( Dimitri might not want him to be quiet, but the effect of his nuzzling and soothing is immediate. Yuri's squirming slows as he lets his head drop back to offer the smooth skin of his throat to his alpha, eagerly soaking up the prince's scent, the rumble of his purr, the perfect weight of him keeping him caught between his body and the mattress.
His own scent floods with satisfaction as he slides his palms down Dimitri's back. The self-imposed rules he laid down before they started this seem harder and harder to visualise in his mind; it's usually an effort to remain sensible with an alpha, sure, but there's something about Dimitri which is making it even more of a struggle than usual - something he can't pinpoint in the moment and won't be able to explain after the fact.
It doesn't seem to matter much, anyway. All he cares about is that grind, that rub, the sweet moment the head of his cock catches and pushes and begins to sink in, which has him opening his thighs a little wider to help guide him deep inside. )
Yeah—
( And maybe Dimitri has been disobedient, but Yuri can't bring himself to care. He clings on to him tightly as his cock stretches out the tight silk of his pussy, slick-hot and wet with need as the omega finally, finally gets what it wants. )
So much better ... s-so good for me ...
( Nodding through the daze, Yuri smears his lips against Dimitri's throat and jaw as he tilts his hips up to help him slide home. It's been so long since he let someone fuck him like this — Balthus is the only alpha who's had the pleasure before — but all thoughts of Constance's moon tea seem far away as he pulls the other boy in for a breathless kiss. )
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( Dimitri might not want him to be quiet, but the effect of his nuzzling and soothing is immediate. Yuri's squirming slows as he lets his head drop back to offer the smooth skin of his throat to his alpha, eagerly soaking up the prince's scent, the rumble of his purr, the perfect weight of him keeping him caught between his body and the mattress.
His own scent floods with satisfaction as he slides his palms down Dimitri's back. The self-imposed rules he laid down before they started this seem harder and harder to visualise in his mind; it's usually an effort to remain sensible with an alpha, sure, but there's something about Dimitri which is making it even more of a struggle than usual - something he can't pinpoint in the moment and won't be able to explain after the fact.
It doesn't seem to matter much, anyway. All he cares about is that grind, that rub, the sweet moment the head of his cock catches and pushes and begins to sink in, which has him opening his thighs a little wider to help guide him deep inside. )
Yeah—
( And maybe Dimitri has been disobedient, but Yuri can't bring himself to care. He clings on to him tightly as his cock stretches out the tight silk of his pussy, slick-hot and wet with need as the omega finally, finally gets what it wants. )
So much better ... s-so good for me ...
( Nodding through the daze, Yuri smears his lips against Dimitri's throat and jaw as he tilts his hips up to help him slide home. It's been so long since he let someone fuck him like this — Balthus is the only alpha who's had the pleasure before — but all thoughts of Constance's moon tea seem far away as he pulls the other boy in for a breathless kiss. )