life - or freedom ?

i thought you were the one didn’t need any other                - 2 MINUS 1 (2021)

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“𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐈𝐓… 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒, 𝐕𝐄𝐍,” loves coaching the little boy through it; the pleasures he tries to outright deny himself, and thus, somewhat deny emmet. he’s aching to teach ven that it’s okay to want to get rutted and played with, even as an alpha, ven can want it and he can submit to emmet without hesitation. however, it’s the fact that emmet knows he’s going to want to fight—– and then watching ven’s resolve crumble because he just feels too fucking good? definitely makes emmet’s cock bob in the material of his sweats, smearing some of that hot alpha pre cum in the groin of his pants. ven’s clinging to his beefy form in order to hide what he perceives to be ‘shameful’ expressions, and the inevitable rocking of his hips once emmet’s fingers stroke his ass thoroughly enough, are triggers for emmet. the bigger alpha’s scent spikes— a timber musk that’s ruggedly masculine with notes of the rainforest and earth. it envelops ven in eager waves, though not fully, because emmet still wants to smell his boy’s arousal. “that’s it. good boy, good puppy,” rasped praises hit the shell of ven’s ear, emmet releasing a guttural groan. by now, he’s pounding into ven’s sweet ass with those dripping wet fingers, stretching him open and fucking him properly because he had such long and hefty digits. no, the length of his fingers couldn’t be compared to the size of that impressive alpha cock, but they’re still filling ven just right. still making a whore out of this pretty little boy. “listen to you—- you sound so fucking incredible. i love your little slutty noises. i love you,” finally, he’s grabbing ven’s throat with his free hand. the palm wraps ven’s throat in a powerful fist, forcing ven to peer up into his alpha’s eyes, rather than hide because he couldn’t be seen enjoying this sort of thing. …which was absolutely ridiculous, because he deserved to feel good. but ven was the type of alpha to overthink everything. and that wasn’t necessary; he could give up control to emmet anytime. …no, emmet would just take that shit from him at anytime. his body belonged to emmet now. pure, instinctual ownership. “look at you,” he rasps again, this time with a provocative smirk pulling at his lips. “fuck yourself on my fingers, boy. do it. keep going.” just watching ven’s creamy ass bounce eagerly on some fingers was doing things to emmet. he smirked harder whilst ven slightly choked in the process, having to look his lover in the eye at the same time his hips worked like an animal in heat trying to chase his sheer pleasure. …and just when ven looked as though he might melt or crumble, emmet yanked him forward with that fist around his throat and crushed their mouths together in a sloppy kiss. “puppy, your cock’s leaking on me…” fuck, it’s so good, though. ven deserves to let go of his inhibitions, to be the needy sub he wants to for emmet. because emmet knows he wants to. “does that embarrass you, little one?" 

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𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐕𝐄𝐍'𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐌, 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍. ven scrambles into emmet’s awaiting lap, his smaller canines finding the rippling muscle of emmet’s shoulder. ( emmet will never deny that he loves a clingy submissive; when ven digs nails and teeth into his strong form and gets all up close like that, refusing to let go, it’s adorable, pathetic, and endearing all in one. ) had emmet been in an absolute rut, ven would’ve been bent over by now and drilled into the mattress without remorse; an alpha taking what he needed from whatever pretty holes he so desired. nonetheless, he hasn’t gone into a rut in quite some time… not that this lessens his carnal desires for the adorably petite boy, not at all. it just allows him to be more clear-headed, patient, and slightly less brutal. ( there was a time for rough violent sex, and emmet had learned to build up to it rather than being another heartless beast of an alpha. ) seeing the desperation soften up ven’s features and make any argument on his tongue sound absolutely weak, all of that good shit brought emmet’s cock to full attention. the moment that ven managed to somewhat regather himself and snark back, was the moment emmet yanked on ven’s hip with his free hand, making sure the boy had fully settled upon his chiseled thighs with his lube-coated fingers toying his entrance. “hmm. sounds like the little boy’s finally learned his place,” emmet can tease, too. “i love it when you realize that you can’t beat me. you can only accept what i’m about to do to this sexy little ass of yours…” emmet has to eagerly bite his own bottom lip when he pushes a pair of fingers into ven’s supple fuckhole. prepping the boy was almost as exciting as finally getting to pound into him, simply for the fact that emmet got to watch all of ven’s desperation and frustration rise up to the surface. he couldn’t hide it. he couldn’t hide shit from the likes of the huge alpha who adored him and playing with his body. initially opening up ven with two hefty fingers was a goddamn feast for the senses; he’s an adorable pet that emmet cannot take his eyes off of. emmet’s smirk noticeably widens as his eyes darken a dangerous pitch black. his drenched fingers slip in nice and slow, the lube oil beginning to radiate that luscious heat—– it was designed to mimick the heat that an omega would experience as it melted and warmed upon skin contact. just a nice little surprise for his lover boy. emmet paused when ven’s puckered hole had sucked in his fingers down to the knuckles, and he curled those digits whilst inside before stroking generously, back and forth, in and out. making a bit of a mess of ven as emmet slicked up a sensitive bundle of nerves. not to mention, he loved watching ven’s pretty cock leak pre cum as the boy got his ass toyed with. “damn… it’s always fun fingerfucking this tight ass of yours. it’s okay to be a slut for me, baby. all for me. no one else has to know how desperate you get for your alpha.” even though he wanted everyone to fucking know and watch how emmet claimed what rightfully belonged to him, but that was another scenario for another day.

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“𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍?” emmet’s tones were outright mocking this time, his gaze darkly menacing, showing more black than brown in those irises. meanwhile, the bite mark to ven’s lower tummy, just like the one to his inner thigh, is angrily red and visibly bleeding. emmet’s showing less sympathy because he’d just been blatantly challenged, and that’s just not something you do to a huge alpha with a thickly throbbing cock. “what happened? i thought you were in charge? why are you so wet already, little one?” he’s referring to ven’s cock, of course, which he grips in the palm of his large hand. his thumb skims over ven’s swollen red tip, smearing some of that pre cum around. it makes his mouth curl in a wicked, wolfish grin. it’s clear that ven rebels simply because it’s in his nature, but also because he’s a small and helpless thing underneath emmet—- he couldn’t fight emmet off if he tried. and since emmet feels like being fucking mean, he lets ven go. no hand on the throat, though it’d been awfully satisfying to watch him struggle against being held down. no hand on that pretty cock, either. ven’s merely laying there, naked and shivering, with claims of holding power over emmet… ( and, he does, but emmet enjoys being in charge of the bedroom far too much to give that kind of power away. ) “…you wanna boss me around, maybe bite into me again?” he barely holds back a snicker. the slight stinging in his neck was still there—- it remained only a dull throb, and deep down, emmet did love it. he adored every possessive bite and touch from the smaller alpha. he needed to know that he was desired, exactly to the point that ven couldn’t hold back his adorable squirting from the tip of his cock. nonetheless, emmet didn’t take shit from anyone and he’d have ven begging by the end of the night, even if it took hours upon hours of teasing, stroking, biting, loving. “i guess you don’t want this, either. do ya?” he’d already removed a bottle of lube from his nightstand—- a special lube oil that would actually heat up the moment it came in contact with the skin. emmet’s an absolutely smug asshole in the way he smears his rugged fingertips in the oil, and then presses his hand between ven’s thighs ( which were spread for him since the beginning. ) “tell me… are you still in charge?” demands in that deep sexy rasp with a hand slightly reaching underneath ven, seeking that familiar puckered rosebud. that cute tiny hole that twitched at the smallest of touches, not that emmet pulled away. he stroked that pleasantly warm oil along ven’s entrance, massaging in a soothing circular motion. at the same time, emmet had to flick his gaze back and forth from the delicious work he was doing, to the expression upon ven’s face that’d undoubtedly make his cock throb. for now, he’s just focused on getting ven to open up and feel silly for even daring to cross the alpha. this definitely wasn’t about even feeding his cock to ven, yet. “are you still in charge with that wet cock and pretty hole aching to be fingered?”

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