[ Before now, before coming here, Yuji had never kissed another person, let alone being bare in front of them like this. It doesn't feel wrong, shrugging off his robe and letting Geto look at him, devour him with his eyes, but at the same time... His embarrassment is too obvious, a little cloying in his desperation.
Is this how it feels? He has no idea, has so little experience, and so all he can do is gaze up at Geto, blinking with wide eyes, wanting, desperately, for something he can't quite name. He's hard, he's wet, his body is flushed and aching, and he wants. ]
Alpha... My alpha, please...
[ He leans into the touches as best he can, angling his body towards Geto without hesitation. ]
[ Suguru feels like he could fall into those eyes. Warm and clouded with need, the edge of inexperience begins to fill Suguru with such an odd urge to... nurture? An instinctive desire rises with the same ferocity as his drive to claim, and the alpha in his chest seems to be sawing away at Suguru's own less-than-moral inclinations. He's manipulating a vulnerable omega and teenager – and whatever remains of Suguru's twisted ethics might have no problem with that. Suguru accepted the "gift" of a trafficked young man instead of immediately setting him loose, and now he's taking advantage of Yuji's sheltered nature.
That doesn't bother Suguru, not really. He can reconcile the evil he commits largely with the justification of a greater good. But the intense reality of Suguru's nature, that alpha instinct to protect an omega he intends to claim, keeps him from treating Yuji carelessly.
Suguru's broad palms curl around Yuji's hips, dragging him closer to tilt the omega's pelvis up, to give Suguru a perfect and tantalizing view of his soon-to-be mate's most intimate places. His expression is a mixture of fascination and arousal, a spark of powerful novelty mingling beyond the call to rut – because this is, in fact, new for him, too. For all that Suguru is committed to his plans to raise a new generation of alphas, he's never actually been with an omega proper. He fucks other alphas, usually, his whole plan to conduct a harem of breeding omegas merely a distant plan for the future. Until now. And here he is, faced with Yuji, his body a miracle in Suguru's eyes.
A rumble of approval rises in his throat, and Suguru leans over Yuji again, dark hair tumbling around them as he brings a hand up to cradle Yuji's cheek. His sizable cock hovers above Yuji's, but Suguru doesn't release his grip fully on the omega's hip, denying him the opportunity to rock or seek friction (for now). ]
I know you will be.
Would you like a kiss for being such a good omega already? [ Because Yuji is surrendering himself to Suguru. He is submitting to his alpha.
[ Gazing up at Suguru, Yuji feels a sense of... Peace. Safety. Serenity. The kind of feeling he hadn't had in weeks, the kind of feeling that had been ripped from him when his grandfather had died, because he had no kind of sanctuary then. He had nowhere that was safe, nowhere that would be a haven for him, but now... With Geto-sama gazing down at him, all warmth and softness, something new and different in his face as he looks...
Yuji swallows, licking his lips. He doesn't know what it is, but he feels completely at ease. It feels as if this is where he was meant to be.
Even the embarrassment of being completely bared to the alpha above him doesn't do anything to remove that sensation, and he burns with the urge to let Geto do whatever he wants. To let him touch, bite, taste, tease, explore his body, whatever might possess him or slip into his mind. The idea of not sharing that with him is unfathomable, because it feels right to give himself over to Geto. It is as if he belongs to him already.
Eyes dark, cheeks a violent red, he breathes out a soft noise. ]
Geto-sama...
[ Tilting up, he blinks back the shy tears and nods. ]
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Is this how it feels? He has no idea, has so little experience, and so all he can do is gaze up at Geto, blinking with wide eyes, wanting, desperately, for something he can't quite name. He's hard, he's wet, his body is flushed and aching, and he wants. ]
Alpha... My alpha, please...
[ He leans into the touches as best he can, angling his body towards Geto without hesitation. ]
I'll be good. I promise.
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That doesn't bother Suguru, not really. He can reconcile the evil he commits largely with the justification of a greater good. But the intense reality of Suguru's nature, that alpha instinct to protect an omega he intends to claim, keeps him from treating Yuji carelessly.
Suguru's broad palms curl around Yuji's hips, dragging him closer to tilt the omega's pelvis up, to give Suguru a perfect and tantalizing view of his soon-to-be mate's most intimate places. His expression is a mixture of fascination and arousal, a spark of powerful novelty mingling beyond the call to rut – because this is, in fact, new for him, too. For all that Suguru is committed to his plans to raise a new generation of alphas, he's never actually been with an omega proper. He fucks other alphas, usually, his whole plan to conduct a harem of breeding omegas merely a distant plan for the future. Until now. And here he is, faced with Yuji, his body a miracle in Suguru's eyes.
A rumble of approval rises in his throat, and Suguru leans over Yuji again, dark hair tumbling around them as he brings a hand up to cradle Yuji's cheek. His sizable cock hovers above Yuji's, but Suguru doesn't release his grip fully on the omega's hip, denying him the opportunity to rock or seek friction (for now). ]
I know you will be.
Would you like a kiss for being such a good omega already? [ Because Yuji is surrendering himself to Suguru. He is submitting to his alpha.
That deserves a reward, in Suguru's mind. ]
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Yuji swallows, licking his lips. He doesn't know what it is, but he feels completely at ease. It feels as if this is where he was meant to be.
Even the embarrassment of being completely bared to the alpha above him doesn't do anything to remove that sensation, and he burns with the urge to let Geto do whatever he wants. To let him touch, bite, taste, tease, explore his body, whatever might possess him or slip into his mind. The idea of not sharing that with him is unfathomable, because it feels right to give himself over to Geto. It is as if he belongs to him already.
Eyes dark, cheeks a violent red, he breathes out a soft noise. ]
Geto-sama...
[ Tilting up, he blinks back the shy tears and nods. ]
I want a kiss. Please, kiss me, alpha.