Yuri has caught glimpses of that version of Dimitri as he's cut a path through the battlefield; he's seen the wildfire in his eyes, the depth of his need for blood, and he feels his clit jump in response to that rough tone that fills the space between them.
The omega in him laments the moment Dimitri's sense of propriety kicks in a moment later and squashes that part of himself back down β but it's too late for him to try to get away with it. His pussy is wet, slick and glossy from the low rumble of Dimitri's words, and Yuri has to let his eyes slide shut for a moment or two so that he can gather himself again. )
... Mm. You think so? Constance makes me a tonic that helps make it less strong ... y'know, keeping up with appearances, that whole thing.
( There's a reason Dimitri had pegged Yuri as an alpha, after all, and he's needed a little help in making sure that's how he's perceived. It isn't surprising that the prince can detect his true scent now β he's laying in front of him with his legs spread, for Serios' sake β but it'd be even prettier if Yuri weren't going to all the effort of keeping it as muted as possible.
The line of kisses winding its way up Yuri's thigh makes it hard to focus on such things. His teeth skim over a plump lower lip as he props himself up on a bent elbow: )
A Lord's kiss from the prince of Faerghus ...
( Dimitri isn't the only one who's up on his raunchy lore. A playful smile touches Yuri's lips as he strokes his fingers through gold-spun hair with his free hand: )
You're gonna make me the envy of every omega this side of Sreng.
That would involve admitting to them that you're an omega, first.
[He edges closer with another kiss, closer still, taking his time but also carefully working up his nerve; what he's about to do, he's going to attempt based purely on instinct and the stories he's heard all his life, and one or two in-person demonstrations viewed from far away and behind the tasteful obstruction of a gauzy curtain. Perhaps he has no talents, and Yuri's talk of envy is premature; still, both sides of him want to try, the prince to live up to the legend they're spinning out between them, and the alpha out of simpler pressing desire to claim the omega before him in whatever way he can.
But all Yuri's reactions are positive ones, and help his confidence along. It feels nice to have his hair caressed, to be close enough to catch his scent from behind the blockers. It's a pity he won't be able to taste him, defective alpha that he is. He already looks so wet and inviting.
So he moves at last, lips parting faintly as he does finally bring them to touch Yuri's slit in a perfect imitation of a kiss — pressure first, then a tip of his chin and a brush of his tongue, then again and deeper before the first one has even really concluded, the flat of his tongue parting the slick folds as it drags past them, slow and winding wet itself.]
( 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 β to let an alpha worship the petal-soft folds that make him different β 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. )
[He mumbles his approval, eyes half-lidded, as he continues to tongue and kiss between Yuri's legs; it aches to be deprived the chance to taste the slick he knows is collecting on his tongue, but between the scent and the noises that Yuri is making, there's still plenty to get lost in. His bare hands, free of their gauntlets, move to rest against the outsides of Yuri's thighs, holding his legs with possessiveness when they close in around his head, and it occurs to him that some part of this was supposed to be about blowing off steam but the only satisfaction he really wants right now is every new purr that spills from Yuri's lips, acknowledging the alpha in his midst.
He licks more firmly as his confidence grows, less testing and more in pursuit of results; his own heady scent is starting to fill the air around them, thick with Faerghian forest smells of snow and fur and firesmoke. When he finds Yuri's clit, it's mostly by accident, first with the flat of his tongue on a long upstroke, and then circling more curiously with the tip as he acquaints himself with it.]
Are you still so sure you don't want me to take you here...?
[His voice has gone dark again, edged with possessiveness and desire.]
Your body says otherwise. It knows what it was made for.
( Yuri's own honey-warm aroma rolls from him in waves as the heady scent of Dimitri's arousal swells between them, seeming to soak into every pore and stir those bone-deep urges into a slightly more desperate state. When the questing lap of his tongue finds the nub of his clit he finds himself thrown into a violent shiver: )
Ahβ!
( As his pussy clenches and aches for something big, something thick, to sink inside and make him feel better.
He lays there reeling for a moment as the little aftershocks of pleasure ripple through him. There's part of him that's all but preening at his being the first clit Dimitri has licked: more slick wets his folds as his gaze drags over hot blue eyes, damp lips, the press of fingertips into his thighs, and he finds himself momentarily (thrillingly) locked into place as the dark edge to his voice cuts through the hazy quiet. )
... My body doesn't know what's best for us.
( He breathes β for all it physically aches to go against his nature like this. Denying an alpha his pussy feels wrong on a fundamental level β like a rejection of everything that makes them who they are β and he has to screw his eyes tightly shut for a long moment in an attempt to better arrange his thoughts. )
And I promised you I wouldn't pop a kid out nine months down the line.
( It's a slightly strained attempt at levity, but Yuri's smile is slanting and genuine. )
Still ...
( He raises an eyebrow. )
You could take me with your fingers instead? While you kiss me.
[I know what's best for you, that same dark voice rumbles in the back of Dimitri's mind, spurring him on as he starts to press his own thighs together, seeking to stave off some of his own desire with fleeting friction as he continues to unravel the omega beneath him. This is very much how it goes in the stories, after all — some alphas are crude and brutal, simply bending their omegas over and taking them with abandon, but the proper ones, the noble ones, they unwind their prey like this, they prove themselves for the worthy mates they are until they're really only claiming what's already theirs to begin with.
— until Yuri's reminder of heirs snaps like a bowstring against his hazy mind, and his eyes widen as for an instant, the heady fog of arousal clears back into sharp, uncertain clarity.
Right. Right. It would be — disastrous, a scandal, to say nothing of the fact that it would be utterly inhumane to burden Yuri with a child that certainly he doesn't want to begin with. No, he's got to be better than this. No, he's got to stay in control.
Even if the alpha in him hates it. Even if the alpha roars at his weakness, his cowardice at holding himself back from fucking and knotting this delicious morsel of an omega like he's supposed to.]
R-Right, of course. I meant — only that I'm glad you're enjoying it. That's what I meant.
[He breaks away briefly to kiss the inside of Yuri's thigh again, grasping for control of himself, and when he returns he brings one of his hands with him, letting his fingers stroke up and down through Yuri's slick for a minute in place of his tongue.]
I would hate for you to find me an unsatisfactory bedmate.
( Yuri swears he feels the moment that rational thought bursts through the dreamy haze of their shared arousal, and for a moment he finds himself absolutely despising himself for being the one to cool the moment. His stomach twists up into a tight knot as the omega shrieks and shudders for him to take it back β but he doesn't, but he can't, if only because that path might ruin this forever. )
Believe me, Dimitri ...
( And this time when he speaks he sounds ever so slightly hoarse with want. )
There's nothing unsatisfactory about being with you.
( A hand reaches for that golden head again so he can soothe his fingers through his hair, his expression unusually open for someone Dimitri might know for holding his secrets close to his chest. There's only so much Yuri can do to hide his emotions when he's like this: he'd irritably describe it as alphas simply having a way of laying siege to his defences, but in truth?
It's the omega in him, leaving the gates wide open as it aches to be wholly conquered. )
So don't worry, hm? You've already proven you can please me.
( His slick pussy, throbbing clit, and the scent hanging between them should be testament enough to that, but just in case Dimitri needs the extra encouragement? Yuri rolls his hips down towards his fingers, which presses the tips into the slick heat of him on a keening little gasp. )
[He didn't know it could feel so good, the smooth reassurance of Yuri's approval. Maybe it's because he knows he's a complete novice at this that it's easier to believe in the veracity of it; there's no preconceived expectations, no real benchmark to measure himself against besides stories and instincts. It's easier to believe in his own success when the only standard of it is Yuri's pleasure, and the evidence of that pleasure is thick in the air, in his ears, on his lips.
He sighs, shivering all over from the satisfaction of it, disproportionately pleased by such simple praise. He's not unsatisfactory. He's pleasing his partner. He's enough.
For once, he's finally enough.]
Then I will do everything I can to continue on as I have been.
[His fingertips penetrate into Yuri's heat, and the sound of his gasp brings a notion to Dimitri's mind; carefully, he rearranges his hand's position, hooking two fingers inside while the heel of his hand rides up to bump against Yuri's clit. It's not the same as a proper cock, not by any means, but he tries to create the illusion of it anyway, imitating a slow thrust or two while he watches Yuri's face for a reaction.]
You're...you're hot inside...
[He whispers under his breath, like it's a revelation.]
( Yuri would chuckle at Dimitri's near-stunned comment if not for the deep, slow of those fingers inside him. Perhaps he hadn't necessarily realise just how ready he was to have something pressing at him from the inside: a hot flush of pink settles across his cheekbones as he sinks back against the pillows for a moment, his breath leaving him in a panting groan as the pad of his hand rubs up against his clit. )
H-Hah ...
( Dimitri might not have the experience of his other some-time lovers but he's still an alpha - he can still work on instinct - and as his hand moves against him Yuri finds himself tipping his head back to bare the tender-soft front of his throat )
That's a good thing, right?
( There's a breathless little chuckle in his reply if only because the implications should be obvious: if he weren't hot inside, Dimitri would have a lot more to work about than whether or not it matters that he's he's omega. Instinct has him curling his hands against the backs of his knees to pull his thighs up to his chest, exposing himself utterly to the curious nature of the alpha between his legs. )
... You can go harder than that if you want.
( There's a beat, and then because in his hormone-addled haze it seems natural enough to say it: )
[He will not, will not, lose control of himself again. Never mind that he's shaking a little from the effort of it, as the scent of willing omega grows heavy in the air and stirs up his most primal inclinations. Never mind that he's aching himself, appreciative of foreplay while at the same time frustrated with anything that delays or prevents him from the moment when he's permitted to bury himself to the hilt in his omega's body. Their instincts don't know what's best for them; he has to remember that. His instincts, in this moment, are wrong.
Of course, his instincts don't like that one bit, but he can't surrender to them. He can't.
He wants to.
He can't.]
Yuri, put. Put your head down.
[He runs his tongue over his lip reflexively, then makes himself bite down on it more deliberately, his eyes locked on that supple column of skin bared so prettily for him, offered to him. It would be so easy to lean up and bite it, to make it so that any other alpha who comes across Yuri knows he's not up for the taking.
He can't.
He squeezes his eyes shut a moment, tries to focus. Harder, harder with his fingers. That, he can do, and it will appease some of the rising alpha in him. He's made to give an omega what it wants, just as an omega is made to take him.]
Don't give me your neck, I want it too much...
[To go harder, he needs a little more leverage; he moves, shifting his position so that he's leaning more directly over Yuri's body, helping to press his legs back and out while he works a third finger into him and barely leaves time to adjust before pushing all three of them deeper than before.
Unable to help himself, he starts to growl again, that low and rumbling purr that originates deep in his throat, that instinctual wordless sound that croons approval and asks submission. Good omega. Pretty omega. His omega.
( It takes a long moment for Dimitri's strained request to filter through the fog of Yuri's arousal. In truth he's finding it increasingly difficult to keep himself focused on the task at hand: he'd gone into this with every intention of sticking to his plan, but now here he is, on his back with his legs bent and his throat bared for a bite. He pulls in a shaky gasp before returning his head to a more relaxed, natural position, his pupils wide and dark as he looks down his body to where Dimitri is shifting up between his legs. )
Ahβ ... sorry about that, Handsome.
( Slender fingers rake trough the lilac mess of his own hair in an attempt to ground himself in a new sensation. The smile he tosses at Dimitri is playfully self-deprecating: )
Seems like I forgot myself just a little.
( But there's a breathless waver in his voice β one that suggests he can feel the alpha's displeasure as it rages against Dimitri's self control, and that his own body is equally as desperate for them to give in to what they need.
This isn't right.
It isn't right β there's a worthy alpha between his legs and he's not going to sink his teeth into his throat β a thought which is simultaneously exacerbated and pushed aside when Dimitri sinks three fingers deep into the clench of his pussy. His eyes threaten to roll up for a moment as more of that wet, clear slick soaks the curve of the prince's fingers, and Yuri's thighs shake as he turns his head to pant against the pillow. )
D-Dimitri ... keep that up, and I'll come too soon.
( Not that "too soon" really exists when an alpha and an omega fuck: Yuri's learned from experience that it'd be more surprising if they only had one orgasm each. )
[That much, at least, he can indulge himself; he's been so good, resisting the need to bury himself to the hilt inside this willing, waiting omega, holding himself back from draping over him and nosing against his scent glands and sinking his fangs into them for a proper mating mark. He's ignoring all these things he's supposed to be doing, these things the alpha wants both from desire and as a simple matter of pride, but this at last is one that has no good reason to be taken away from him.
There are so many ways he's being prevented from demonstrating his worthiness, his dominance. He won't be held back from pleasuring his omega to within an inch of his life, to showing him firsthand what a viable, desirable mate he can be.]
I'll make you come. And then I'll lick you, so softly, until you can't help but purr for me again...
[He barely even knows what he's saying, but it feels...right. It's like half of him knows exactly what to do, what to think, what to say, and the rest of him is merely along for the ride.
He drives his fingers harder, hooking them in a curling motion each time they bury inside, and tries to keep his hand angled to bump up against Yuri's clit whenever he can.]
You'll see how well I can take care of you. You'll see...
( Yuri likes an alpha who'll talk to him. It might come as a surprise to anyone with any knowledge of his past: the lascivious prattle of nobles all but shaped his existence as he made a name for himself in Enbarr, and yet there's still something about the way those hot, honey-dipped words slide over his body to sink into his skin that never fails to make him shiver. His clit throbs at the thought of Dimitri lapping into his folds again β softly, softly β and a whine curls up from his throat as he feels himself coaxed even closer towards that edge. )
Goodβ hahβ Dimitri, you're so good for meβ
( And he is β Goddesss, he is, because his body knows exactly how to pleasure Yuri for all he claims to have never done it himself before. The crook of his fingers rub against that spot inside his pussy that makes him feel swollen and ripe and wet: the pleasure isn't the bright spark from his clit but more of a deep, coiling thing, tightening that slick channel as his breaths melt into keening moans. )
I'm gonnaβ please, alpha, I'mβ
( Yuri's orgasm shatters through him with unexpected force. He convulses hard, his thighs shaking and his fingers curling in the sheets, and the cry it rips from him is so purely omega that it's almost embarrassing. Yuri squeezes around his fingers as his body tries to get what it wants from Dimitri β a heavy load of spend to breed him full β and his nipples ache pointlessly as he lifts his hands to try and trick his body into thinking they're being sucked.
He's pink-cheeked and glowing with sweat by the time he can form coherent thoughts again. Evidently a little dazed, Yuri gazes up at Dimitri with the kind of amused softness only a handful of others have experienced from him: )
... Sorry about the mess. Fucking an omega can get kinda messy.
( The poor Seer's going to need some new sheets after this. )
[Dimitri's face flushes with heat as, beneath his determined ministrations, Yuri shakes and wails and whines his way through his climax; even his alpha instincts, for a moment, don't mind taking a backseat to the way he just sort of stares awestruck at the fruits of his efforts: the vision beneath him, the slick clinging to his hand, the heady scent in the air.
He did this. What a dizzying thought. There's an omega beneath him, pretty and rosy and shaking-spent, and he made Yuri like this.
It's so much different to see it in person, than to hear about it in legends and secondhand stories. A touch of his own fever subsides while he processes his handiwork, and there's something of his instincts in that, too — a momentarily clear head to evaluate his efforts, to determine what must be done next to properly please and take and claim this treasure that is so obviously his.]
Oh...yes, of course. I'll take responsibility, I assure you.
[But whether he means that in a utilitarian sense or a sexier one is really anyone's guess — at least until he dutifully bends again and makes good on his promise from before, tonguing ever so gently at Yuri's flushed pink slit.]
I very much want to hold you, but...I still don't think letting myself close to your neck is a very good idea, at present.
( Yuri sucks in a sharp breath as Dimitri lowers his lips to the sensitive folds of his pussy again, before slowly beginning up unfold himself and stretch out his legs either side of the dazed-looking prince. He seems oddly vulnerable in the aftermath of his orgasm: it's a lot to deal with, Yuri supposes, especially considering it was his first time with an omega ...
His first time with anyone, Yuri reminds himself. An affectionate purr rumbles up from the back of his throat as he lets the last of the tension drain out of his body to leave him boneless. )
Mm ... yeah, I'd say you're right about that. How about you hold me around the middle, hm?
( Yuri's belly is sleek and soft, and and thin layer of softness sits below his navel that would be perfect for Dimitri to rest his cheek against. He cards his fingers through his hair again as he nudges the silk of his inner thigh against his cheek: )
Skin-to-skin feels better, you know. Might be nicer if you take off your uniform so you can feel me properly.
[The character of his licking is different now than it'd been before; though steady, it's apparent that he's not trying to stoke up arousal so much as he is seeking to coax Yuri gently down from it, offering gentle, soothing pleasure so that his descent back down from his peak is a comfortable float rather than a plummet. But even as he does so, he's beginning to squirm a little in place, his own thighs pressed together for the friction as his own untouched arousal begins to ache in protest.]
I should've done that before, I suppose. It's just that — well, I don't see how anyone could think clearly when faced with the sight of you.
[He licks again, once then twice, before finally drawing away with reluctance to start unfastening his tunic and cape. His mouth is wet, and he doesn't even have the decency to look flustered about it.]
Then once you've had a chance to recover, would you like me to, ah, tend to you again?
( β¦ To tend to him? Yuri has to bite back a little chuckle at the gently formal tone of Dimitriβs question - but then he supposes he probably isnβt used to wrapping his tongue around phrases such as βeat you outβ and βsuck on your pussyβ the way more experienced lovers might be. Violet eyes watch him for a moment as he begins to peel away his clothing, before Yuri finally moves to pull himself up and perch on the edge of the mattress so that his guest can settle there in his stead.
Saints, with his mouth shining and his cheeks pink he looks good enough to eat. )
Oh, youβre gonna tend to me all right.
( He teases, his gaze raking over taut pale skin as that dark material parts around Dimtri. Yuri couldnβt deny it even if he wanted to: the prince is both a fine man and a fine alpha, and he finds himself pressing his own thighs together as a pulse of warmth squeezes at his pussy. )
But Iβve got an idea thatβll make it pleasurable for the both of us. Would you lie down for me?
( For all Yuriβs eyes are dark his arousal his request is omega-sweet, followed by the gentle touch of fingertips against Dimitriβs wrist. )
[His efforts at divesting himself of his clothes only grow more urgent as Yuri starts to tempt him, offering up promises of more to come that are just vague enough to keep him guessing, yet definite enough to arouse his interest. Hurriedly, he works his collar open, then gets his garments off his shoulders and folds them up in a basic, utilitarian way before setting them aside on the Seer's table — far enough away from the bed that they shouldn't get damaged or wet, no matter how vigorous their activities get. He's still got to make his way back up to the monastery after this, after all; he'd rather not do it with the evidence of this liaison all over his clothes.
And for a second, he does feel a little awkward to be unburdened of his clothes, laid bare to Yuri's every gaze. It shows for a moment in his stance, his very un-alpha-like drawing-in of the shoulders and the angle at which he holds his body; he's not proudly showing off his physique, admirable though it is. There's no boast in his body language as he returns to the bed, running his fingers up Yuri's leg as he climbs onto the mattress and arranges himself onto his back as he's been asked, never taking his eyes off of Yuri as he does so.
It's not that those domineering flashes of himself have vanished, oddly; it's still there in his scent, where he can't hope to hide it — something dark, something rich, something that promises aggression and danger. It's almost as though his clothes were a cage that helped to hold it in, and now he's all the more worried because that line of defense has been removed.]
( Yuri doesn't bother trying to hide the way he soaks up the stunning cut of Dimitri's body. The dedication he's thrown into training is very much reflected in the way he looks: his broad shoulders and trim waist are wrapped with sleek, strong muscle, and Yuri has to squeeze his hands into fists for just a moment to stop himself from pouncing on him the way he would with Balthus.
It's difficult, though. The scent of him hangs heavy between them where it mixes with the aroma of his own arousal; he flits his tongue over his lips, then swallows hard before offering a distracted little nod. )
Uh β ah, yes, that's perfect.
(Get it together, Yuri.
He exhales softly, mischief pricking the corners of his lips as he moves in to close the distance between them again. For a moment it might seem as though Yuri might swing a leg over to straddle his hips β but then he turns at the last minute, one knee set either side of Dimitri's shoulders and his pussy within kissing distance. )
Figured out how we're gonna do it yet?
( Yuri teases, sliding his palms down the prince's abdomen before dipping low enough that his breath flares over the swell of his cock: )
[Blue eyes slowly widen as he works out what it is Yuri's doing just a second or two before he's finished moving, his lips already parted and eagerly scenting along the back of his palate as his shoulders are straddled and his line of sight narrows down just to the lovely view of Yuri's flushed pussy, awaiting his attention. It's all he can do not to reach for his hips and grasp them to drag him down and shove his tongue as deep inside as he can reach, but with the way his breathing is growing ragged and panting, he's not going to be able to hold that impulse at bay for much longer.
And it's because he's so taken with what's in front of him that he misses, for a second, that Yuri's plans are to show him some attention right back; the slide of Yuri's hand surprises him, making him trill a soft noise in the back of his throat from it, before heat washes over his cock and all of a sudden the position makes a lot more sense.
It pacifies his instincts somewhat, that Yuri's intentions involve some tending to him in return. The alpha in him is still frustrated and irritable at the fact that it hasn't knotted and mated this available omega in front of him, but the recognition of foreplay smooths over some of that bristling. He's not neglecting the biological imperative, see, he's just working up to it. Slow seduction still falls within the realm of acceptability to his instincts, so long as it continues to properly escalate like this.]
You've kept your promise. I am going to enjoy this.
[He tilts his chin up, dragging a thoughtful, exploratory lick against Yuri's folds, and then rumbles a seemingly satisfied growl.]
I wonder which you crave more. Being pleased, or finally getting your own mouth on me.
( Yuri shivers atop him as his tongue teases over the wet silk of his folds again, his lashes fluttering closed for half a heartbeat as he takes a moment to gather himself. There's only so much of this he can take β the gentle teasing, the skin-on-skin contact β the fact he's got a strong, beautiful alpha between his legs and under his lips β and he whines softly as he spreads his knees and lowers himself that bit further. )
Who says it has to be one or the other, huh?
( That seems pointless to the omega β why pit two needs against each other when they could give themselves over to both?
Of course, the thought doesn't stick around for very long. It's not Yuri's fault: in his defence, it's kind of difficult to think in a straight line when there's an alpha's cock inches from his lips, and he exhales softly before nuzzling in to drag his lips against the glossy tip.
It takes him a moment longer to realise that he's purring. The vibrations roll through him gently as he lowers himself against Dimitri properly, their stomachs pressed flush as he curls his hands around the thick muscle of the prince's thighs. Strong, the omega thinks, good breeding, good pups, and Yuri moans softly as he flutters kisses over the hot, thick flesh where his scent is strongest.
Saints, but he needs Dimitri's cock in him soon β a thought which is cut short as Yuri parts his lips to suck the head into the wet heat of his mouth. )
[It's a shame he can't watch Yuri's expression like this, but he doesn't strictly need it, not when there are plenty of other tells to sustain him and praise him for his efforts. He settles in easily, getting comfortable with Yuri's pussy at just the right height to tend to all he likes without straining, and starts to lap at him with more confidence but the same enthusiasm as before. He's so wet, still, and smells so heady and appealing to his alpha senses, and it takes a minute of devoted licking before it starts to occur to Dimitri that this isn't the only hole that's willing and wet for him, at the moment.
And yet it's harder to focus when this time, there's his own pleasure to think of, spurred on not just by the reactions he's getting but the feeling of Yuri's mouth moving over his cock, the eager ministrations of an interested omega knowing its place.
Heat surrounds him, and his hips buck, and he doesn't feel bad about it. All of a sudden he's not worried about whether Yuri was ready for it or not, whether it'd hit too far back in his mouth and make him choke. It's just somehow not his job to care about something like that, because his job is to make Yuri whine and wail and purr, and Yuri's is to please him like he deserves.]
That's right.
[His words wind up mumbled, preoccupied as he is with fucking Yuri on his tongue in between long licks to his folds.]
There's a knot for you. All for you. You want it, don't you?
( A surprised little sound melts around Dimitri's cock as it's suddenly thrust deeper into his mouth β but it's accompanied by a tell-tale shiver, a twitch of the thighs that suggests Yuri likes that very, very much. How could he not? Taking anything and everything an alpha would give him is what his body was bred for, and Saints, but it feels good to realise that Dimitri knows it too.
No doubt the prince can feel Yuri's purring through his cock as he gets himself comfortable again. There's no need to make it pretty when they're like this β when Dimitri's attention is altogether focused on the wet clench of his pussy β and so he lets saliva drip from the corners of his lips to coat his cock as he begins to bob his head over his lap.
There's something about the fact they're doing it together β doing it for each other β that makes Yuri want to please his alpha even more. Each time Dimitri's tongue fucks inside him it's all he can do not to moan; he isn't usually so noisy, not quite so quickly, but it's ...
Being with Dimitri is somehow different.
My alpha, he thinks vaguely, as he lets himself ride back onto the other boy's mouth to thoughts of taking the swell of his knot. My alpha, mine, mine, minβ)
Yesβ!
( Goddess β how could he not? More slick drips from his folds as that dark voice goads him with the promise of being knotted: )
I want it, Dimitri. Want it so much.
( Panting against his cock, Yuri slides his tongue up and down the underside before smearing his lips against the head again. )
[Something dark races through him at the sound of Yuri's cry, the pleading arousing him even moreso than the hot mouth desperately working over his dick. My body doesn't know what's best, Yuri had said before, and suddenly the thought of tormenting Yuri with that recognition seems so sweet, so enticing, and his blue eyes flash as he raises one of his bare hands and strokes it along the curve of Yuri's ass, pressing the tip of his thumb into his lubed hole (the one he gets, the one that's safe) while he drags his tongue in circles around Yuri's clit.]
Where do you want it. Here?
[Of course he doesn't. That's what makes it mean; good sense would say yes, but his biology knows better, knows what it craves, knows what's made to take a knot.
All the more reason to keep pressing him, so tenderly cruel.]
You must want it here. Hmm?
[He pushes his thumb a little deeper, fingers kneading the meat of his ass.]
Where do you want your knot, omega?
[He growls long and low and velvet, all alpha dominance, and shoves his tongue back into Yuri's pussy, intent on stimulating him in both holes at once.]
( Dimitri nudges his thumb against that slippery clench and Yuri squirms atop him, momentarily unravelled by the mere thought of being filled in both his holes. He can't bite back the soft sob that escapes him at the sweet torment Dimitri murmurs against his pussy: he knows, the alpha knows where he wants him to sink his knot, but making him have to skirt around saying it ...
Yuri moans against his cock. )
You know where I want it.
( He tilts his hips just enough that it could be considered properly presenting himself β as omegas are supposed to for their alphas, of course, which is something Dimitri might not know so much as feel deep in the marrow of his bones. He keens with pleasure when his tongue slides into him again β when it fucks him open and spears him with heat β all the while lapping and suckling at the head of his dick before pulling off him again with a wet pop. )
Please, pleaseβ
( Yuri would make a Beta work for his begging, but with an alpha? It comes just as naturally as breathing. He slides his tongue down to the root of the prince's cock where his knot will soon begin to swell, his hips rocking back onto the teasing press of his thumb and his face as he clutches at strong thighs. )
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( Ah.
That voice.
Yuri has caught glimpses of that version of Dimitri as he's cut a path through the battlefield; he's seen the wildfire in his eyes, the depth of his need for blood, and he feels his clit jump in response to that rough tone that fills the space between them.
The omega in him laments the moment Dimitri's sense of propriety kicks in a moment later and squashes that part of himself back down β but it's too late for him to try to get away with it. His pussy is wet, slick and glossy from the low rumble of Dimitri's words, and Yuri has to let his eyes slide shut for a moment or two so that he can gather himself again. )
... Mm. You think so? Constance makes me a tonic that helps make it less strong ... y'know, keeping up with appearances, that whole thing.
( There's a reason Dimitri had pegged Yuri as an alpha, after all, and he's needed a little help in making sure that's how he's perceived. It isn't surprising that the prince can detect his true scent now β he's laying in front of him with his legs spread, for Serios' sake β but it'd be even prettier if Yuri weren't going to all the effort of keeping it as muted as possible.
The line of kisses winding its way up Yuri's thigh makes it hard to focus on such things. His teeth skim over a plump lower lip as he props himself up on a bent elbow: )
A Lord's kiss from the prince of Faerghus ...
( Dimitri isn't the only one who's up on his raunchy lore. A playful smile touches Yuri's lips as he strokes his fingers through gold-spun hair with his free hand: )
You're gonna make me the envy of every omega this side of Sreng.
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[He edges closer with another kiss, closer still, taking his time but also carefully working up his nerve; what he's about to do, he's going to attempt based purely on instinct and the stories he's heard all his life, and one or two in-person demonstrations viewed from far away and behind the tasteful obstruction of a gauzy curtain. Perhaps he has no talents, and Yuri's talk of envy is premature; still, both sides of him want to try, the prince to live up to the legend they're spinning out between them, and the alpha out of simpler pressing desire to claim the omega before him in whatever way he can.
But all Yuri's reactions are positive ones, and help his confidence along. It feels nice to have his hair caressed, to be close enough to catch his scent from behind the blockers. It's a pity he won't be able to taste him, defective alpha that he is. He already looks so wet and inviting.
So he moves at last, lips parting faintly as he does finally bring them to touch Yuri's slit in a perfect imitation of a kiss — pressure first, then a tip of his chin and a brush of his tongue, then again and deeper before the first one has even really concluded, the flat of his tongue parting the slick folds as it drags past them, slow and winding wet itself.]
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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 β to let an alpha worship the petal-soft folds that make him different β 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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[He mumbles his approval, eyes half-lidded, as he continues to tongue and kiss between Yuri's legs; it aches to be deprived the chance to taste the slick he knows is collecting on his tongue, but between the scent and the noises that Yuri is making, there's still plenty to get lost in. His bare hands, free of their gauntlets, move to rest against the outsides of Yuri's thighs, holding his legs with possessiveness when they close in around his head, and it occurs to him that some part of this was supposed to be about blowing off steam but the only satisfaction he really wants right now is every new purr that spills from Yuri's lips, acknowledging the alpha in his midst.
He licks more firmly as his confidence grows, less testing and more in pursuit of results; his own heady scent is starting to fill the air around them, thick with Faerghian forest smells of snow and fur and firesmoke. When he finds Yuri's clit, it's mostly by accident, first with the flat of his tongue on a long upstroke, and then circling more curiously with the tip as he acquaints himself with it.]
Are you still so sure you don't want me to take you here...?
[His voice has gone dark again, edged with possessiveness and desire.]
Your body says otherwise. It knows what it was made for.
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( Yuri's own honey-warm aroma rolls from him in waves as the heady scent of Dimitri's arousal swells between them, seeming to soak into every pore and stir those bone-deep urges into a slightly more desperate state. When the questing lap of his tongue finds the nub of his clit he finds himself thrown into a violent shiver: )
Ahβ!
( As his pussy clenches and aches for something big, something thick, to sink inside and make him feel better.
He lays there reeling for a moment as the little aftershocks of pleasure ripple through him. There's part of him that's all but preening at his being the first clit Dimitri has licked: more slick wets his folds as his gaze drags over hot blue eyes, damp lips, the press of fingertips into his thighs, and he finds himself momentarily (thrillingly) locked into place as the dark edge to his voice cuts through the hazy quiet. )
... My body doesn't know what's best for us.
( He breathes β for all it physically aches to go against his nature like this. Denying an alpha his pussy feels wrong on a fundamental level β like a rejection of everything that makes them who they are β and he has to screw his eyes tightly shut for a long moment in an attempt to better arrange his thoughts. )
And I promised you I wouldn't pop a kid out nine months down the line.
( It's a slightly strained attempt at levity, but Yuri's smile is slanting and genuine. )
Still ...
( He raises an eyebrow. )
You could take me with your fingers instead? While you kiss me.
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— until Yuri's reminder of heirs snaps like a bowstring against his hazy mind, and his eyes widen as for an instant, the heady fog of arousal clears back into sharp, uncertain clarity.
Right. Right. It would be — disastrous, a scandal, to say nothing of the fact that it would be utterly inhumane to burden Yuri with a child that certainly he doesn't want to begin with. No, he's got to be better than this. No, he's got to stay in control.
Even if the alpha in him hates it. Even if the alpha roars at his weakness, his cowardice at holding himself back from fucking and knotting this delicious morsel of an omega like he's supposed to.]
R-Right, of course. I meant — only that I'm glad you're enjoying it. That's what I meant.
[He breaks away briefly to kiss the inside of Yuri's thigh again, grasping for control of himself, and when he returns he brings one of his hands with him, letting his fingers stroke up and down through Yuri's slick for a minute in place of his tongue.]
I would hate for you to find me an unsatisfactory bedmate.
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( Yuri swears he feels the moment that rational thought bursts through the dreamy haze of their shared arousal, and for a moment he finds himself absolutely despising himself for being the one to cool the moment. His stomach twists up into a tight knot as the omega shrieks and shudders for him to take it back β but he doesn't, but he can't, if only because that path might ruin this forever. )
Believe me, Dimitri ...
( And this time when he speaks he sounds ever so slightly hoarse with want. )
There's nothing unsatisfactory about being with you.
( A hand reaches for that golden head again so he can soothe his fingers through his hair, his expression unusually open for someone Dimitri might know for holding his secrets close to his chest. There's only so much Yuri can do to hide his emotions when he's like this: he'd irritably describe it as alphas simply having a way of laying siege to his defences, but in truth?
It's the omega in him, leaving the gates wide open as it aches to be wholly conquered. )
So don't worry, hm? You've already proven you can please me.
( His slick pussy, throbbing clit, and the scent hanging between them should be testament enough to that, but just in case Dimitri needs the extra encouragement? Yuri rolls his hips down towards his fingers, which presses the tips into the slick heat of him on a keening little gasp. )
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He sighs, shivering all over from the satisfaction of it, disproportionately pleased by such simple praise. He's not unsatisfactory. He's pleasing his partner. He's enough.
For once, he's finally enough.]
Then I will do everything I can to continue on as I have been.
[His fingertips penetrate into Yuri's heat, and the sound of his gasp brings a notion to Dimitri's mind; carefully, he rearranges his hand's position, hooking two fingers inside while the heel of his hand rides up to bump against Yuri's clit. It's not the same as a proper cock, not by any means, but he tries to create the illusion of it anyway, imitating a slow thrust or two while he watches Yuri's face for a reaction.]
You're...you're hot inside...
[He whispers under his breath, like it's a revelation.]
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( Yuri would chuckle at Dimitri's near-stunned comment if not for the deep, slow of those fingers inside him. Perhaps he hadn't necessarily realise just how ready he was to have something pressing at him from the inside: a hot flush of pink settles across his cheekbones as he sinks back against the pillows for a moment, his breath leaving him in a panting groan as the pad of his hand rubs up against his clit. )
H-Hah ...
( Dimitri might not have the experience of his other some-time lovers but he's still an alpha - he can still work on instinct - and as his hand moves against him Yuri finds himself tipping his head back to bare the tender-soft front of his throat )
That's a good thing, right?
( There's a breathless little chuckle in his reply if only because the implications should be obvious: if he weren't hot inside, Dimitri would have a lot more to work about than whether or not it matters that he's he's omega. Instinct has him curling his hands against the backs of his knees to pull his thighs up to his chest, exposing himself utterly to the curious nature of the alpha between his legs. )
... You can go harder than that if you want.
( There's a beat, and then because in his hormone-addled haze it seems natural enough to say it: )
Please, alpha. Just a little harder.
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Of course, his instincts don't like that one bit, but he can't surrender to them. He can't.
He wants to.
He can't.]
Yuri, put. Put your head down.
[He runs his tongue over his lip reflexively, then makes himself bite down on it more deliberately, his eyes locked on that supple column of skin bared so prettily for him, offered to him. It would be so easy to lean up and bite it, to make it so that any other alpha who comes across Yuri knows he's not up for the taking.
He can't.
He squeezes his eyes shut a moment, tries to focus. Harder, harder with his fingers. That, he can do, and it will appease some of the rising alpha in him. He's made to give an omega what it wants, just as an omega is made to take him.]
Don't give me your neck, I want it too much...
[To go harder, he needs a little more leverage; he moves, shifting his position so that he's leaning more directly over Yuri's body, helping to press his legs back and out while he works a third finger into him and barely leaves time to adjust before pushing all three of them deeper than before.
Unable to help himself, he starts to growl again, that low and rumbling purr that originates deep in his throat, that instinctual wordless sound that croons approval and asks submission. Good omega. Pretty omega. His omega.
For a little while, at least.]
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( It takes a long moment for Dimitri's strained request to filter through the fog of Yuri's arousal. In truth he's finding it increasingly difficult to keep himself focused on the task at hand: he'd gone into this with every intention of sticking to his plan, but now here he is, on his back with his legs bent and his throat bared for a bite. He pulls in a shaky gasp before returning his head to a more relaxed, natural position, his pupils wide and dark as he looks down his body to where Dimitri is shifting up between his legs. )
Ahβ ... sorry about that, Handsome.
( Slender fingers rake trough the lilac mess of his own hair in an attempt to ground himself in a new sensation. The smile he tosses at Dimitri is playfully self-deprecating: )
Seems like I forgot myself just a little.
( But there's a breathless waver in his voice β one that suggests he can feel the alpha's displeasure as it rages against Dimitri's self control, and that his own body is equally as desperate for them to give in to what they need.
This isn't right.
It isn't right β there's a worthy alpha between his legs and he's not going to sink his teeth into his throat β a thought which is simultaneously exacerbated and pushed aside when Dimitri sinks three fingers deep into the clench of his pussy. His eyes threaten to roll up for a moment as more of that wet, clear slick soaks the curve of the prince's fingers, and Yuri's thighs shake as he turns his head to pant against the pillow. )
D-Dimitri ... keep that up, and I'll come too soon.
( Not that "too soon" really exists when an alpha and an omega fuck: Yuri's learned from experience that it'd be more surprising if they only had one orgasm each. )
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[That much, at least, he can indulge himself; he's been so good, resisting the need to bury himself to the hilt inside this willing, waiting omega, holding himself back from draping over him and nosing against his scent glands and sinking his fangs into them for a proper mating mark. He's ignoring all these things he's supposed to be doing, these things the alpha wants both from desire and as a simple matter of pride, but this at last is one that has no good reason to be taken away from him.
There are so many ways he's being prevented from demonstrating his worthiness, his dominance. He won't be held back from pleasuring his omega to within an inch of his life, to showing him firsthand what a viable, desirable mate he can be.]
I'll make you come. And then I'll lick you, so softly, until you can't help but purr for me again...
[He barely even knows what he's saying, but it feels...right. It's like half of him knows exactly what to do, what to think, what to say, and the rest of him is merely along for the ride.
He drives his fingers harder, hooking them in a curling motion each time they bury inside, and tries to keep his hand angled to bump up against Yuri's clit whenever he can.]
You'll see how well I can take care of you. You'll see...
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( Yuri likes an alpha who'll talk to him. It might come as a surprise to anyone with any knowledge of his past: the lascivious prattle of nobles all but shaped his existence as he made a name for himself in Enbarr, and yet there's still something about the way those hot, honey-dipped words slide over his body to sink into his skin that never fails to make him shiver. His clit throbs at the thought of Dimitri lapping into his folds again β softly, softly β and a whine curls up from his throat as he feels himself coaxed even closer towards that edge. )
Goodβ hahβ Dimitri, you're so good for meβ
( And he is β Goddesss, he is, because his body knows exactly how to pleasure Yuri for all he claims to have never done it himself before. The crook of his fingers rub against that spot inside his pussy that makes him feel swollen and ripe and wet: the pleasure isn't the bright spark from his clit but more of a deep, coiling thing, tightening that slick channel as his breaths melt into keening moans. )
I'm gonnaβ please, alpha, I'mβ
( Yuri's orgasm shatters through him with unexpected force. He convulses hard, his thighs shaking and his fingers curling in the sheets, and the cry it rips from him is so purely omega that it's almost embarrassing. Yuri squeezes around his fingers as his body tries to get what it wants from Dimitri β a heavy load of spend to breed him full β and his nipples ache pointlessly as he lifts his hands to try and trick his body into thinking they're being sucked.
He's pink-cheeked and glowing with sweat by the time he can form coherent thoughts again. Evidently a little dazed, Yuri gazes up at Dimitri with the kind of amused softness only a handful of others have experienced from him: )
... Sorry about the mess. Fucking an omega can get kinda messy.
( The poor Seer's going to need some new sheets after this. )
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He did this. What a dizzying thought. There's an omega beneath him, pretty and rosy and shaking-spent, and he made Yuri like this.
It's so much different to see it in person, than to hear about it in legends and secondhand stories. A touch of his own fever subsides while he processes his handiwork, and there's something of his instincts in that, too — a momentarily clear head to evaluate his efforts, to determine what must be done next to properly please and take and claim this treasure that is so obviously his.]
Oh...yes, of course. I'll take responsibility, I assure you.
[But whether he means that in a utilitarian sense or a sexier one is really anyone's guess — at least until he dutifully bends again and makes good on his promise from before, tonguing ever so gently at Yuri's flushed pink slit.]
I very much want to hold you, but...I still don't think letting myself close to your neck is a very good idea, at present.
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( Yuri sucks in a sharp breath as Dimitri lowers his lips to the sensitive folds of his pussy again, before slowly beginning up unfold himself and stretch out his legs either side of the dazed-looking prince. He seems oddly vulnerable in the aftermath of his orgasm: it's a lot to deal with, Yuri supposes, especially considering it was his first time with an omega ...
His first time with anyone, Yuri reminds himself. An affectionate purr rumbles up from the back of his throat as he lets the last of the tension drain out of his body to leave him boneless. )
Mm ... yeah, I'd say you're right about that. How about you hold me around the middle, hm?
( Yuri's belly is sleek and soft, and and thin layer of softness sits below his navel that would be perfect for Dimitri to rest his cheek against. He cards his fingers through his hair again as he nudges the silk of his inner thigh against his cheek: )
Skin-to-skin feels better, you know. Might be nicer if you take off your uniform so you can feel me properly.
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I should've done that before, I suppose. It's just that — well, I don't see how anyone could think clearly when faced with the sight of you.
[He licks again, once then twice, before finally drawing away with reluctance to start unfastening his tunic and cape. His mouth is wet, and he doesn't even have the decency to look flustered about it.]
Then once you've had a chance to recover, would you like me to, ah, tend to you again?
[DIMITRI...]
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( β¦ To tend to him? Yuri has to bite back a little chuckle at the gently formal tone of Dimitriβs question - but then he supposes he probably isnβt used to wrapping his tongue around phrases such as βeat you outβ and βsuck on your pussyβ the way more experienced lovers might be. Violet eyes watch him for a moment as he begins to peel away his clothing, before Yuri finally moves to pull himself up and perch on the edge of the mattress so that his guest can settle there in his stead.
Saints, with his mouth shining and his cheeks pink he looks good enough to eat. )
Oh, youβre gonna tend to me all right.
( He teases, his gaze raking over taut pale skin as that dark material parts around Dimtri. Yuri couldnβt deny it even if he wanted to: the prince is both a fine man and a fine alpha, and he finds himself pressing his own thighs together as a pulse of warmth squeezes at his pussy. )
But Iβve got an idea thatβll make it pleasurable for the both of us. Would you lie down for me?
( For all Yuriβs eyes are dark his arousal his request is omega-sweet, followed by the gentle touch of fingertips against Dimitriβs wrist. )
On your back. I promise youβll enjoy it.
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And for a second, he does feel a little awkward to be unburdened of his clothes, laid bare to Yuri's every gaze. It shows for a moment in his stance, his very un-alpha-like drawing-in of the shoulders and the angle at which he holds his body; he's not proudly showing off his physique, admirable though it is. There's no boast in his body language as he returns to the bed, running his fingers up Yuri's leg as he climbs onto the mattress and arranges himself onto his back as he's been asked, never taking his eyes off of Yuri as he does so.
It's not that those domineering flashes of himself have vanished, oddly; it's still there in his scent, where he can't hope to hide it — something dark, something rich, something that promises aggression and danger. It's almost as though his clothes were a cage that helped to hold it in, and now he's all the more worried because that line of defense has been removed.]
Is it all right, like this?
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( Yuri doesn't bother trying to hide the way he soaks up the stunning cut of Dimitri's body. The dedication he's thrown into training is very much reflected in the way he looks: his broad shoulders and trim waist are wrapped with sleek, strong muscle, and Yuri has to squeeze his hands into fists for just a moment to stop himself from pouncing on him the way he would with Balthus.
It's difficult, though. The scent of him hangs heavy between them where it mixes with the aroma of his own arousal; he flits his tongue over his lips, then swallows hard before offering a distracted little nod. )
Uh β ah, yes, that's perfect.
( Get it together, Yuri.
He exhales softly, mischief pricking the corners of his lips as he moves in to close the distance between them again. For a moment it might seem as though Yuri might swing a leg over to straddle his hips β but then he turns at the last minute, one knee set either side of Dimitri's shoulders and his pussy within kissing distance. )
Figured out how we're gonna do it yet?
( Yuri teases, sliding his palms down the prince's abdomen before dipping low enough that his breath flares over the swell of his cock: )
Or do you need me to be more explicit?
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And it's because he's so taken with what's in front of him that he misses, for a second, that Yuri's plans are to show him some attention right back; the slide of Yuri's hand surprises him, making him trill a soft noise in the back of his throat from it, before heat washes over his cock and all of a sudden the position makes a lot more sense.
It pacifies his instincts somewhat, that Yuri's intentions involve some tending to him in return. The alpha in him is still frustrated and irritable at the fact that it hasn't knotted and mated this available omega in front of him, but the recognition of foreplay smooths over some of that bristling. He's not neglecting the biological imperative, see, he's just working up to it. Slow seduction still falls within the realm of acceptability to his instincts, so long as it continues to properly escalate like this.]
You've kept your promise. I am going to enjoy this.
[He tilts his chin up, dragging a thoughtful, exploratory lick against Yuri's folds, and then rumbles a seemingly satisfied growl.]
I wonder which you crave more. Being pleased, or finally getting your own mouth on me.
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( Yuri shivers atop him as his tongue teases over the wet silk of his folds again, his lashes fluttering closed for half a heartbeat as he takes a moment to gather himself. There's only so much of this he can take β the gentle teasing, the skin-on-skin contact β the fact he's got a strong, beautiful alpha between his legs and under his lips β and he whines softly as he spreads his knees and lowers himself that bit further. )
Who says it has to be one or the other, huh?
( That seems pointless to the omega β why pit two needs against each other when they could give themselves over to both?
Of course, the thought doesn't stick around for very long. It's not Yuri's fault: in his defence, it's kind of difficult to think in a straight line when there's an alpha's cock inches from his lips, and he exhales softly before nuzzling in to drag his lips against the glossy tip.
It takes him a moment longer to realise that he's purring. The vibrations roll through him gently as he lowers himself against Dimitri properly, their stomachs pressed flush as he curls his hands around the thick muscle of the prince's thighs. Strong, the omega thinks, good breeding, good pups, and Yuri moans softly as he flutters kisses over the hot, thick flesh where his scent is strongest.
Saints, but he needs Dimitri's cock in him soon β a thought which is cut short as Yuri parts his lips to suck the head into the wet heat of his mouth. )
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[It's a shame he can't watch Yuri's expression like this, but he doesn't strictly need it, not when there are plenty of other tells to sustain him and praise him for his efforts. He settles in easily, getting comfortable with Yuri's pussy at just the right height to tend to all he likes without straining, and starts to lap at him with more confidence but the same enthusiasm as before. He's so wet, still, and smells so heady and appealing to his alpha senses, and it takes a minute of devoted licking before it starts to occur to Dimitri that this isn't the only hole that's willing and wet for him, at the moment.
And yet it's harder to focus when this time, there's his own pleasure to think of, spurred on not just by the reactions he's getting but the feeling of Yuri's mouth moving over his cock, the eager ministrations of an interested omega knowing its place.
Heat surrounds him, and his hips buck, and he doesn't feel bad about it. All of a sudden he's not worried about whether Yuri was ready for it or not, whether it'd hit too far back in his mouth and make him choke. It's just somehow not his job to care about something like that, because his job is to make Yuri whine and wail and purr, and Yuri's is to please him like he deserves.]
That's right.
[His words wind up mumbled, preoccupied as he is with fucking Yuri on his tongue in between long licks to his folds.]
There's a knot for you. All for you. You want it, don't you?
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( A surprised little sound melts around Dimitri's cock as it's suddenly thrust deeper into his mouth β but it's accompanied by a tell-tale shiver, a twitch of the thighs that suggests Yuri likes that very, very much. How could he not? Taking anything and everything an alpha would give him is what his body was bred for, and Saints, but it feels good to realise that Dimitri knows it too.
No doubt the prince can feel Yuri's purring through his cock as he gets himself comfortable again. There's no need to make it pretty when they're like this β when Dimitri's attention is altogether focused on the wet clench of his pussy β and so he lets saliva drip from the corners of his lips to coat his cock as he begins to bob his head over his lap.
There's something about the fact they're doing it together β doing it for each other β that makes Yuri want to please his alpha even more. Each time Dimitri's tongue fucks inside him it's all he can do not to moan; he isn't usually so noisy, not quite so quickly, but it's ...
Being with Dimitri is somehow different.
My alpha, he thinks vaguely, as he lets himself ride back onto the other boy's mouth to thoughts of taking the swell of his knot. My alpha, mine, mine, minβ )
Yesβ!
( Goddess β how could he not? More slick drips from his folds as that dark voice goads him with the promise of being knotted: )
I want it, Dimitri. Want it so much.
( Panting against his cock, Yuri slides his tongue up and down the underside before smearing his lips against the head again. )
You'll give it to me?
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Where do you want it. Here?
[Of course he doesn't. That's what makes it mean; good sense would say yes, but his biology knows better, knows what it craves, knows what's made to take a knot.
All the more reason to keep pressing him, so tenderly cruel.]
You must want it here. Hmm?
[He pushes his thumb a little deeper, fingers kneading the meat of his ass.]
Where do you want your knot, omega?
[He growls long and low and velvet, all alpha dominance, and shoves his tongue back into Yuri's pussy, intent on stimulating him in both holes at once.]
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( Dimitri nudges his thumb against that slippery clench and Yuri squirms atop him, momentarily unravelled by the mere thought of being filled in both his holes. He can't bite back the soft sob that escapes him at the sweet torment Dimitri murmurs against his pussy: he knows, the alpha knows where he wants him to sink his knot, but making him have to skirt around saying it ...
Yuri moans against his cock. )
You know where I want it.
( He tilts his hips just enough that it could be considered properly presenting himself β as omegas are supposed to for their alphas, of course, which is something Dimitri might not know so much as feel deep in the marrow of his bones. He keens with pleasure when his tongue slides into him again β when it fucks him open and spears him with heat β all the while lapping and suckling at the head of his dick before pulling off him again with a wet pop. )
Please, pleaseβ
( Yuri would make a Beta work for his begging, but with an alpha? It comes just as naturally as breathing. He slides his tongue down to the root of the prince's cock where his knot will soon begin to swell, his hips rocking back onto the teasing press of his thumb and his face as he clutches at strong thighs. )
More.
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