( 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. )
[If there was any chance of Dimitri retaining a single ounce of self-control, it flees at the sight of Yuri presenting — and it's not just the alpha in him that loves it. It strikes a particular chord with Dimitri himself, too, more even than his instincts insist; there's something about knowing it's Yuri, the proud and dangerous and cunning lord of Abyss, surrendering in such a primal way that makes his blood run hot with desire.
In that moment, the man and the beast both snap into alignment. They both want, and at least one of them knows what to do to get what it wants. It means that Dimitri's own foibles and insecurities go by the wayside in favor of simply chasing the pulse of the alpha in his veins, following the primal urges that know, know that everything he wants most lies at the apex of this exchange, when something in him is set free to possess something of Yuri and tangle them up inextricably together in a way that even nature can't undo.]
Mmh...such a pretty sound...
[And really, he'd be more coherent, only it's all but impossible to focus as Yuri nuzzles down to tongue at the base of his cock, right where it's sensitive, where soon his swollen knot will demand pressure and heat and the tight grip of being buried inside a willing body. He'd learned the hard way once, during a terrible rut, how painful it is to try to simply ignore those demands; somehow, he hadn't expected it to hurt the way it had, but going without that blissful pressure had left him aching in a way that had him tearing apart his bedsheets in search of relief he couldn't find, the pain reminiscent of the frustration of being desperately exhausted and yet unable to fall asleep.
His hips buck, knowing he'll get at least one orgasm before his knot properly begins to fill out, and tries to divide his focus between his own tongue's efforts and the pleasure twisting in his gut as Yuri's mouth tempts him closer and closer to completion.
Goddess, the mixing of their scents hangs so thick in the air, it'll take weeks to air out. He licks and sucks with enthusiastic abandon, stirring up desire as best he can, until at last something seizes him in the chest and he draws away just slightly, just enough to purr again, himself.
This isn't like before. This isn't a notice me flirtation. It isn't even the praising good omega my omega he'd previously rumbled in his approval.
This is a method of stroking pleasure all in itself, not against Yuri's body but sliding silk along his very nature. This is a sound that resonates, aural stimulation as powerful as the tactile variety, that shudders down one's spine and ignites the nerves and seeks to overwhelm with its decadence.]
( Logically, Yuri knows that Dimitri likes this. His cock is impossibly hard beneath the silky smear of his lips, and he's fucking him on his tongue with deep, eager strokes that suggest a new-found appreciation of the act. Each twitch and rumble is pure, pleased alpha β he's a man who's having sex and enjoying it β but Goddess, it's when he purrs into him that Yuri knows he has him.
Dimitri wants to please him badly, and pleasure shudders through the omega as his hands curl tight into the prince's thighs. He won't last much longer like this β not while Dimitri is using the most primal tricks he has to rub pleasure deep into his pussy β and he whines low in the back of his throat before mouthing over the head of his cock again.
He's going to come, and this time he wants Dimitri to come too.
An indulgent groan melts around his cock as he swallows him down again. It's a common misconception that omegas are somehow physically better suited to all sex acts β even that of sucking an alpha's cock β but the truth? It's close, but different enough that it matters. Yuri isn't somehow without a gag reflex, nor is his throat better suited to relaxing than that of an alpha or a beta β it's just that he feels a primal sort of pleasure in being stuffed full to the brim.
It's not something he thinks he could every quite explain. His blood runs hotter as Dimitri's cock fucks into the back of his mouth, saliva running down his shaft to pool over his balls as Yuri's cheeks hollow while he sucks. One hand releases Dimitri's thigh to slip into the damp space between their bodies and swirl circles over his clitβ
And just like that, Yuri comes hot and explosive over the thrust of Dimitri's tongue. His whole body shakes with it as he moans around the meat of his cock, his desperation to please this alpha β his alpha β increasing with each luxurious suck. Come for me, he purrs, his thighs shivering either side of the prince's head. Give me everything you have.)
[It's a mess, when Yuri comes on his face; oh, he does his best to catch what he can, mouthing and licking him through it with the best of them, but there's so much to contend with that he supposes it's only natural to be left with slick on his chin, on his face, dripping off his jaw to spatter on his waiting collarbones below. Satisfaction starts to twinge in the back of his mind — good, he did good, see what he did, this potential mate is pleased — but then the sweet haze tears apart beneath a flash of sudden irritation as something occurs to him: Yuri had moved his hand.
Yuri moved his hand. He'd slid it down between them. He'd touched himself to come, to tip himself over the edge, and a flash of petty fury races like lightning through Dimitri's blood.
How dare he? How dare he rob his alpha of the satisfaction? Who said he could touch himself? Who said that was his to touch?
A growl spills from his throat, frustrated; he's bristling from the feeling of having been slighted somehow, yet too inexperienced an alpha to know what he's supposed to do to cope with it. You couldn't do it, his instincts rail at him, You weren't enough, he touched himself, show him take him fuck him prove your worth, prove it, prove it!
Huffy, he tugs on Yuri's hip and lashes his tongue against his clit, right where his finger had touched, unmindful of the fact that he'd probably sensitive after his climax, uncaring whether it might be too much. He licks at it like he thinks he can wipe away every touch that had lingered there before, replacing it with his own efforts, just him, his, his.
Come down his throat, his alpha instincts coax, appeased by his efforts and tempted by the sense memory of Yuri's purring. Like he can still fix this. Like it's not too far gone. Come in him. Bite him. Knot him. Ours. Ours. Ours.
And — yes. Yes, his mouth is hot, the suction tight, the grip on him just what he wants. As his flashburn of defensiveness melts back into possessive pride, he bucks his hips up hard, enticed by thoughts of marking and claiming until at last he's coming himself, his cock thick and twitching as his first round spills into Yuri's waiting mouth.]
( The whine that escapes Yuri when Dimitri's attitude changes β when he pulls him closer to whip his tongue against his over-sensitive clit β 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 awayβ
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 β 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 β he's already irritated Dimitri once, after all β 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. )
[Did he...like that? What a strange question — or at least, it seems strange at first pass, while his blood is still pounding in his veins and the endorphins from his orgasm have yet to fade. It's befuddling enough that he doesn't precisely know the right answer, at first: yes, he's pleased, but no, he didn't like feeling inadequate, but yes, he'd fixed it...hadn't he? Yes, he'd liked the feeling of Yuri's throat working around him. Yes, he likes knowing Yuri had swallowed him down, just as he'd done in return, so that at least something about them has mingled together, even if he hasn't been allowed to properly breed him like he needs...
Did he like that?
What a funny little notion. And yet it's one that forces him to think — him, not the alpha, not his instincts but his own consciousness.]
...Yes. Only...
[He hesitates, feeling a little like a pup with its tail between its legs.]
I didn't make you come.
[He's more careful, now, than he was before. He draws his hand off Yuri's hip and pets it along the insides of his thighs, avoiding his oversensitive pussy this time, but wanting to touch him intimately anyway. His growling has softened, rumbling down into a throaty purr, still possessive but lacking the edge it'd carried before.]
( It takes Yuri a second to figure out what Dimitri s talking about. Didn't make him come? Did he not just soak his lips and chin with evidence of the opposite? He hums quietly as those battle-calloused palms stroke up the inside of his thighs, thenβ
Ah. He touched himself. That must be what Dimitri's talking about. )
Hey ...
( Yuri is slow and shaky in pulling himself up and turning around β and the sight Dimitri makes underneath him gives him pause for a moment. He looks like Yuri's desires personified: strong, handsome, glossy with sweat and slick from his aching pussy, but there's a moue of disappointment on his lips that leaves the omega feeling awful. )
C'mon, sweetheart, it wasn't like that.
( He tucks himself in against Dimitri's side to drop a few kisses over his chest, and lets a hand stroke over his waist as their legs slot against one another. )
I wouldn't have come at all without your mouth and fingers. I just ... sometimes guys get a little carried away with ... ah, getting inside, and I didn't wanna spoil the moment by telling you what to do.
( The hand a Dimitri's waist slides down to gently massage his balls into his palm. )
You pleased me so much, Dimitri. I promise you that.
[Yuri makes it sound so simple. And in his voice, in his own lilting words, there's a clarity that wasn't able to penetrate through Dimitri's own ragged instincts, his habit of resorting to blaming himself for inadequacy wherever he finds it. But this, too, is a natural way that omegas interact with the alphas around them, isn't it? They're natural peacemakers as much as they are minxes, soothing and coaxing until an alpha's flaring temper smooths out and goes still again.
His instincts still pull at him, even now, but this part of the dance is different than before. Now his possessiveness comes slower and more languid, though no less intense for its more moderate tempo. Yuri cuddles in against him and his hands go instantly to touch him, fingertips running along his damp skin, claiming in subtle ways instead of his previous overt ones.
Yuri's neck is unbitten. He should fix that. He should fix that, but he can't, and he won't, just like he can't and won't sink into his body and knot him full and mold him to fit his alpha's cock and no one else.]
I thought it was me.
[He sounds a little guilty now, confessing his previous dark thoughts and the nature of his growling. It's hard to say which has him more tamed in that moment: his own hangdog mood, or the way Yuri quite literally has him by the balls and behaving himself.]
It — it wouldn't be the first time, I suppose you could say. Not measuring up, despite my best efforts. I'm sorry if I frightened you, or hurt you.
( Yuri just shakes his head, massaging gently before letting his hand slip away to stroke over Dimitri's thighs, up his hip, his fingertips brushing against the most tender parts of his skin just to remind him that he's still there. They're together. He isn't going anywhere.
It's strange to hear him talk about this idea that he might not measure up. His immediate leap to such a conclusion suggests it's something he struggles with more often than he might admit: it wouldn't be the first time, he'd said, as though he's used to being told how he isn't good enough β but who would say such a thing to a young man who's so obviously always trying to be the most appropriate version of himself? )
Well, you measure up to me.
( A few light kisses are dropped against Dimitri's shoulder. If he were in his right mind, this would be the part where he'd make a mental note about how to best use these insecurities against him β but that'll be something he'll have to revisit at some point in the future. Right now, Yuri just wants to get back to his alpha feeling good again.
His alpha.)
And just so you know: it's adorable that you'd apologise in the first place, but you didn't frighten or hurt me. I was just kind of ... surprised, I suppose.
( Yuri pushes himself up onto an elbow, his hair a mess and his cheeks and lips still flush with the effort of sucking Dimitri's cock. When he smiles it's equal parts warm and rogueish: )
How about instead of just telling you, I show you with a kiss?
Surprised...well. I — I suppose it could be worse.
[But Yuri's got a few surprises of his own up his sleeve, it seems; it shouldn't be such a momentous thing, to hear what Yuri is offering him and process it, but somehow despite the fact that he's just licked Yuri to completion twice and had his dick sucked in return once, the idea of being kissed is...groundbreaking.
Or maybe it's just that Yuri seems to have a knack for being a vision in everything he does, as lovely disheveled as he'd been when every hair was perfectly in place, his scent thick and his pleasure sweet and the musk of their previous activities still clinging all around them.]
Yes...please, I'd like that. Do as you see fit with me, I'd...I'd like that.
That gets a soft chuckle as he lifts a hand to stroke along the line of his jaw, applying just enough pressure to tilt Dimitri's face up to him as he cuddles in close. It's kind of funny: Yuri never thought of himself as much of a cuddler before he met Balthus, but now here he is, spooning up against the Prince of Faerghus in the hopes of putting a smile on his face again. )
Yeah? You're gonna let me be in charge?
( Yuri's smile is mischievous as he leans down to nudge the tips of their noses together again. )
I like that. I suppose most people think I'm an Alpha for a reason ...
( But instead of expanding on that thought, Yuri just tilts his head to slot their lips together in a gentle kiss. It's immediately soothing to the Omega: Yuri hadn't realised how much he'd needed to kiss him but it causes something inside him to unwind, and he hums softly as he lets his tongue slip against Dimitri's lower lip. )
Ah, mm...that's not how it is in the highest circles, you know...
[He offers the thought up almost like it's an attempt at making amends for his previous behavior, like he thinks he's being spoiled with kisses and aches to do something worthy of it in return. Unfortunately for Dimitri, what he thinks of as idle facts about life in the great houses of Faerghus is information with much more power and potential in the hands of someone like Yuri, but of course he's not thinking about that right now. He's thinking about feeling bad, and wanting to feel better, and the kindness Yuri is offering him in his gentle touches and soft, slippery kisses.
He shifts his hands almost instinctively, one set of fingertips brushing against Yuri's abdomen in the expanse between his hips, and the other skimming lightly along his jaw, touching without possessing, just needing to feel him in as many ways as he can while their mouths move together.]
It's not that omegas are turned away from the upper echelons because they're seen as unworthy. Quite the contrary...they're seen as dangerous.
[His tone is so earnest, it's almost like he's trying to reassure Yuri with the information woven through these secrets.]
I...suppose it might be different in the Empire, or other places. But they're certainly not seen as inferior to alphas in the Kingdom.
( Yuri presses forward into the touch of Dimitri's hand, doing his best to ignore the fact that being touched like that, there, on the lowest part of his abdomen, is only feeding into the Omega urges he's trying to ignore. Does Dimitri even realise what the stroke of his fingertips is doing to him? )
Huh ... I suppose that makes sense.
( It's an interesting piece of information, to be sure. Yuri tucks it away for later. )
Not inferior, just threatening to the big strong Alphas in charge.
( He teases, brushing a few more of those sweet kisses over Dimitri's jaw and collarbones before leaning in to take his lips again. Yuri kisses him slow this time - their tongues curling lazily against as he shifts so he's splayed on top of him. It settles him over Dimitri's cock; Yuri rolls his hips gently, just grinding his pussy against the spit-slick swell of him, and lets the kiss deepen just barely before pulling away again. )
I spent a few years in the Empire, you know. Before I came to Garreg Mach.
( Slender fingers stroke through blond hair. )
It was full of Alphas who didn't give a damn about me. Men, women ... they just wanted a pretty face to fuck. Omegas were nothing there.
( But he chuckles softly, then leans down to nip at Dimitri's lower lip. )
So, if I ever end up leaving Abyss? It's gonna be a toss-up between Faerghus and Leicester, that's for damn sure.
[It's impossible not to get distracted as Yuri's temptations cascade over him, one after another. If it had only been his kisses, sweet and alluring as they are, maybe he would've settled into the rhythm of them and let himself be carried along on their current. If it'd only been the talk of the Empire, and of Yuri's prior experiences there, maybe he'd have been able to focus even through his bristling instincts.
But it's everything. It's everything in rapid succession, soft kisses and purring words and then suddenly Yuri's lithe weight on top of him, closer now to a proper breeding position than he's been yet, and there's no chance in hell of Dimitri keeping his composure when he's twice been denied the opportunity to properly bury himself inside Yuri and now the chance is there, right there, and he can't.
A pretty face to fuck, Yuri says, offhandedly. Does that mean — is he still untouched, otherwise? He'd been so careful, earlier, when talking about how they might join, the precautions to take to prevent an unintended child. Then he's been careful, he must have been. He's not let any of those other alphas take what's Dimitri's.]
Why would you go to the Alliance?
[His hands come up to hold Yuri's hips, demanding insurance against the possibility that Yuri might rise up or move away when Dimitri so plainly doesn't want him to.]
It's true the Kingdom isn't perfect, but surely...surely you'd be happier there.
[He bares his teeth, just slightly; the faintest points of his incisors show from behind his lips. And to his credit, he hasn't yet tried to shift beneath Yuri or angle his hips to coax the tip of his cock to "accidentally" slip inside him; he's behaving, so far, but only while he still has the reassurance of Kingdom superiority, and therefore nothing to prove in response.]
( It's the reaction Yuri wants. Dimitri's hands curl around his hips, his teeth glint in the low light, and Yuri swallows a curling smile at how receptive the young prince is to being nudged in the direction of his choosing. Those traditions that would otherwise warn Dimitri from getting too closely involved with him weren't necessarily incorrect. )
I was born there, you know. In the Kingdom.
( Yuri replies thoughtfully, his grinding slowing to a halt as he feigns turning the idea of heading back there over in his mind. )
A little village up north, where the winters were especially cold.
( It's true, too. His mother still lives there to this day - not that Yuri has the kind of time on his hands any more to make the trip there very often. It weighs heavy on his heart that he can't spend the kind of time with her he'd like, but then when the choice is stay in Abyss and keep her fed and warm or head back home and have her go hungry ...
Yeah. It's really no choice at all - not with Aelfric's threats in the mix. )
But, I've already seen what the Kingdom has to offer. The Empire, too. It's only fair to give the Alliance that same chance, right?
You've not even begun to see what Faerghus has to offer.
[Yuri stills, and Dimitri's hands tense on his hips. There's plenty that Faerghus has to offer him right now, right here, beneath his pink pretty slit, and it's maddening to try to keep still and focus his mind on the discussion at hand, especially now that he's left aching for sensation that's no longer coming.]
A flower like you would wither in the heat of the south. In Faerghus you would bloom.
[His lips part, his tongue darting out to wet them, and he rocks his hips just slightly, showing the power in his alpha's body, lifting Yuri an inch or two with the roll of it before settling them both back down again.]
However cold our winters, we know quite well how to stay warm there.
( That demanding grind pulls an involuntary hiss of pleasure to Yuri's lips. Between them, he can feel himself becoming wet and slick and ready again, and he bucks his own hips just the once as the Omega whines for him. )
Yeah? Maybe I'll have a rethink, then. The last thing I want to do is wither when I've finally found someone who appreciates my petals.
( He teases, catching his lips in another soft, suckling kiss before nipping at his lower lip. When he pulls away it's only to put a half-inch of distance between them again, and his murmur rolls warm and sweet against the curve of the prince's mouth. )
Put me on my back, Dimitri. Show me how to keep warm.
[The alpha in him can be so mercurial in its moods, he thinks through a daze as the scent of Yuri's slick hits the back of his palate, a sensory experience that isn't quite smell yet isn't quite taste, but that goes straight to his wild, demanding instincts. A slight from Yuri can send him spiraling into the moodiest of lows, licking his wounds, sulky and shamed; a single word of praise can set his mood soaring. Were he more possessed of his senses, perhaps he'd perceive the way his desires behave like marionette strings, tugging him this way and that. As it is...
As it is, Yuri intimates that he might just make his home in Faerghus after all, and the proud alpha in him tastes victory, tastes dominance over his perceived competition. Not the Empire, not the Alliance. His kingdom. His homeland. It's supremacy, in its basest and simplest form.
It leaves him elated.
He's smiling by the time Yuri kisses him, eyes dark and pupils blown, so happy it's hard to focus on anything but how eager he is to please, to earn more of that adoration and approval. He considers idly how Yuri might want to be moved onto his back; would he want it tenderly, treating him like the precious thing he is? Or would he want it roughly, so that he can taste for himself what a powerful alpha he's chosen, to see his strength and know it's all for him?
It's not surprising, that the alpha wins out.
Dimitri moves like a tidal surge, strong arm wrapping snug around Yuri's bare waist as he rolls and hitches to throw Yuri down onto the mattress, following through on the movement with a hunter's grace as he flips their positions and blankets Yuri's body with his.
This was the thing he wasn't supposed to do, he thinks distantly as he braces his arms on either side of Yuri's neck, golden locks dangling down as his eyes fix on Yuri's neck, and he considers just how easy it would be to bare his fangs. This was the thing he was supposed to avoid, but it's hard to remember why.
He bends instead, pushing his mouth against Yuri's as he brings their hips together, grinding against his wetness like he'd been before, only now with the benefit of leverage to make it really satisfying.]
( 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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( 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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In that moment, the man and the beast both snap into alignment. They both want, and at least one of them knows what to do to get what it wants. It means that Dimitri's own foibles and insecurities go by the wayside in favor of simply chasing the pulse of the alpha in his veins, following the primal urges that know, know that everything he wants most lies at the apex of this exchange, when something in him is set free to possess something of Yuri and tangle them up inextricably together in a way that even nature can't undo.]
Mmh...such a pretty sound...
[And really, he'd be more coherent, only it's all but impossible to focus as Yuri nuzzles down to tongue at the base of his cock, right where it's sensitive, where soon his swollen knot will demand pressure and heat and the tight grip of being buried inside a willing body. He'd learned the hard way once, during a terrible rut, how painful it is to try to simply ignore those demands; somehow, he hadn't expected it to hurt the way it had, but going without that blissful pressure had left him aching in a way that had him tearing apart his bedsheets in search of relief he couldn't find, the pain reminiscent of the frustration of being desperately exhausted and yet unable to fall asleep.
His hips buck, knowing he'll get at least one orgasm before his knot properly begins to fill out, and tries to divide his focus between his own tongue's efforts and the pleasure twisting in his gut as Yuri's mouth tempts him closer and closer to completion.
Goddess, the mixing of their scents hangs so thick in the air, it'll take weeks to air out. He licks and sucks with enthusiastic abandon, stirring up desire as best he can, until at last something seizes him in the chest and he draws away just slightly, just enough to purr again, himself.
This isn't like before. This isn't a notice me flirtation. It isn't even the praising good omega my omega he'd previously rumbled in his approval.
This is a method of stroking pleasure all in itself, not against Yuri's body but sliding silk along his very nature. This is a sound that resonates, aural stimulation as powerful as the tactile variety, that shudders down one's spine and ignites the nerves and seeks to overwhelm with its decadence.]
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( Logically, Yuri knows that Dimitri likes this. His cock is impossibly hard beneath the silky smear of his lips, and he's fucking him on his tongue with deep, eager strokes that suggest a new-found appreciation of the act. Each twitch and rumble is pure, pleased alpha β he's a man who's having sex and enjoying it β but Goddess, it's when he purrs into him that Yuri knows he has him.
Dimitri wants to please him badly, and pleasure shudders through the omega as his hands curl tight into the prince's thighs. He won't last much longer like this β not while Dimitri is using the most primal tricks he has to rub pleasure deep into his pussy β and he whines low in the back of his throat before mouthing over the head of his cock again.
He's going to come, and this time he wants Dimitri to come too.
An indulgent groan melts around his cock as he swallows him down again. It's a common misconception that omegas are somehow physically better suited to all sex acts β even that of sucking an alpha's cock β but the truth? It's close, but different enough that it matters. Yuri isn't somehow without a gag reflex, nor is his throat better suited to relaxing than that of an alpha or a beta β it's just that he feels a primal sort of pleasure in being stuffed full to the brim.
It's not something he thinks he could every quite explain. His blood runs hotter as Dimitri's cock fucks into the back of his mouth, saliva running down his shaft to pool over his balls as Yuri's cheeks hollow while he sucks. One hand releases Dimitri's thigh to slip into the damp space between their bodies and swirl circles over his clitβ
And just like that, Yuri comes hot and explosive over the thrust of Dimitri's tongue. His whole body shakes with it as he moans around the meat of his cock, his desperation to please this alpha β his alpha β increasing with each luxurious suck. Come for me, he purrs, his thighs shivering either side of the prince's head. Give me everything you have. )
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Yuri moved his hand. He'd slid it down between them. He'd touched himself to come, to tip himself over the edge, and a flash of petty fury races like lightning through Dimitri's blood.
How dare he? How dare he rob his alpha of the satisfaction? Who said he could touch himself? Who said that was his to touch?
A growl spills from his throat, frustrated; he's bristling from the feeling of having been slighted somehow, yet too inexperienced an alpha to know what he's supposed to do to cope with it. You couldn't do it, his instincts rail at him, You weren't enough, he touched himself, show him take him fuck him prove your worth, prove it, prove it!
Huffy, he tugs on Yuri's hip and lashes his tongue against his clit, right where his finger had touched, unmindful of the fact that he'd probably sensitive after his climax, uncaring whether it might be too much. He licks at it like he thinks he can wipe away every touch that had lingered there before, replacing it with his own efforts, just him, his, his.
Come down his throat, his alpha instincts coax, appeased by his efforts and tempted by the sense memory of Yuri's purring. Like he can still fix this. Like it's not too far gone. Come in him. Bite him. Knot him. Ours. Ours. Ours.
And — yes. Yes, his mouth is hot, the suction tight, the grip on him just what he wants. As his flashburn of defensiveness melts back into possessive pride, he bucks his hips up hard, enticed by thoughts of marking and claiming until at last he's coming himself, his cock thick and twitching as his first round spills into Yuri's waiting mouth.]
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( The whine that escapes Yuri when Dimitri's attitude changes β when he pulls him closer to whip his tongue against his over-sensitive clit β 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 awayβ
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 β 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 β he's already irritated Dimitri once, after all β 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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Did he like that?
What a funny little notion. And yet it's one that forces him to think — him, not the alpha, not his instincts but his own consciousness.]
...Yes. Only...
[He hesitates, feeling a little like a pup with its tail between its legs.]
I didn't make you come.
[He's more careful, now, than he was before. He draws his hand off Yuri's hip and pets it along the insides of his thighs, avoiding his oversensitive pussy this time, but wanting to touch him intimately anyway. His growling has softened, rumbling down into a throaty purr, still possessive but lacking the edge it'd carried before.]
Didn't I please you well enough?
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( It takes Yuri a second to figure out what Dimitri s talking about. Didn't make him come? Did he not just soak his lips and chin with evidence of the opposite? He hums quietly as those battle-calloused palms stroke up the inside of his thighs, thenβ
Ah. He touched himself. That must be what Dimitri's talking about. )
Hey ...
( Yuri is slow and shaky in pulling himself up and turning around β and the sight Dimitri makes underneath him gives him pause for a moment. He looks like Yuri's desires personified: strong, handsome, glossy with sweat and slick from his aching pussy, but there's a moue of disappointment on his lips that leaves the omega feeling awful. )
C'mon, sweetheart, it wasn't like that.
( He tucks himself in against Dimitri's side to drop a few kisses over his chest, and lets a hand stroke over his waist as their legs slot against one another. )
I wouldn't have come at all without your mouth and fingers. I just ... sometimes guys get a little carried away with ... ah, getting inside, and I didn't wanna spoil the moment by telling you what to do.
( The hand a Dimitri's waist slides down to gently massage his balls into his palm. )
You pleased me so much, Dimitri. I promise you that.
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His instincts still pull at him, even now, but this part of the dance is different than before. Now his possessiveness comes slower and more languid, though no less intense for its more moderate tempo. Yuri cuddles in against him and his hands go instantly to touch him, fingertips running along his damp skin, claiming in subtle ways instead of his previous overt ones.
Yuri's neck is unbitten. He should fix that. He should fix that, but he can't, and he won't, just like he can't and won't sink into his body and knot him full and mold him to fit his alpha's cock and no one else.]
I thought it was me.
[He sounds a little guilty now, confessing his previous dark thoughts and the nature of his growling. It's hard to say which has him more tamed in that moment: his own hangdog mood, or the way Yuri quite literally has him by the balls and behaving himself.]
It — it wouldn't be the first time, I suppose you could say. Not measuring up, despite my best efforts. I'm sorry if I frightened you, or hurt you.
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( Yuri just shakes his head, massaging gently before letting his hand slip away to stroke over Dimitri's thighs, up his hip, his fingertips brushing against the most tender parts of his skin just to remind him that he's still there. They're together. He isn't going anywhere.
It's strange to hear him talk about this idea that he might not measure up. His immediate leap to such a conclusion suggests it's something he struggles with more often than he might admit: it wouldn't be the first time, he'd said, as though he's used to being told how he isn't good enough β but who would say such a thing to a young man who's so obviously always trying to be the most appropriate version of himself? )
Well, you measure up to me.
( A few light kisses are dropped against Dimitri's shoulder. If he were in his right mind, this would be the part where he'd make a mental note about how to best use these insecurities against him β but that'll be something he'll have to revisit at some point in the future. Right now, Yuri just wants to get back to his alpha feeling good again.
His alpha. )
And just so you know: it's adorable that you'd apologise in the first place, but you didn't frighten or hurt me. I was just kind of ... surprised, I suppose.
( Yuri pushes himself up onto an elbow, his hair a mess and his cheeks and lips still flush with the effort of sucking Dimitri's cock. When he smiles it's equal parts warm and rogueish: )
How about instead of just telling you, I show you with a kiss?
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[But Yuri's got a few surprises of his own up his sleeve, it seems; it shouldn't be such a momentous thing, to hear what Yuri is offering him and process it, but somehow despite the fact that he's just licked Yuri to completion twice and had his dick sucked in return once, the idea of being kissed is...groundbreaking.
Or maybe it's just that Yuri seems to have a knack for being a vision in everything he does, as lovely disheveled as he'd been when every hair was perfectly in place, his scent thick and his pleasure sweet and the musk of their previous activities still clinging all around them.]
Yes...please, I'd like that. Do as you see fit with me, I'd...I'd like that.
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( As Yuri sees fit with him, huh?
That gets a soft chuckle as he lifts a hand to stroke along the line of his jaw, applying just enough pressure to tilt Dimitri's face up to him as he cuddles in close. It's kind of funny: Yuri never thought of himself as much of a cuddler before he met Balthus, but now here he is, spooning up against the Prince of Faerghus in the hopes of putting a smile on his face again. )
Yeah? You're gonna let me be in charge?
( Yuri's smile is mischievous as he leans down to nudge the tips of their noses together again. )
I like that. I suppose most people think I'm an Alpha for a reason ...
( But instead of expanding on that thought, Yuri just tilts his head to slot their lips together in a gentle kiss. It's immediately soothing to the Omega: Yuri hadn't realised how much he'd needed to kiss him but it causes something inside him to unwind, and he hums softly as he lets his tongue slip against Dimitri's lower lip. )
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[He offers the thought up almost like it's an attempt at making amends for his previous behavior, like he thinks he's being spoiled with kisses and aches to do something worthy of it in return. Unfortunately for Dimitri, what he thinks of as idle facts about life in the great houses of Faerghus is information with much more power and potential in the hands of someone like Yuri, but of course he's not thinking about that right now. He's thinking about feeling bad, and wanting to feel better, and the kindness Yuri is offering him in his gentle touches and soft, slippery kisses.
He shifts his hands almost instinctively, one set of fingertips brushing against Yuri's abdomen in the expanse between his hips, and the other skimming lightly along his jaw, touching without possessing, just needing to feel him in as many ways as he can while their mouths move together.]
It's not that omegas are turned away from the upper echelons because they're seen as unworthy. Quite the contrary...they're seen as dangerous.
[His tone is so earnest, it's almost like he's trying to reassure Yuri with the information woven through these secrets.]
I...suppose it might be different in the Empire, or other places. But they're certainly not seen as inferior to alphas in the Kingdom.
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( Yuri presses forward into the touch of Dimitri's hand, doing his best to ignore the fact that being touched like that, there, on the lowest part of his abdomen, is only feeding into the Omega urges he's trying to ignore. Does Dimitri even realise what the stroke of his fingertips is doing to him? )
Huh ... I suppose that makes sense.
( It's an interesting piece of information, to be sure. Yuri tucks it away for later. )
Not inferior, just threatening to the big strong Alphas in charge.
( He teases, brushing a few more of those sweet kisses over Dimitri's jaw and collarbones before leaning in to take his lips again. Yuri kisses him slow this time - their tongues curling lazily against as he shifts so he's splayed on top of him. It settles him over Dimitri's cock; Yuri rolls his hips gently, just grinding his pussy against the spit-slick swell of him, and lets the kiss deepen just barely before pulling away again. )
I spent a few years in the Empire, you know. Before I came to Garreg Mach.
( Slender fingers stroke through blond hair. )
It was full of Alphas who didn't give a damn about me. Men, women ... they just wanted a pretty face to fuck. Omegas were nothing there.
( But he chuckles softly, then leans down to nip at Dimitri's lower lip. )
So, if I ever end up leaving Abyss? It's gonna be a toss-up between Faerghus and Leicester, that's for damn sure.
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But it's everything. It's everything in rapid succession, soft kisses and purring words and then suddenly Yuri's lithe weight on top of him, closer now to a proper breeding position than he's been yet, and there's no chance in hell of Dimitri keeping his composure when he's twice been denied the opportunity to properly bury himself inside Yuri and now the chance is there, right there, and he can't.
A pretty face to fuck, Yuri says, offhandedly. Does that mean — is he still untouched, otherwise? He'd been so careful, earlier, when talking about how they might join, the precautions to take to prevent an unintended child. Then he's been careful, he must have been. He's not let any of those other alphas take what's Dimitri's.]
Why would you go to the Alliance?
[His hands come up to hold Yuri's hips, demanding insurance against the possibility that Yuri might rise up or move away when Dimitri so plainly doesn't want him to.]
It's true the Kingdom isn't perfect, but surely...surely you'd be happier there.
[He bares his teeth, just slightly; the faintest points of his incisors show from behind his lips. And to his credit, he hasn't yet tried to shift beneath Yuri or angle his hips to coax the tip of his cock to "accidentally" slip inside him; he's behaving, so far, but only while he still has the reassurance of Kingdom superiority, and therefore nothing to prove in response.]
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( It's the reaction Yuri wants. Dimitri's hands curl around his hips, his teeth glint in the low light, and Yuri swallows a curling smile at how receptive the young prince is to being nudged in the direction of his choosing. Those traditions that would otherwise warn Dimitri from getting too closely involved with him weren't necessarily incorrect. )
I was born there, you know. In the Kingdom.
( Yuri replies thoughtfully, his grinding slowing to a halt as he feigns turning the idea of heading back there over in his mind. )
A little village up north, where the winters were especially cold.
( It's true, too. His mother still lives there to this day - not that Yuri has the kind of time on his hands any more to make the trip there very often. It weighs heavy on his heart that he can't spend the kind of time with her he'd like, but then when the choice is stay in Abyss and keep her fed and warm or head back home and have her go hungry ...
Yeah. It's really no choice at all - not with Aelfric's threats in the mix. )
But, I've already seen what the Kingdom has to offer. The Empire, too. It's only fair to give the Alliance that same chance, right?
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[Yuri stills, and Dimitri's hands tense on his hips. There's plenty that Faerghus has to offer him right now, right here, beneath his pink pretty slit, and it's maddening to try to keep still and focus his mind on the discussion at hand, especially now that he's left aching for sensation that's no longer coming.]
A flower like you would wither in the heat of the south. In Faerghus you would bloom.
[His lips part, his tongue darting out to wet them, and he rocks his hips just slightly, showing the power in his alpha's body, lifting Yuri an inch or two with the roll of it before settling them both back down again.]
However cold our winters, we know quite well how to stay warm there.
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( That demanding grind pulls an involuntary hiss of pleasure to Yuri's lips. Between them, he can feel himself becoming wet and slick and ready again, and he bucks his own hips just the once as the Omega whines for him. )
Yeah? Maybe I'll have a rethink, then. The last thing I want to do is wither when I've finally found someone who appreciates my petals.
( He teases, catching his lips in another soft, suckling kiss before nipping at his lower lip. When he pulls away it's only to put a half-inch of distance between them again, and his murmur rolls warm and sweet against the curve of the prince's mouth. )
Put me on my back, Dimitri. Show me how to keep warm.
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As it is, Yuri intimates that he might just make his home in Faerghus after all, and the proud alpha in him tastes victory, tastes dominance over his perceived competition. Not the Empire, not the Alliance. His kingdom. His homeland. It's supremacy, in its basest and simplest form.
It leaves him elated.
He's smiling by the time Yuri kisses him, eyes dark and pupils blown, so happy it's hard to focus on anything but how eager he is to please, to earn more of that adoration and approval. He considers idly how Yuri might want to be moved onto his back; would he want it tenderly, treating him like the precious thing he is? Or would he want it roughly, so that he can taste for himself what a powerful alpha he's chosen, to see his strength and know it's all for him?
It's not surprising, that the alpha wins out.
Dimitri moves like a tidal surge, strong arm wrapping snug around Yuri's bare waist as he rolls and hitches to throw Yuri down onto the mattress, following through on the movement with a hunter's grace as he flips their positions and blankets Yuri's body with his.
This was the thing he wasn't supposed to do, he thinks distantly as he braces his arms on either side of Yuri's neck, golden locks dangling down as his eyes fix on Yuri's neck, and he considers just how easy it would be to bare his fangs. This was the thing he was supposed to avoid, but it's hard to remember why.
He bends instead, pushing his mouth against Yuri's as he brings their hips together, grinding against his wetness like he'd been before, only now with the benefit of leverage to make it really satisfying.]
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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.
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