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The marriage between Damien and Lior had never been about love. It was a political arrangement, a merger of money and armies, and from the very start he made it clear that he despised Damien. For months, the two of them kept their distance, sharing the same bed but never touching, keeping up appearances for the court while living like strangers behind closed doors. But then his parents’ whispers turned into demands. At banquets they teased, dropping subtle hints about heirs, until finally they began asking outright if Lior was pregnant. When he refused intimacy, they grew tired of waiting. Their ultimatum was simple: provide them with an heir, or his inheritance would be stripped from him and given to his younger brother.
For Lior, the idea of losing his wealth and title to someone he considered beneath him was unthinkable. So, begrudgingly, he agreed. That night, he was escorted to the bedroom with a scowl, his sharp tongue complaining the entire way. Normally, the bed was only a place where the two of them laid back-to-back in silence, but now it had to serve its intended purpose. His face was faintly flushed, dark curls spilling across the sheets as he turned to glare at Damien. He had experience with sex before the marriage, but the thought of being bred for an heir made him cringe. Still, his pride wouldn’t let him falter, not when so much was at stake. Gathering what was left of his arrogance, he sneered, masking the nerves flickering in his hazel eyes. “So,” he said, voice dripping with disdain. “Are you going to fuck me, or just sit there like a useless servant?” Damien winced slightly at Lior words, a faint blush colors his cheeks as he looked anywhere but where Lior was sitting on their bed.
As an alpha Damien was fairly short, only taller than Lior by an inch or so and he had none of the expected traits of a proper alpha. Since they first got married Damien had been nothing but docile and respectful of Lior’s wishes, which was nothing like what Lior expected from an alpha of his status.
After a moment of awkward silence, Damien finally spoke. “We could just adopt? Or- or make it look like you got pregnant but had a miscarriage?” He offered sheepishly, an awkward look on his face as he shifted uncomfortably on the bed next to Lior, still not meeting his gaze. Lior's eyes narrowed at Damien's suggestion, his lip curling in disgust. Adoption? Miscarriage? Those were coward's ways out, and he refused to stoop so low. "You think I'd sully my reputation with such lies?" he snapped, sitting up and crossing his arms over his chest. "No, if I'm going to do this, I'll do it properly. My parents will have their precious grandchild, and I'll get what's mine."
He tossed his head, sending his long curls cascading down his back. Even in anger, he moved with a regal grace, like a queen surveying her subjects. But there was a hint of vulnerability in his eyes, a flicker of uncertainty that he quickly hid behind his bravado. "So stop stalling and get on with it," Damien shifted some more on the bed, not moving away nor moving closer to Lior. His face flushed more as he dared a glance at Lior before his eyes quickly darted away. “I really don't know,” Damien started, his voice wavering slightly with embarrassment. “I just don't like the idea of... have sex... if you don't actually want to.” He fidgeted with his hands, twisting them nervously while his eyes never met Lior’s.
Lior rolled his own eyes, clearly annoyed by Damien's hesitation. He couldn't believe how timid and uncertain his own husband was acting. This wasn't the confident, dominant alpha he'd been expecting. "If I didn't want to, I wouldn't have agreed in the first place," he pointed out sharply. "I may not enjoy the act itself, but I understand the necessity of it. Now quit stalling and just... do whatever it is alphas do." He lay back against the pillows, trying to appear relaxed despite the tension coiling in his stomach. His silk robe slipped open slightly, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of smooth, pale skin. He knew he looked good - his body was lean and toned, his features delicate yet striking. Surely that alone should be enough to inspire desire in any alpha.
Damien kept fidgeting nervously, his eyes glued to his hands in his lap. “I don't know I'm kinda tired- can't we circle back to this tomorrow?” He offered weakly. Lior's patience snapped. How dare Damien try to put off something so important! "No, we cannot 'circle back' to this tomorrow!" he shouted, leaping off the bed. "My future depends on this! My entire life! And you're too lazy and incompetent to even-" He cut himself off abruptly, clenching his fists as he took a deep breath. Yelling wasn't going to solve anything. He needed to take control of the situation himself. "Fine," he said icily. "If you won't do it, I will. I'll just have to find another alpha willing to service me properly." With that, he marched towards the door, determined to seek out someone else who could give him what he needed. Someone strong and virile and- well, less of a disappointment than Damien. Damien let out a sigh of relief, looking at Lior at the door with genuine gratefulness. “That's probably for the best.” He said softly, relaxing into their shared bed fully now that he won't need to force anything on Lior.
Lior froze mid-step, turning slowly to stare at Damien in disbelief. Of all the reactions he'd been expecting, relief certainly hadn't been one of them. "What did you just say?" he asked dangerously, stalking back towards the bed. "Did you seriously just tell me that letting me go fuck someone else is 'for the best'?" He loomed over Damien, his eyes flashing with rage and humiliation. To think that his own husband would rather see him with another man than perform his duties as a spouse... it was beyond insulting. "I am your omega, Damien," he hissed, jabbing a finger at Damien's chest. "Yours. Not some cheap whore you can pawn off on others. If anyone is going to breed me, it will be you." Damien flinched back from his anger, shrinking under his intense gaze. “I-I didn't mean it like that!” He stammered out, shaking his head. “I just meant that I don't want to pressure you into doing something you don't want to do," He explained softly, reaching out to gently grab Lior’s wrist. “Please, Lior, let's just talk about this more calmly. There has to be another solution besides... this.” Damien gestured vaguely between them, his cheeks heating again.
Lior jerked his arm free of Damien's grasp, snarling at the mere suggestion of talking things out. As if he wanted to spend any more time discussing this humiliating situation! "There is no other solution!" he yelled, throwing his hands up in exasperation. "Don't you understand? I need an heir, and you need to give me one. End of story!" He started pacing the room, his mind racing as he tried to figure out how to convince Damien to cooperate. Maybe if he appealed to his ego... "You're an alpha, aren't you?" he taunted, spinning around to face Damien. "Aren't you supposed to be strong and virile and capable of satisfying your omega? Or are you too weak to even manage that?" It was cruel, yes, but Lior was desperate. Damien scratched his head awkwardly as he watched Lior pace the room, clearly agitated. He opened his mouth then closed it. When Lior mentioned his second sex his shoulders fell slightly and he looked at Lior with a confused expression. “I am an alpha, I just have morals... I don't understand why you're upset with me.”
Lior stared at Damien incredulously, hardly believing what he was hearing. Morals? In a situation like this? What kind of alpha was he dealing with here? "Are you serious right now?" Lior demanded, marching back over to loom over Damien once more. "You're refusing to fulfill your husbandly duties because of some misguided sense of morality? Do you have any idea how ridiculous that sounds?" He shook his head in disgust, wondering how he'd ended up saddled with such a pathetic excuse for an alpha. But there was no use dwelling on that now. He needed to focus on getting what he wanted. "And anyway, what's moral about depriving your omega of a child?" he continued, his voice taking on a pleading edge. "What's moral about letting your family's legacy die with you?"
Damien looked at Lior with a mix of empathy and sadness, he gently held Lior’s hand between both of his. “I'm not going to have sex with you if you don't actually want to. Unless you actually want me beyond the threat of your parents and expectations I'm not going to.” Damien said slowly with conviction, letting Lior’s hand slip away from his as he got up from bed. “Sex means something to me and I refuse to do it with someone unwilling.” He tied his robe tight round his waist and headed for the door. “We can find another way for you to keep your inheritance without me violating you.” Lior watched in stunned silence as Damien walked away, his words ringing in his ears. Refusing to violate him? Treating his consent as important? It was almost... admirable. Almost. Because it also meant that Lior was going to lose everything. His title, his fortune, his entire identity. All because his stubborn, moralistic little alpha wouldn't bend to his will.
"Wait!" Lior called out, hurrying after Damien. He grabbed his arm, halting his progress towards the door. Up close, he could see the sincerity in Damien's eyes, the quiet strength behind his convictions. It made Lior's heart ache in a way he couldn't quite understand. "Please," he whispered, hating the desperation in his own voice. "Please, Damien. Don't leave me like this. I..." Damien paused at the door, glancing back at Lior with a soft expression. Seeing the desperation and vulnerability in his eyes tugs at Damien’s heartstrings. “Lior... I'll come back, I was just gonna use the bathroom,” He said with eyes full of emotion. “But if you really don't want me to go I guess I could hold it.”
Lior blinked rapidly, taken aback by the sudden change in Damien's demeanor. One minute he'd seemed ready to walk out forever, and the next he was offering to stay, his eyes filled with a tenderness that made Lior's pulse race. Swallowing hard, Lior released his grip on Damien's arm, stepping back slightly. He suddenly felt exposed, vulnerable in a way he rarely allowed himself to be. But there was something about Damien's gentle concern that made him want to lower his guard, just a little. "You... you don't have to hold it on my account," he mumbled, ducking his head shyly. "I mean, I'm not stopping you from using the bathroom. Just..." Just what? He wasn't sure. Damien smiled softly at Lior, walking back over to the door. “I'm not leaving, okay?” He promised, putting a comforting hand on Lior’s shoulder. “Let's just relax for a bit and maybe we can discuss this further if you want.” He suggested keeping his tone light.
Lior nodded jerkily, relieved by Damien's reassurance. He wasn't leaving. For now, that was enough. "Okay," he agreed softly, shrugging off Damien's hand self-consciously. He hated feeling so needy, so dependent on his husband's goodwill. But he couldn't deny the comfort Damien's presence provided, the way his calm demeanor seemed to ease the knot of anxiety in Lior's stomach. "I... I think I might lie down for a bit," he murmured, heading back towards the bed. He slid beneath the covers, pulling them up to his chin as he stared blankly at the ceiling. His mind was racing, trying to process the events of the past few minutes. Trying to understand his own feelings. Damien nodded understandingly, watching him climb back into bed. He left the room, closing the door softly behind him.
Lior listened to the soft click of the door shutting, signaling Damien's departure. He let out a shuddering sigh, rolling onto his side to face the wall. The cool silk sheets felt strange against his flushed skin, the room suddenly seeming too warm, too confining. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the confusing swirl of emotions churning within him. Desire, frustration, fear, gratitude... It was all too much. Too overwhelming. A single tear leaked from the corner of his eye, trailing down his cheek to dampen the pillow beneath his head. He sniffled quietly, burying his face deeper into the feathers as he fought to regain control of himself. This was ridiculous. Crying over a stupid argument with his husband? He was better than this. Stronger than this.
After using the restroom Damien returned to their bedroom, gently opening the door and peeking inside. He saw Lior curled up facing the wall and he felt a pang of guilt for upsetting him so much. “Hey…” He says softly, walking over to sit on the edge of the bed near Lior. “Are you alright?” Lior stiffened at the sound of Damien's voice, quickly wiping at his damp cheeks with the back of his hand. He refused to let his husband see him like this - weak, emotional, pathetic. "I'm fine," he muttered, not bothering to turn and face Damien. "Just tired. Leave me alone." But even as the words left his lips, he knew they rang hollow. He wasn't fine. Far from it. And some traitorous part of him wanted nothing more than to burrow into Damien's embrace and let himself break down completely. The thought made him shudder with revulsion. No. He couldn't allow himself to be that vulnerable. That needy.
Damien hesitated for a moment before getting up and going to his side of the bed. “Okay, we don't have to talk about it if you don't want to.” He said softly, crawling under the covers. Their bed was large enough that enough with both of them under the covers neither of them could feel the other's warmth. Lior remained rigidly still as Damien settled into the bed beside him, acutely aware of his husband's presence even though they weren't touching. He could smell the clean scent of soap clinging to Damien's skin, hear the soft rustle of fabric as he shifted beneath the covers. Tension coiled in Lior's gut, his heart pounding erratically against his ribs. Part of him wanted to roll over and bury his face in Damien's chest, to inhale deeply and lose himself in his alpha's comforting aroma. But pride held him back, kept him frozen in place. Instead, he focused on the steady rhythm of his own breathing, counting each inhale and exhale in an attempt to calm his frayed nerves.
Damien settled into the pillows and gradually fell asleep, his breathing evening out into a soft rhythm of inhales and exhales. The sound of Damien's sleeping breaths eventually lulled Lior into a restless slumber of his own. He tossed and turned fitfully, plagued by fragmented dreams filled with heated glances and unspoken desires. In the dim pre-dawn hours, he found himself tangled in the sheets, sweat beading on his brow despite the cool night air. He moaned softly, hips bucking involuntarily as phantom touches ignited sparks across his sensitive skin. Suddenly, he jolted awake, gasping harshly as reality crashed over him. His body throbbed with need, his cock straining painfully against the confines of his pajama pants. He clenched his jaw, squeezing his eyes shut against the urge to grind shamelessly against the mattress until he found release.
Damien continued to sleep soundly, completely unaware and unbothered by Lior. He snored softly into the pillows, tugging the blanket closer. Lior stared at Damien's peaceful form, jealousy and resentment twisting in his gut. How could his husband sleep so soundly while he lay here tormented by lust? It wasn't fair. None of this was fair. Sucking in a shuddering breath, Lior reached down to palm his aching erection through the thin fabric of his pants. He bit his lip hard enough to taste blood, muffling a groan as pleasure sparked through him at the contact. He knew he should stop, should wait until Damien woke up and demand that he take care of this need, as was his duty. But the ache was too insistent, the desire too consuming. With a strangled whimper, Lior shoved his hand inside his pants, curling his fingers around his hot, pulsing flesh. Damien's eyes fluttered open and he blinked blearily, slowly coming to consciousness. His bladder feels uncomfortably full. “Mmmn..” He hum groggily, stretching my arms above my head before sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He walked slowly to the door, still mostly asleep.
Lior froze mid-stroke, his heart leaping into his throat as he heard Damien stir beside him. Panic flooded his veins, making his pulse pound wildly in his ears. Oh god, oh god, oh god... what if Damien caught him like this? Masturbating like some horny teenager, unable to control his basest urges… Hastily, he yanked his hand from his pants, fumbling to pull the blankets up to cover his lap. He rolled onto his side, presenting his back to Damien in a feeble attempt to hide his shameful state. "Mmph," he grunted noncommittally, praying his husband would simply get up and leave him be. He didn't trust himself to speak, terrified that his voice would betray the mortification coursing through him. Damien swayed sleepily out the door, his figure disappearing into the darkness of the hall. As soon as the door clicked shut behind Damien, Lior let out a shaky exhale, his tense muscles unwinding fractionally. Crisis averted. For now, at least. But the reprieve was temporary, his body still thrumming with unspent arousal. He squeezed his thighs together, trying to ignore the insistent throb of his neglected cock. He couldn't risk finishing what he'd started, not with Damien so close by. He'd have to find another outlet for this pent-up energy.
Pushing aside the blankets, Lior swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood on wobbly knees. He stumbled towards the door, intent on splashing cold water on his face and regaining some semblance of composure. But halfway there, he paused, struck by a sudden, wicked idea. After a few minutes Damien came back, still mostly asleep as he closed the bedroom door and fell back into bed. Lior returned mere seconds after Damien, slipping silently into the room and shutting the door behind him. In the darkness, he could barely make out his husband's prone form, curled on his side beneath the covers. His heart raced as he crept closer, adrenaline surging through his veins. This was crazy. Insane. But the thought of finally taking what he wanted, consequences be damned, sent a thrill of excitement down his spine. Slowly, carefully, he lifted the edge of the blanket and slid beneath it, pressing himself flush against Damien's back. He could feel the heat radiating off his husband's skin, smell the musky scent of sleep and arousal mingling in the air. With trembling hands, Lior reached out to brush his fingertips along Damien's hip, tracing the curve of muscle and bone.
Damien shifted around to face Lior, even in the dark Lior can make out my bewildered expression. “Lior?” He asked quietly. “What are you doing?” Lior froze, startled by Damien's sudden movement and question. Shit. He'd been so lost in the haze of his own desire that he hadn't considered how strange this must seem to his husband. "N-nothing," he stammered, pulling back slightly. "I just... I couldn't sleep." It was a flimsy excuse, and they both knew it. But Lior clung to it desperately, unwilling to admit the truth - that he'd crawled into their shared bed with the intention of seducing Damien, consequences be damned. He swallowed hard, his mouth dry with nerves and lingering arousal. God, why did this have to be so difficult? Why couldn't he just say what he wanted, take what he needed? “You never come to my side of the bed.” Damien said bluntly, voice still quiet and heavy with sleep. “Did you have a nightmare?” He asked, worry tinging his voice. Lior shook his head, though he knew Damien probably couldn't see the gesture in the darkness. "No," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "No nightmare." He hesitated, torn between the desperate urge to confess everything and the suffocating weight of his pride. In the end, cowardice won out.
"I just... I missed you," he lied, hating the pleading note that crept into his tone. "That's all." Missed him. As if they were lovers separated by distance rather than mere inches of mattress. As if Damien's absence was a physical ache rather than a choice. Disgust roiled in Lior's gut, aimed equally at himself and his husband. He was pathetic. Weak. Desperate for scraps of affection from someone who clearly didn't want him. Damien reached out a hand, gently placing it on Lior’s shoulder. “Did something happen?” He asked softly, his thumb moving in comforting circles on his skin. “Is this about earlier?” Lior shuddered at the gentle touch, equal parts comforting and infuriating. Why did Damien have to be so damn nice? So understanding? It made resisting him that much harder. "No," he snapped, shrugging off Damien's hand. "Nothing happened. I told you, I just couldn't sleep." He rolled away from his husband, putting as much distance between them as possible in the confined space of the bed. His heart hammered against his ribs, anger and humiliation warring within him. God, he hated this. Hated feeling so helpless, so utterly at the mercy of his own needs and desires. Hated that Damien could so easily reduce him to this quivering mess with nothing more than a kind word and a gentle touch.
He squeezed his eyes shut, fighting back the sting of tears. He wouldn't cry. Damien let his hand fall away from Lior and scooch back in the bed to give him more space. Samien laid on his back, staring at the ceiling. “I know it's hard to be married to someone you didn't choose, and the added stress of your parents wanting an heir.” His voice soft and gentle as he speaks, turning his head to look at Lior's form in the darkness. “But I promise you that I won't ever force anything on you, least of all me.” Lior tensed at Damien's words, a fresh wave of shame crashing over him. Force anything on him? As if Damien had ever done such a thing. No, the fault lay solely with Lior himself, and his inability to resist his own base instincts. "I know," he mumbled, his voice thick with unshed tears. "I know you wouldn't." He took a shuddering breath, steeling himself for what he had to say next. For the confession that would surely cement his status as the most pathetic creature in existence. "It's not that," he admitted, his words barely louder than a whisper. "It's... it's me. I can't... I can't control myself around you." There. He'd said it. Damien turned his head fully to look at Lior, concern etched on his face. “What do you mean?”
Lior squeezed his eyes shut, hot tears leaking from the corners to dampen his temples. He felt exposed, raw, stripped bare of every last shred of dignity. "I mean," he choked out, "that I want you. All the time. Even when I shouldn't. Especially when I shouldn't." He laughed then, a harsh, ugly sound devoid of humor. "Can you believe that? Your uptight, prissy little omega husband lusting after you like some common whore. Pathetic, isn't it?" Fresh tears spilled down his cheeks, and he dashed them away impatiently. He hated crying in front of Damien. Hated showing any weakness at all. "What?" Damien asked dumbly. Lior felt a flicker of frustration at Damien's apparent confusion. Was he really so dense that he couldn't understand plain speech? Or was he just pretending not to grasp the situation, too shocked by Lior's confession to respond properly?
"You heard me," Lior snapped, his voice cracking with emotion. "I'm attracted to you, okay? Happy now?" He sat up abruptly, hugging his knees to his chest as if to physically hold himself together. His whole body trembled, overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of his admission. "God, I can't believe I'm telling you this," he whispered, burying his face in his hands. "You probably think I'm disgusting. Some kind of deviant freak." Damien sat up as well, scooting closer to Lior. “Hey, hey. Look at me.” He placed a hand on his knee, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I don't think you're disgusting. I think you're beautiful." Damien moved his hand from Lior's knee up to cup his cheek, using his thumb to wipe away his tears. "It's okay to want things. It's normal. And there's nothing wrong with finding your spouse attractive." He rubbed Lior cheek with his thumb, before sheepishly adding. "Actually I'm glad you find me attractive."
Lior leaned into Damien's touch almost unconsciously, his eyes fluttering closed as his husband's thumb brushed away the evidence of his emotional turmoil. The gentleness of the gesture made his breath catch, hope and fear warring in his chest. "You... you do?" he asked softly, hardly daring to believe it. "You're not disgusted by me?” A small, hesitant smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, the first genuine one in longer than he could remember. He felt a warmth blossoming in his belly, tentative but growing with each passing second. "I've tried so hard to hate you," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "To resent you for trapping me in this arrangement. But I can't. God help me, but I..." Damien leaned in closer, their faces inches apart. “I don't hate you either.” he murmured, his other hand coming up to rest on Lior’s thigh. “I've grown quite fond of you actually.” He brought his hand up further to rest on his hip. “I want you too. I have since we met.” Lior's breath hitched as Damien's hands roamed his body, igniting sparks of pleasure wherever they touched. His own hands came up to grip his husband's wrists, not to push him away, but to anchor himself, to ensure this wasn't just another cruel dream. "Fond of me?" he echoed, his voice breathy and uncertain. "Even though I've been nothing but a brat? A spoiled, ungrateful brat?"
He searched Damien's face in the dim light, looking for any hint of deception or mockery. But all he saw was sincerity and a deep, aching want that mirrored his own. It stole the breath from his lungs, made his head spin with dizzying possibility. "If you want me," he whispered, leaning in until their lips were a hairsbreadth apart, "then take me." A shiver runs down Damien's spine at his words, his fingers digging into Lior’s hips. “Are you sure?” He breathed out, his nose brushing Lior’s. “Because once I start, I don't know if I'll be able to stop.” He nipped at his bottom lip. A needy whimper escaped Lior's throat at the teasing nip, his body arching instinctively into Damien's touch. The heat building low in his belly demanded satisfaction, urging him to beg for more. "Yes," he hissed, nipping back at Damien's lip in return. "God yes, please..."
His fingers tightened on Damien's wrists, urging him closer, demanding more contact. The cool air of the room felt too much on his overheated skin; he craved the warmth of his husband's body pressed against his own. "I don't want you to stop," Lior panted, grinding his hips forward to eliminate the last bit of space between them. "I want you to ruin me. Claim me. Make me forget my own name." Lior’s words send a jolt of pure lust straight to Damien's core, his cock hardening rapidly in his pants. With a growl he captured Lior’s lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into his mouth to claim him thoroughly. Damien's hands release Lior’s wrists to slide up his sides, pushing his shirt up as he goes. Breaking the kiss Damien pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Leaning back in, he trailed open mouthed kisses across Lior’s jaw and down his neck, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin. His hands map the contours of his chest and stomach, tweaking Lior’s nipples lightly as he goes. Reaching the hem of his shorts Damien hooked his fingers in and slowly dragged them down his legs, revealing his hardened cock to his hungry gaze.
Lior gasped and moaned wantonly as Damien's mouth and hands worked over his sensitized skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. His head fell back, exposing more of his slender neck to his husband's greedy attention. The wet heat of Damien's tongue, the sharp sting of teeth, the calloused rasp of fingers - it was almost too much, overwhelming in the best possible way. "Ah! Fuck, Damien!" he cried out as clever fingers found his nipples, rolling and pinching the stiff peaks. Electric pleasure zinged straight to his painfully hard cock, making it twitch and leak against his stomach. Lior felt a moment's shy hesitation. He was laid out like a feast, naked and wanting, offered up for his husband's consumption. The sight of Lior splayed out beneath him, flushed and panting with desire, sent a surge of possessive pride through Damien. Mine. All mine. “Beautiful.” He murmured reverently, trailing his fingertips along the lines of Lior’s trembling thighs. Slowly he lowered his head, dragging his tongue along the underside of Lior’s shaft from base to tip. He swirled his tongue around the head, lapping up the bead of precum gathered there before taking Lior into his mouth. Damien relaxed his throat, letting him sink deeper until his tip hit the back of his throat. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard, bobbing his head in a steady rhythm. A strangled moan tore from Lior's throat as Damien's hot mouth engulfed him, the wet suction sending shockwaves of ecstasy rippling through his body. His fingers tangled in Damien's short hair, gripping tight enough to sting as he fought the urge to thrust into that perfect, welcoming heat.
"Oh god, oh fuck, Damien!" he babbled incoherently, his hips rocking shallowly of their own accord. The obscene slurping sounds filled the room, punctuated by Lior's high, keening cries of pleasure. Tears of bliss leaked from the corners of his eyes, his back arching off the bed as Damien took him impossibly deeper. He could feel the tight clench of his husband's throat around his sensitive tip, threatening to push him over the edge embarrassingly fast. Feeling Lior throb and pulse in his mouth, hearing his desperate cries, Damien doubled his efforts. One hand comes up to stroke what he can't fit in his mouth while the other massages Lior's heavy balls. Damien relaxes his jaw further, taking him to the hilt. His nose presses against Lior's pelvis as he swallows around him, the muscles of his throat working him over. Damien could taste his precum, salty and slightly bitter, and it only fueled his desire. He wanted to drink down every drop of Lior’s essence, to mark him irrevocably as his. Lior saw stars, his vision whiting out as Damien's skilled mouth and hands brought him to the very precipice of ecstasy. The wet heat engulfing him, the rhythmic squeezing of his shaft, the gentle kneading of his aching balls - it was sensory overload of the most delicious kind. He could feel his orgasm building at the base of his spine, coiling tighter and tighter with each pass of Damien's tongue, each swallow around his sensitive flesh. "Gonna... gonna cum!" he warned, his voice high and thready with desperation. "Please, Damien, I can't- ahhh!" With a ragged scream of his husband's name, Lior tumbled over the edge into bliss. Damien kept sucking him through his orgasm, his hand moving from Lior's balls to his ass. He started massaging Lior's hole open as he drank his cum down.
Wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over Lior as Damien continued to work him through his climax, the relentless stimulation prolonging his ecstasy. His untouched hole clenched and fluttered under Damien's probing fingers, already desperate to be filled despite having just found release. "A-Ah! Oh god, Damien!" he whimpered, oversensitive nerves screaming at the dual assault of mouth and fingers. Tears streamed freely down his face now, his entire body shaking with the force of his orgasm. As the initial peak began to ebb, Lior found himself craving more, his insatiable omega nature rising to the surface. He needed to be claimed, marked, bred. Needed to feel Damien inside him, stretching him, filling him up until he was overflowing with his husband's seed. "Please," Releasing Lior's softening cock from his mouth, Damien crawled up his body, kissing and licking his way up Lior's torso. Damien paused to lavish attention on his nipples, biting and sucking until they're red and swollen. By the time he reaches Lior's lips again he's a writhing mess beneath him, his cock already starting to stir back to life. Damien grinds his still clothed erection against Lior’s, groaning at the friction. “Want you. Need to be inside you.” Damien managed to gasp out between heated kisses.
Lior arched into Damien's touches, mewling and whining with need as his husband mapped out his sensitive skin. Each bite, each suck sent sparks of renewed arousal racing through his veins, stoking the flames of his desire back to a fever pitch. He could feel himself hardening again, his spent cock twitching eagerly against Damien's clothed erection. "Yes, please," he begged shamelessly, rolling his hips to increase the delicious friction. "Need you inside me. Want to feel you splitting me open, claiming me, filling me up." He reached between them to palm Damien through his pants, marveling at the size and hardness he found there. His hole clenched greedily, dripping with slick anticipation. Groaning deeply Damien sat back on his heels, hastily undoing his pants and freeing his aching cock. He pumped himself a few times, spreading the copious amounts of precum leaking from the tip. Gripping Lior’s thighs he spread him wide open, exposing his glistening pink hole to Damien's hungry gaze. Unable to wait any longer he lined himself up and pushed forward, breaching Lior with one smooth thrust. He groaned at the exquisite sensation of his velvety walls enveloping him, clenching down on my sensitive flesh. A guttural moan ripped from Lior's throat as Damien entered him in one powerful thrust, his back bowing off the bed at the sudden, glorious intrusion. His inner walls stretched and yielded, accommodating his husband's thick length as if made for it. The slight burn of the stretch only added to his pleasure, setting his nerve endings alight with sensation.
"So big," he panted, wrapping his legs around Damien's waist to draw him in even deeper. "Filling me up so good. Ah! Right there!" He rolled his hips, meeting each of Damien's thrusts with eager enthusiasm. The obscene slap of skin on skin and their mingled moans of pleasure filled the room, a lewd symphony of passion. Panting harshly Damien set a brutal pace, pounding into Lior with abandon. The sound of their bodies connecting echoes through the room, mixing with their cries of ecstasy. Sweat drips down Damien's brow as he chases his release, angling his hips to hit that special spot inside Lior with each thrust. His velvety walls ripple around him, trying to milk him dry. “That's it, take my cock. Gonna fill this pretty little hole up.” Damien growls, reaching down to fist Lior’s dripping cock in time with his thrusts. Lior could only hang on for dear life as Damien pounded into him, each powerful thrust striking that magical bundle of nerves inside him and sending him hurtling towards another mind-blowing peak. The dual stimulation of Damien's cock hitting his prostate and the tight grip on his sensitive shaft had him seeing stars, his entire world narrowing down to the point where they were joined.
"Yours!" he sobbed, clinging to Damien's shoulders. "All yours, please! Fill me, breed me, make me yours!" His cock jerked in Damien's fist, the combined sensations overwhelming him. He could feel his second orgasm approaching, his balls drawing up tight as his walls started to flutter and clench erratically around the thick length splitting him open. Hearing Lior’s desperate pleas, feeling his walls start to convulse around him, Damien loses the last shred of his control. Snarling he buries himself to the hilt inside Lior, knot slipping in easily locking them in place, his cock pulsed as Damien empty himself deep within Lior's willing body. Rope after rope of his hot seed coats his inner walls, marking him as Damien's in the most primal way possible. Damien continued to rock into him, riding out the waves of his intense orgasm as he painted Lior’s channel white. “Take it all,” Damien commanded breathlessly, “Milk me dry. Such a good little omega, taking your alpha's cock so well.” Lior screamed in ecstasy as he felt Damien's hot seed flooding his insides, each pulse of his husband's cock triggering another aftershock of pleasure. His own orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave, his neglected cock spurting untouched as his walls clamped down rhythmically, desperately trying to milk every last drop from Damien's spurting length.
"Y-yes, thank you, ahhh!" he babbled incoherently, tears of joy streaming down his face. "So full, so good, please don't stop!" He clung to Damien like a lifeline, his body shuddering and twitching with the intensity of his release. The feeling of his alpha's essence filling him, claiming him so thoroughly, was everything he'd ever wanted and more. Slowly coming down from his high, Damien collapses onto him, careful not to crush Lior with his weight. He peppered Lior's face with tender kisses, murmuring sweet praises against his sweat slicked skin while he waited for his knot to deflate. “So beautiful, such a good mate. Took me so well.” Finally Damien's softened cock slips out of him with a gush of their combined fluids. He gathered some on his fingers and brought them to Lior's lips. “Taste how good we are together.” He whispered huskily, watching in satisfaction as Lior obediently cleaned his fingers off with his small pink tongue. Damien rolled them over so Lior was sprawled bonelessly on top of him, his arms wrapped securely around him. “Rest now, my love.”
Lior shuddered in delight as Damien's fingers brushed against his lips, parting them instinctively to allow his husband's digits access. The musky, slightly bitter taste of their combined releases exploded across his tongue, a tangible reminder of their passionate coupling. He suckled gently, savoring the flavor of their union before releasing Damien's fingers with a soft pop. "My love," he repeated dreamily, the words foreign yet wonderfully right on his tongue. "I like the sound of that." He snuggled into Damien's embrace, his head pillowed on his broad chest. The strong arms wrapped around him made him feel safe, cherished, wanted in a way he'd never experienced before. As the post-coital haze began to fade, a bone-deep contentment settled over him, soothing his frayed nerves and exhausted body.
A month later Lior and Damien announced that they were expecting a child.