( Later on, Yuri will try to deny to himself that he actually felt the moment in which Dimitri's upset shifted to elation. He'll deny the way it stirred a bone-deep pleasure of his own, the way it made the Omega in him purr in knowing it had found its place, and that pulling his knees up to his chest to hug Dimitri's waist was complete and utter instinct.
The Alpha wins out, and so too does the Omega.
On his back, it's much harder to pretend that the rational part of his mind is in control. Yes, there's that niggling thought that he's doing this for reasons beyond pleasure and procreation - but such matters seem completely and utterly diminished beneath the burning radiance of the Alpha above him. Dimitri looks like a gift from the goddess - a perfect mate wrought into being just for him - and Yuri licks into his mouth with a ragged groan as he begins to move atop him.
It's almost - almost - as good as being taken. Yuri wraps his legs over Dimitri's hips as he grinds his cock over the slick mess of his slit: he's swollen and tender, and white-hot pleasure pulses through his body with each pass over his clit, to the point where he finds himself squirming both towards and away from the intensity of the feeling. )
Dimitri ...
( The word is ever so slightly slurred, affected as he is by the wash of Dimitri's pheromones, his own hormones, and the exquisite promise of deeper pleasure. )
Dima, please.
( He barely notices the over-familiar slip of his name - he's too busy trying to remember to hitch himself up just enough that Dimitri will sink into the right entrance. The fact that he isn't trying especially hard? Well. The ramifications of that remain to be seen. )
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( Later on, Yuri will try to deny to himself that he actually felt the moment in which Dimitri's upset shifted to elation. He'll deny the way it stirred a bone-deep pleasure of his own, the way it made the Omega in him purr in knowing it had found its place, and that pulling his knees up to his chest to hug Dimitri's waist was complete and utter instinct.
The Alpha wins out, and so too does the Omega.
On his back, it's much harder to pretend that the rational part of his mind is in control. Yes, there's that niggling thought that he's doing this for reasons beyond pleasure and procreation - but such matters seem completely and utterly diminished beneath the burning radiance of the Alpha above him. Dimitri looks like a gift from the goddess - a perfect mate wrought into being just for him - and Yuri licks into his mouth with a ragged groan as he begins to move atop him.
It's almost - almost - as good as being taken. Yuri wraps his legs over Dimitri's hips as he grinds his cock over the slick mess of his slit: he's swollen and tender, and white-hot pleasure pulses through his body with each pass over his clit, to the point where he finds himself squirming both towards and away from the intensity of the feeling. )
Dimitri ...
( The word is ever so slightly slurred, affected as he is by the wash of Dimitri's pheromones, his own hormones, and the exquisite promise of deeper pleasure. )
Dima, please.
( He barely notices the over-familiar slip of his name - he's too busy trying to remember to hitch himself up just enough that Dimitri will sink into the right entrance. The fact that he isn't trying especially hard? Well. The ramifications of that remain to be seen. )
Inside. Need it now - need you.