat. The other acted like this was a new experience. Well, perhaps, the Omega hadn’t been with a proper Alpha like himself, Hunter smirked to himself, releasing the man’s hot dick and focusing on its tip before asking the man if he wanted to cum… 

"M-mmmmm a-ahhh~ W-wanna cum A-alpha!"

“Of course you do, kitten… Don’t worry… I will make sure you cum multiple times. But you’re going to work hard for it…” And held the man’s thighs against the other’s chest, witnessing the man’s puckering hole quiver in lust, swallowing his fingers as he deliberately moved it slowly in and out. The Omega was oozing, a sweet scent continuously filled the bedroom. Hunter knew how torturous this was, edging an Omega in heat. But it was such a sight, Mekha flushed, cock and hole leaking - Ultimately, it was the noises the Omega made that had his own dick throbbing. 

"O-ohhh... A-alpha... Mmmm! F-fingers, g-good... a-ahhh... w-want... m-more...!"

Mekha moaned, his back arching off of the bed as Hunter sucked him off. The man's voice was deep, commanding, colliding with the inherent Omega need to obey that Mekha was ordinarily so good at fighting against. Now, he couldn't do a damn thing to protest, even if he wanted to - his half-lidded eyes were fixated on the image before him, of his cock resting in Hunter's mouth. The man spoke around it, tonguing the tip and licking the leaky slit, all while looking so composed compared to a panting, writhing Mekha on the mattress.

The Omega could hardly string a sentence together, quivering from the attention, watching as Hunter lay beside him at crotch-height and continued to play with his member. Mekha's fingers slid back onto the sheets, curling into fists as his cock was jerked straight into Hunter's awaiting mouth, the man using his tongue to curl around the head and lick up the pre-cum.

"Do you now, kitten? What more would you like me to do to you?”

Mekha choked out a sob when Hunter's fingers squeezed his filled balls, instantly causing his cock to spring upward, starting the cycle of Hunter sucking him and groping him anew. The pressure was tight in his gut, his lower half throbbing from the prolonged pain of his arousal, body trembling at the way he was being toyed - but god, god, it felt good. When Mekha got himself off, he jerked his cock to completion, only sometimes holding himself back from cumming if he had the time to indulge - but this was a long time to be teased, especially while in heat when all he was wired to do was be filled and cum over and over again.

"I-I-I don't-" Mekha swallowed, unable to finish his sentence. He didn't know what he wanted. Hunter's hands had been good - his mouth even better - but he was already so overwhelmed. Mekha didn't think his first time having sex would be when he was in heat, barely legible, unable to take control over anything - but he was in that situation now, lost, only seeking his own pleasure and that of his Alpha, totally dependent on another to guide him through it because he didn't know what to do. "A-alpha, I can't- I-it's hard again- A-ah..." Mekha whined, hips bucking into Hunter's mouth desperately, unable to think about anything else that seeking another release.

"Would you like me to use my tongue inside you, too? Or do you prefer to start with my fingers? Make you cum a few times before I put my cock in you? Surely you’ll let Alpha do whatever he pleases to you, right?”

"A-ah... y-yes... y-yes," Mekha panted, unsure what he was consenting to. Fingers? Tongue? Cumming? Yes but... not quite, according to his inner Omega. No, internally, his nature was whispering in his ear at Hunter's last words - to submit to them, to let this Alpha who he kept thinking of as his, do whatever he wanted to him. If he wanted to lick Mekha's hole clean from the inside, Mekha should let him. If he wanted to plunge his fingers in there and just keep him plugged until Mekha cried tears of frustration from the lack of activity, he should let him. If Hunter wanted to throw him onto his hands and knees and fuck him until his form imprinted on the mattress and knot him so that his seed was filling up his insides, he should let him.

No, no, not should.

Would.

Mekha would let him, because that's what his instincts were telling him he wanted.

The Omega stared down at Hunter, helpless, watching as the man nipped marks into his skin, matching the others that decorated his neck and lips and chest. He had an Alpha right now, who knew what he was doing, who was willing to spend his heat with him - why shouldn't Mekha just let go and let Hunter do as he pleased?

"I-I-I don't- A-alpha, I can't- I-it's hard again- A-ah..."

The whining was like music to Hunter's ears; he felt the man bucked his hips, cock plunging a little deeper into his mouth. "Getting a bit impatient, kitten?" He smirked, flattening his tongue before taking the length so deep, its tip grazed the back of his throat. He loved the sensation, loved the feel of the man's twitching cock, and the taste of the other's precum... It tasted like how the Omega smelled... Sweet.

After a moment, Mekha was incoherent, panting as the man agreed to be pleasured with his tongue and fingers. "You want to cum?" He grabbed the man by the back of his thighs and pushed them so that the Omega's lower half was raised, hole and balls exposed. "You look pretty with your hole twitching like that," he breathed out, lowering himself so that his face was to the man's crotch. The Omega was soaked and the more he got closer, the sweeter the other smelled. It made him dizzy with desire that he almost forgot what he was doing, ready to take the Omega. But he paced himself. He wanted to take his time, enjoy this treat. He'd worked hard to get to this man and he was going to lick and mark every inch of him so that the other would remember him for days...

His tongue finally met the man's hole, a gentle lick, just a taste before dragging it slowly up to that skin between hole and sacs... He lingered there, eyes locking with the Omega. A grin pulled at one corner of his mouth, watching the man's face, tortured with pleasure. "Don't cum yet... I haven't stuck my tongue in you yet... I'll make you feel so good but I expect you don't hold back with your noises. I love the sounds you make," and lapped at the Omega's entrance, again and again before using his hands to spread the man's cheeks wider, opening up the other's puckering hole. He slipped his tongue then, tip at first, moving it just to tease. After a moment, he eased pass through the tight ring of muscles, tasting sweet juices. "Hmmmmmm," he moaned, tongue half-way but finding the man so tight even with his natural lubricant. "Relax, kitten, I'm not gonna hurt you," he said, his voice unexpectedly low. "Let me stretch you with my fingers," he continued, letting the man's thighs, one hand on the Omega's belly... He teased the hole with the tip of his middle finger, letting it pucker, lubricant spread all over it, coating his finger as well. Then slowly, he began inserting the same finger, tip first then passed the knuckle until it was down to the hilt. He enjoyed the warmth around his finger, twisting it up before curling it, searching for a particular nerve...

"A-alpha... D-do it, p-please, n-need you t-tah help me c-cum-"

Mekha had been kissed before, but it was nothing like how Hunter was kissing him right now. The man's lips were firm, solid, capturing Mekha's own and immediately dominating their narrative, with the Omega parting his mouth so that Hunter could deepen it further. He was held securely by his neck, but Mekha didn't think he would pull back even if he had been given a chance to - because it felt so fucking good to be kissed this way.

The Alpha's tongue swiped its way inside, tangling with Mekha's, leaving no part of him uncharted. All the while, Hunter's calloused palm was pumping Mekha's cock, causing the smaller man to start rocking against him for more, his member easily sliding through because of the soapy water. Hunter's words from earlier about him pretending to be a virgin were still in the back of Mekha's mind, as well as the fact that it would hurt, but they were totally overshadowed by everything else the Alpha had been saying, about his cock reaching places inside of him that Mekha never thought could be reached. His inner Omega was mewling with delight at that, wanting to be filled by a strong and virile Alpha, one that would leave him satisfied by the end of his cycle.

When they parted, Mekha was panting, glancing down between their bodies after answering Hunter's question about how he liked to be touch. He let out a broken moan when Hunter gripped his flesh with more pressure, sending warm sensations throbbing throughout his lower half.

“Of course you like Alpha’s hand… And you’re only going to enjoy my hands and nobody else’s from now on.”

Maybe if Mekha's mind wasn't clouded by the heat and his cock wasn't being played with, he would have registered what Hunter was saying. It would have sank in, that Hunter's words sounded more like a claim that a game. He'd have never allowed that to be said to him, if he were coherent, especially since it was coming from someone he didn't like and who he wasn't in a relationship with - but the Omega mind in heat operated on a different wavelength. Hearing the Alpha taking care of him make this claim had him gushing with slick, so unbelievably turned on by the sentiment. There was so much - more than he thought there would be. It had to be a result of his heat, right?

Mekha moaned, feeling the rough pad of Hunter's thumb brush over his leaky slit. He was so confident - so precise in his touches, so experienced in what he was doing. It felt easy to just let Hunter do as he pleased, to go with the flow of whatever the man wanted to do, even though it went against who Mekha was. To submit to someone so easily, to allow his body to be manipulated in this manner - he should be ashamed of himself, even if it was all because of his biology. He shouldn't be panting and eager for more, giving his body away willingly, rolling his hips into the Alpha's touch that was making him harder by the second.

“You want my mouth on your cock, too? Want me to suck you off, kitten?”

Mekha exhaled shakily, feeling the way Hunter's fingers brushed over his heavily hanging sacs. His hole twitched, begging to be touched, his sweetness seeping out of him in desperation to be filled.

“Since you asked nicely. Hold on to me.”

Powerful arms securely wrapped around Mekha's smaller body up, lifting him up. The Omega clutched onto Hunter's shoulders, feeling the spray of the water ceasing to hit his body as the Alpha walked the two of them out to the bedroom, lingering droplets dripping onto the floor. Mekha could feel the way their cocks were brushing up against each other in this position, their hard lengths sliding deliciously with every step that Hunter took towards his massive bed. Mekha tilted his head to the side when he felt Hunter nuzzle at his neck, at his scent gland, kissing his throat and his shoulders all without looking where they were going. When they reached the bed, Mekha was gently laid down, shivering a little from the wetness on his skin before the bloom of heat warmed his body. He looked up at Hunter, who loomed over him, placing Mekha's hands above his head, leaving him on full display. The Omega shivered again, but not from the cold - this time from being exposed in front of another.

“Stay still. Open your legs… I want to suck you off.”

Mekha gasped when Hunter's wet tongue made contact with his heated skin, dragging all the way down his naked body, going to his stomach and then returning back up to Mekha's flushed chest. When Hunter's mouth encircled the still-sensitive buds of Mekha's nipples, the Omega moaned, the prickle of pain mixing together so well with the pleasure. He arched his back, encouraging more, small noises he was trying to hold back escaping him. A particularly rough swipe of Hunter's tongue had Mekha moaning loudly, his tone slightly breathless. "A-a-ahhh~" Mekha called out, fingers finding the sheets beneath him and scrunching them up. "A-alpha- p-please, h-hurts-" Mekha whined, but didn't move away. If anything he arched his back up to press his chest into Hunter's mouth for more.

When Hunter had his fill of Mekha's nipples, he continued his descent down to where the Omega wanted him the most. Powerful hands pushed his legs apart, his wet hole and leaky cock in complete view, with Mekha looked down the length of his body to watch what the Alpha would do to him. Hunter's tongue flicked out and when it made contact with his tip, the Omega moaned. The sensation was only fleeting, small, with Hunter repeating it and not lingering for a second longer, which only served to tease and arouse Mekha more. His cock was pulsating, the vein on the underside more pronounced with his arousal, the pressure within him building up from the kitten licks that the man was giving his tip. It felt good but torturous - his cock was there for the taking, but Hunter cruelly only focussed on the tip, not giving Mekha anymore and it made the smaller man begin to squirm in place from anticipation. Hunter's teeth grazed against the sensitive skin, and that was all the warning Mekha got before his entire length was covered by the man's hot mouth. Instinct took over and Mekha bucked his hips up into Hunter's mouth, panting with desperation for more.

“Keep still.”

The reminder - warning - was said with Mekha's cock inside of Hunter's mouth, and the vibrations that shot up through it had him mewling loudly and fisting the sheets even more tightly. His balls felt even heavier now, with his cock being swallowed and tasted in that warm and wet cavern of Hunter's mouth, who worked his arousal further with his tongue. There was pain when the tip of it focussed on his slit, where Mekha's pre-cum did was dripping out of him, and he couldn't stay still - he squirmed, not entirely comfortable at the unfamiliar sensation of his slit being tongued, but too far gone by how good everything felt as a combination to think about stopping.

“Your cock tastes so good, kitten…”

All the while, his other hand continued to busied itself with the man’s stiff cock. It leaked, telling him the excitement he had incited in the man. It made his chest swell; he had already conquered the Omega the moment the other allowed to be touched in his car… 

This whole - thing. The game? It was just icing on the cake. How was a defiant Omega turned into putty within his hand? The man was practically melting whenever the tip of his fingers touched a part of the other. 

It didn’t take long before he was carrying the man to his bed. He didn’t mind the injured shoulder and held onto the body that shivered the moment they left the shower. He laid down the Omega on the mattress, as gently as he could. Not that he was trying to impress; there was no need for that at this point. He knew that no matter what he did from here on, the Omega will accept as something the man wanted - needed. As the man sprawled on his bed, he stood tall, feasting over the spread in front of him. Nicely toned body, smooth looking skin… And the Omega’s cock twitched prettily that he couldn’t wait to have it in his mouth. He climbed onto the bed, crawling on top of the Omega who he then began kissing… Slowly at first before it progressed to aggressive marking of the other’s skin. On the neck, chest, stomach, thighs…

Once he was close to the man’s crotch, his tongue stuck out, dragging still damp skin before finally enveloping the other’s tip with his mouth. He gently sucked at first before focusing on licking its head, swirling his tongue as he kept his eyes on the Omega. 

“Look at me,” his firm voice filled the room. “I want you to look at me while I suck you off… Show me how you enjoy what I’m doing to you…” He then gripped the man’s cock, allowing it to slip past his lips one more time, letting it crawl down his throat and loving every second of it -

"A-Alpha's mouth is so nice… M-more...!" 

He then felt a grip on his shoulder, putting another smirk on his lips. "Do you now, kitten?” He encouraged, moving up to lay next to the man but his face still close to the other’s crotch, his hand gripping the girth, jerking it into his mouth. "What more would you like me to do to you?” He teased, sticking his tongue out and taking the Omega’s cock to swipe repeatedly against it. He drank whatever leaked from the man before his hand slid down below to cup the other’s balls. He squeezed them a little firmer so that the other’s stiff cock stood up straight. He covered the length with his mouth again, massaging the balls as his head bobbed up and down. After a moment, he pulled away, own cock aching but there was a time to put forth his own lust. He was enjoying playing with his new toy.

what kind of flower are you?

22nd of July

>> Birth Flower: Mini Pineapple >> Language of flowers: You are perfect >> Message: You can surely be perfect by accepting and forgiving your incompleteness

let me tell you your darkest desire

to be as beautiful as you once were