[An eerie calmness settles around Dimitri's alpha-mad mind like a descending fog once he's begun to bury himself inside of Yuri, and it's not that he's thinking with any more clarity than before — just that some of the frenzy has settled now that he's accomplished the goal his instincts had been spurring him on toward all this time. No more games, no more teasing, no more restraint or pretenses of self-denial. They never really wanted to deny each other or themselves, did they? That was all just fluff and circumstance, easily discarded now that they've both found where they belong.
He's never had an omega before. He's seen them be mated, yes; he's stood to the side and watched, both for his own education as a royal and to bear witness to another noble's consummation. But Yuri is his now, his first, and he can't fathom in that moment how any other omega could possibly prove more enticing than the one he's claimed right here and now.
Their scents are mingling. He noses against Yuri's neck and can smell himself there, faintly over top of Yuri's much stronger, cloying scent. There's no need to bite, not right now; he's not one of those boarish alphas who can't keep their teeth to themselves, after all.
No, he's not. He's not the boar Felix calls him. This is right, it's good. It couldn't possibly feel so good if it wasn't right.]
I promised that you would bloom, didn't I...
[He slants his mouth against Yuri's, kisses him wet and messy and open. He doesn't just rock his hips back and thrust, either — no, no, he's a considerate alpha, he makes small circles with his hips and grinds himself inside Yuri in little shudders and shivers, warming him up and letting him keep his alpha's cock inside him a little longer at first.]
What do you think of Faerghus now...? Would you go without it?
[As if to punctuate his thought, he draws his hips back slowly, letting Yuri feel every inch of his absence as he slides out again until just the tip of him is left buried inside.]
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He's never had an omega before. He's seen them be mated, yes; he's stood to the side and watched, both for his own education as a royal and to bear witness to another noble's consummation. But Yuri is his now, his first, and he can't fathom in that moment how any other omega could possibly prove more enticing than the one he's claimed right here and now.
Their scents are mingling. He noses against Yuri's neck and can smell himself there, faintly over top of Yuri's much stronger, cloying scent. There's no need to bite, not right now; he's not one of those boarish alphas who can't keep their teeth to themselves, after all.
No, he's not. He's not the boar Felix calls him. This is right, it's good. It couldn't possibly feel so good if it wasn't right.]
I promised that you would bloom, didn't I...
[He slants his mouth against Yuri's, kisses him wet and messy and open. He doesn't just rock his hips back and thrust, either — no, no, he's a considerate alpha, he makes small circles with his hips and grinds himself inside Yuri in little shudders and shivers, warming him up and letting him keep his alpha's cock inside him a little longer at first.]
What do you think of Faerghus now...? Would you go without it?
[As if to punctuate his thought, he draws his hips back slowly, letting Yuri feel every inch of his absence as he slides out again until just the tip of him is left buried inside.]