( There's a tremulous quality to the sigh that leaves Yuri when Dimitri finally puts his mouth on him; the sweet pressure of lips that tilts into to something more as he explores the idea of a real, true kiss. His thigh twitches as he does his best to keep his hips still for the young prince: he's new to this, he reminds himself, and there's a darkness to this alpha that Balthus doesn't share ...
It could make him unpredictable, and pushing too hard during such a moment could have frustrating consequences. )
... Just like that.
( He praises him, unable to keep the syrup-softness from his voice as his omega nature begins to truly take hold. It's always like this when he fucks an alpha: Yuri can play at being in charge until lips, cock, or fingers find his pussy, at which point he slowly begins to unravel until he's a keening mess of want.
The fact that it's happening a little more quickly than usual? Well. That passes him by entirely.
Yuri sinks back against the pillows as he bends his knees to frame Dimitri's head between this thighs. It always feels so good to give in to this part of himself — to let an alpha worship the petal-soft folds that make him different — and he tilts his hips up towards him in offering as he resists squirming against the sheets. Violet eyeshadow catches the light his eyes slip closed for a moment, another of those tender purrs rumbling up from the very back of his throat. )
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( There's a tremulous quality to the sigh that leaves Yuri when Dimitri finally puts his mouth on him; the sweet pressure of lips that tilts into to something more as he explores the idea of a real, true kiss. His thigh twitches as he does his best to keep his hips still for the young prince: he's new to this, he reminds himself, and there's a darkness to this alpha that Balthus doesn't share ...
It could make him unpredictable, and pushing too hard during such a moment could have frustrating consequences. )
... Just like that.
( He praises him, unable to keep the syrup-softness from his voice as his omega nature begins to truly take hold. It's always like this when he fucks an alpha: Yuri can play at being in charge until lips, cock, or fingers find his pussy, at which point he slowly begins to unravel until he's a keening mess of want.
The fact that it's happening a little more quickly than usual? Well. That passes him by entirely.
Yuri sinks back against the pillows as he bends his knees to frame Dimitri's head between this thighs. It always feels so good to give in to this part of himself — to let an alpha worship the petal-soft folds that make him different — and he tilts his hips up towards him in offering as he resists squirming against the sheets. Violet eyeshadow catches the light his eyes slip closed for a moment, another of those tender purrs rumbling up from the very back of his throat. )