That would involve admitting to them that you're an omega, first.
[He edges closer with another kiss, closer still, taking his time but also carefully working up his nerve; what he's about to do, he's going to attempt based purely on instinct and the stories he's heard all his life, and one or two in-person demonstrations viewed from far away and behind the tasteful obstruction of a gauzy curtain. Perhaps he has no talents, and Yuri's talk of envy is premature; still, both sides of him want to try, the prince to live up to the legend they're spinning out between them, and the alpha out of simpler pressing desire to claim the omega before him in whatever way he can.
But all Yuri's reactions are positive ones, and help his confidence along. It feels nice to have his hair caressed, to be close enough to catch his scent from behind the blockers. It's a pity he won't be able to taste him, defective alpha that he is. He already looks so wet and inviting.
So he moves at last, lips parting faintly as he does finally bring them to touch Yuri's slit in a perfect imitation of a kiss — pressure first, then a tip of his chin and a brush of his tongue, then again and deeper before the first one has even really concluded, the flat of his tongue parting the slick folds as it drags past them, slow and winding wet itself.]
no subject
[He edges closer with another kiss, closer still, taking his time but also carefully working up his nerve; what he's about to do, he's going to attempt based purely on instinct and the stories he's heard all his life, and one or two in-person demonstrations viewed from far away and behind the tasteful obstruction of a gauzy curtain. Perhaps he has no talents, and Yuri's talk of envy is premature; still, both sides of him want to try, the prince to live up to the legend they're spinning out between them, and the alpha out of simpler pressing desire to claim the omega before him in whatever way he can.
But all Yuri's reactions are positive ones, and help his confidence along. It feels nice to have his hair caressed, to be close enough to catch his scent from behind the blockers. It's a pity he won't be able to taste him, defective alpha that he is. He already looks so wet and inviting.
So he moves at last, lips parting faintly as he does finally bring them to touch Yuri's slit in a perfect imitation of a kiss — pressure first, then a tip of his chin and a brush of his tongue, then again and deeper before the first one has even really concluded, the flat of his tongue parting the slick folds as it drags past them, slow and winding wet itself.]