( The whine that escapes Yuri when Dimitri's attitude changes — when he pulls him closer to whip his tongue against his over-sensitive clit — is a breathy little sound that could only be pure omega. It's acknowledgement of some kind of punishment (even if he can't quite figure out what he did wrong yet), which is the only reason he doesn't try anything beyond a few aborted little jerks to pull his hips away—
But then the mood shifts again, and all of a sudden he can feel Dimitri's cock beginning to swell just a little more as he bucks deep in to the back of his throat.
His eyes flutter closed when he finally starts to come. There's a lot — it's impossible not to feel claimed with each thick pulse across his tongue, not with his mouth pressed against his pussy and his cock throbbing into his throat. Yuri whines again, softly this time, the way a good omega should sound for its alpha, and kneads at the muscle of his thigh almost as an afterthought as he struggles and splutters and swallows it down.
Bruised lips only leave Dimitri's cock when there's nothing left for him to give. Yuri comes up slowly even though he's gasping for air, his whole body shaking and shivering with it as he hovers there and pants across his dick. He's hesitant to move — he's already irritated Dimitri once, after all — and so instead of rolling off he simply holds himself there to await further instruction. )
... Did you like that?
( Yuri's voice rasps from his over-used throat, and he licks his lips just the once before clearing it and trying again. )
I've not had complaints before, but it's always good to know what's enjoyable and what isn't.
( As if coming down his throat wasn't answer enough. )
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( The whine that escapes Yuri when Dimitri's attitude changes — when he pulls him closer to whip his tongue against his over-sensitive clit — is a breathy little sound that could only be pure omega. It's acknowledgement of some kind of punishment (even if he can't quite figure out what he did wrong yet), which is the only reason he doesn't try anything beyond a few aborted little jerks to pull his hips away—
But then the mood shifts again, and all of a sudden he can feel Dimitri's cock beginning to swell just a little more as he bucks deep in to the back of his throat.
His eyes flutter closed when he finally starts to come. There's a lot — it's impossible not to feel claimed with each thick pulse across his tongue, not with his mouth pressed against his pussy and his cock throbbing into his throat. Yuri whines again, softly this time, the way a good omega should sound for its alpha, and kneads at the muscle of his thigh almost as an afterthought as he struggles and splutters and swallows it down.
Bruised lips only leave Dimitri's cock when there's nothing left for him to give. Yuri comes up slowly even though he's gasping for air, his whole body shaking and shivering with it as he hovers there and pants across his dick. He's hesitant to move — he's already irritated Dimitri once, after all — and so instead of rolling off he simply holds himself there to await further instruction. )
... Did you like that?
( Yuri's voice rasps from his over-used throat, and he licks his lips just the once before clearing it and trying again. )
I've not had complaints before, but it's always good to know what's enjoyable and what isn't.
( As if coming down his throat wasn't answer enough. )