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“Your Highness, you requested to see me?”
Carefully, Daryun closed the door behind him, dismissing Jaswant from his guard duties for the time being. With Daryun by Arslan’s side, there was no way anyone would ever harm the prince, not even touch one strand of pale hair. Not over the Black Knight's corpse. He had sworn to protect the prince. With his life, if necessary. Nothing was more important to the alpha than Arslan’s life.
“Daryun!” Arslan rose from his seat and rushed to meet Daryun. His bare feet echoed against the cold stone floor of Gilan’s governor’s compound. If it weren’t for the warm climate, Daryun would’ve urged him to please wear shoes. “Sorry for calling you so late.”
Shaking his head, Daryun stepped forward to meet Arslan halfway. “No need to apologize, Your Highness. I, Daryun, am here to serve you.”
Arslan hummed, smiling, though it didn’t fully reach his eyes. It was the kind of smile Daryun had seen countless times, but it was never directed at him. At least his scent wasn’t muted, like all those times he had felt uncomfortable during political negotiations.
“May I ask why you requested to see me, Your Highness?”
“Oh, right.” He tucked a strand of hair behind his ear as his eyes drifted towards the sofa inside the suite the governor had prepared for him. “Shall we take a seat? I wanted to talk.”
Talk? Why did Arslan want to talk to him? Usually, the prince turned to Narsus or Elam to talk and discuss whatever was on his mind. Narsus, with his endless wit, could solve almost any problem that bothered the prince. And Elam, being closer in age, could somewhat share and empathize with Arslan’s experiences. It made Daryun happy that his beloved master had found a trustworthy group of people to lean on, even if that meant he wasn’t always the one Arslan approached first whenever something was troubling him.
Back in Ecbatana, the boy only had his teacher, Vahriz, and Daryun himself to confide in. And even then, the men weren't always available. It was a lonely existence. Whenever he had to leave for an expedition, his heart broke when Arslan waved him goodbye while holding back tears. Maybe that was part of the reason they couldn't stand to be apart for long periods of time.
“Is everything… alright, Your Highness?”
“That's what I should be asking you,” Arslan sighed, making himself comfortable on the plush sofa and encouraging Daryun to do the same. “You got quite agitated back at the tavern,” he added with a giggle.
Ah, so that's what this was about.
“I'm sorry. I should've stayed composed… We knew not everyone would agree with the decree, yet I wasn't prepared to hear such words. Much less have you hear those words.” Just thinking about it made Daryun tighten his jaw and blood boil. Those bastards were lucky Arslan was a merciful prince and didn't approve of meaningless violence.
“Daryun…” A soft, soothing scent reached the alpha's nose and flooded his senses. It eased away the tension from his jaw and fists, and steered his thoughts away from the words spoken by the merchants and back to the present moment. “It's okay. I'm okay. As the future Shah, I want to hear what my people think. It doesn't matter if their words are kind or not,” Arslan said with a sincere smile.
Daryun swallowed hard. How pathetic of him, getting comforted by the young prince when it should be the other way around. It wasn’t proper. Arslan, a young omega, shouldn’t be using his soft scent to comfort an older alpha knight. A knight who couldn’t properly protect him from his wrathful father and displeased subjects. A knight haunted by inappropriate desires—
“I’m sure this won’t be the last time something like that happens, and although I don’t look forward to it, I hope you can stay calm.” Suddenly, they were sitting too close for Daryun’s comfort, but trying to put distance between them would be rather rude, so he allowed his prince to place a hand on his biceps. Daryun shouldn't enjoy the innocent touch so much, yet it took him a good amount of self-restraint to not purr in satisfaction. “I know it’s a lot to ask… But I trust in you, Daryun!”
Before speaking, Daryun cleared his throat. "I'm honored, Your Highness. I'll do my best to keep myself in check from now on."
"Thank you." Arslan didn't remove his hand.
"Is… Is that all Your Highness wanted to discuss with me?" Daryun prided himself on being one of the strongest warriors, but around Arslan, he became a weak man. "Because if that's the case, then I should go, so Your Highness can rest. I imagine it was difficult to get any rest while camping alone."
Arslan pursed his lips and looked away, his soothing scent becoming slightly muted. "C-could you stay just a little longer…? Life has been so hectic as of late, and I was hoping we could hang out for a while," he mumbled, refusing to meet Daryun's eyes with the confidence of the future Shah. "I know it's a selfish request, as you must be tired too... I don't imagine escaping Peshawar was an easy feat."
"I won't say it was easy, but it's something I would definitely do again in order to get to your side, Your Highness. Don't ever doubt that." Daryun's eyes softened. Arslan, although already an outstanding leader capable of gathering an army, was still a young omega. And, like any other kid his age, needed peace and reassurance. Something he could find with Daryun, the man in his pack he had known the longest. Mentally, Daryun kicked himself for letting his inappropriate feelings blind him to what Arslan needed.
"Hmm," Arslan hummed in acknowledgement, shifting closer until his head was leaning on Daryun's shoulder. "Hearing that makes me happy."
Their current position was highly inappropriate. Even more inappropriate than Arslan using his scent to calm down Daryun. But… How could Daryun ever deny Arslan anything? Doing his best to keep his body relaxed, Daryun allowed the innocent intimacy to continue, even though it was certainly crossing a line.
Perhaps if they had been born different people, with different statutes and lighter responsibilities, things would have been much simpler.
"Thank you for being my loyal knight, Daryun," he whispered against the alpha's tanned skin, his hot breath sending a shiver down Daryun's spine. "I don't know what I would do without you."
"Y-Your Highness—"
Arslan lowered his gaze and slightly pulled away, creating a distance between them while refusing to let go of his knight completely. "Ah… Sorry, I don't know what came over me!"
The prince's scent became sour. The sweet, floral notes wilted in a matter of seconds.
Daryun's rational side told him it was time to leave, while his alpha instincts screamed at him to fix this, to take away the omega's pain and make him happy. Arslan needed him. This wasn't the time to keep tiptoeing around their feelings, pretending to not notice the way Arslan lit up around him. He had already risked losing his head when betraying King Andragoras… Why not fully condemn himself, then?
His racing heartbeat echoed in his ears as he gathered the courage to cross the invisible line between master and servant, drowning out the sounds of waves crashing on the beach and seagulls flying away. "Your Highness…?" he began, voice low so only Arslan would hear. "Is it okay if I touch you?"
Arslan took a sharp breath. He slowly raised his gaze, staying silent for a moment, as if trying to make sure he had heard Daryun right. "Of course, y-you don't have to ask." He visibly swallowed while a light pink tinted his pale cheeks.
Carefully, Daryun wrapped an arm around the omega's frame and rested his hand on the boy's waist, holding back a growl as he felt how small it was. If he were to wrap both of his hands around the prince's waist, surely his fingers would meet in the middle. The idea made him feel light-headed. Daryun had always thought of their difference in build as advantageous when it came to shielding Arslan in battle, but just now he realized how dangerous it could be when they were alone.
Usually, there were layers of protective gear between them, but now, in a warm city like Gilan, while inside the governor's compound at night, only thin clothes covered their bodies. With only one layer of fabric in the way, Daryun could feel Arslan's warmth and feel the light shiver that traveled across his body, spreading goosebumps throughout his skin.
This time, Daryun shifted closer to Arslan until their bodies were pressed together, and silently offered his shoulder for the omega to rest his head on again. Arslan beamed and accepted, purring up a storm as he took a deep inhale of the alpha's scent.
Arslan's scent bloomed under Daryun's attention. It became thick like honey, yet it wasn't sickeningly sweet. It was perfect. A single whiff was enough to make the alpha's mouth water and self-control waver. Would Arslan's lips taste similar to his scent? It was too soon to find out. Even if they held the same feelings inside their hearts, Arslan deserved a proper courting before crossing the line of innocent acts of affection.
But Arslan wasn’t a conventional prince.
Arslan wrapped his arms around Daryun's neck, completely disregarding the rules of courtship and what was deemed indecent for an omega of his status. "Daryun.”
"Yes, Your Highness?" As a precaution, Daryun tightened his hold around Arslan's waist, digging his fingers into the fabric of his shirt, and into his soft flesh.
"Can… can I be selfish just for tonight?" Arslan whispered, looking straight into the alpha's amber eyes. His sapphire eyes pulled Daryun in, bewitching him and tearing down all of his defenses, putting him at the mercy of that endless blue that threatened to drown him.
If they crossed the line, there would be no going back.
Were the circumstances different, Daryun would've liked to court the omega properly. Shower him with gifts, demonstrate his strength — prove himself as a worthy alpha. Someone like Arslan deserved a love that rivaled that of fairy tales. But life wasn't as kind. During times of war, living to see another day wasn't a given. They had to act before it was too late. Perhaps it wasn't the most conventional way to approach a relationship, but it was better than having any regrets later on.
Daryun eliminated the distance, stealing the prince's first kiss. For a brief moment, Arslan tensed up. Surely he'd been caught off guard, but soon enough he relaxed and closed his eyes, welcoming the brush of their lips.
Arslan's lips were soft and plush. The gentle contact sent a shiver down Daryun's spine, setting his body aflame. He had allowed himself to dream about kissing the prince, fantasizing about how their lips would slot against each other, but the real thing was better than any of those fantasies.
“Your Highness, I believe that is what I should be asking you…” His free hand came up to cup Arslan's soft, rosy cheek, caressing the soft skin with the pad of his thumb.
Arslan let out a shaky breath, yet he didn't hesitate to lean his head into Daryun's rough hand like a needy cat. Whatever remaining tension in Arslan's body disappeared. “Daryun…”
This time, it was Arslan who crossed the distance. It was a chaste, inexperienced kiss. The omega's lips were sealed shut without a clue on how to deepen the kiss. Cute. However, the inexperience didn't stop him from conveying his desires. He'd been craving this just as much as the alpha.
Gently, Daryun took the lead, tilting his face for a better angle so he could guide the omega through the kiss. He moved his lips and swiped his tongue across Arslan's bottom lip, coaxing the boy's mouth open. Arslan let out a sigh that fueled the fire inside Daryun before tentatively parting his lips. Oh, he tasted heavenly. Deepening the kiss, Daryun delighted himself with the omega's sweet mouth and little sounds, taking it all in like a starved beast. He couldn’t get enough.
They broke apart when Arslan needed air; he’d been holding his breath the whole time. A reminder of his inexperience.
But Daryun couldn’t bear to be separated from his prince. In one swift movement, he brought Arslan onto his lap. The boy let out a sound of surprise before arranging his limbs so he was comfortably straddling the warrior's lap, like it was his rightful throne. What a beautiful view.
“Feeling okay, Your Highness?” Arslan nodded with a breathless chuckle. Perhaps Daryun worried too much. A couple of kisses never hurt anyone. But Arslan wasn’t just anyone. He was his prince, the boy he had sworn to protect with his life. He was a young omega who had gone through many things, some of which not even old kings had gone through. And more importantly, he was the owner of Daryun’s heart. The last thing the alpha wanted was to harm him in a moment of passion.
Before the alpha spiraled, thinking of how he was tainting the omega’s young innocence, Arslan kissed him again. This time it was more confident. A little uncoordinated, maybe, but he was quickly learning. “This is everything I’ve ever wanted,” he confessed between kisses, unaware of the effect his words had on Daryun, who could feel them go straight to his groin. “Don’t ever think of stopping, please.”
Who was Daryun to disobey an order from the prince? Holding back a growl, he claimed Arslan’s mouth again, grazing the omega’s soft lips with his fangs. His hands, although desperate, carefully traced the curves of Arslan’s silhouette over his clothes before sneaking under the fabric. So soft, he thought. Despite having the muscles of a boy trained to fight, Arslan’s body still kept a certain softness because of his omega nature.
Armor and chain mail did a good job of hiding the boy's hips and narrow waist. If anyone else were to lay their eyes upon the omega's body, Daryun would have their head. He didn't want to share such a breathtaking sight with anyone. Arslan was his.
Arslan sighed and melted under Daryun's touch. He clutched the alpha's shirt as if his life depended on it. The intensity, desire, and body heat were overwhelming. “Daryun…”
“Yes, Your Highness?” His stomach did a flip when he pulled away just enough to get a good look at Arslan's face. The pale moonlight highlighted the pretty blush that spread across his skin and his glistening lips. Gorgeous. Then, there were Arslan's eyes; they shone with adoration and barely contained excitement. Daryun was completely disarmed.
Instead of giving a clear answer, the omega began purring and nuzzled his face against the crook of Daryun's neck, taking in a long inhale of the alpha's scent followed by a small, experimental roll of his hips.
Daryun couldn't hold back his voice. He groaned and threw his head back. It felt good — way too good. But he couldn't allow Arslan to do all the work. If it were up to Daryun, the prince would never have to lift a finger. Following the slow pace, he rocked his hips alongside Arslan's, making him gasp. “Let me take care of you, Your Highness. Leave it to me.”
“A-ah! But you're always doing so much for me…” he moaned, digging his nails into Daryun's shirt and back.
“Don't worry about it.” Everyone could see how happy Daryun was serving the crown prince. It was an undeniable truth, and sex wouldn't be the exception. Daryun would tend to every single of Arslan's needs and whims. The prince needed to be a little selfish every once in a while. “Just sit back and enjoy, Your Highness. I promise I'll make you feel good.”
A beat of silence, during which Daryun stopped his movements. He needed Arslan's approval before daring to go any further. Daryun's priority was Arslan's pleasure and enjoyment. He wanted his first time to be a pleasant experience, not something that pained him.
“I don't have much of an option, do I?” he let out a breathless chuckle. “Very well… I'll be in your care, Alpha.”
Daryun sucked in a sharp breath, tightening his grip on the boy's hips. Just one small word was doing awful things to his self-control. He hadn't taken Arslan for the teasing type. “I won't disappoint you, I swear.”
“I know. I trust you.” Arslan hummed before placing a gentle kiss along Daryun's jawline. It was a stark contrast to the sinful act they were about to commit.
Without wasting any more time, Daryun resumed the grinding of their hips. His fingers massaged the supple flesh of the omega's hips and ass, pulling out little moans and whines from his swelling lips. The heat and friction were heavenly. He didn't even care about how much his cock ached within the confines of his pants. This was much better than any dirty fantasies he had indulged in the past.
And just like he had fantasized in the past, he placed a trail of kisses down the omega's neck, though he was careful to not bite or suck too harshly. He couldn't leave any marks, not in visible places at least, which was a shame, but at least he got to drink Arslan's sweet scent straight from the source.
Arslan's scent was definitely Daryun's favorite smell in the entire world. And knowing it was so intense because of him only made him happier.
Moving down a little more, he arrived at Arslan's collarbone. To kiss it, he had to tug and pull the fabric of Arslan's shirt. Despite wearing lighter clothes than usual, they were still annoying and posed an obstacle. A voice in the back of Daryun's head told him to just rip the annoying piece of fabric. It was just a shirt after all, but he kept his composure and peeled himself away from the omega to take it off properly. Daryun was better than his beastly desires.
Or so he thought.
When he saw Arslan's milky, unblemished skin and pink, hard nipples, his mouth watered. He didn't even think twice before leaning down to kiss the omega's chest and wrap his lips around the cute nipple, sucking and swirling his tongue around the hard bud. Could anyone blame him? Arslan's body was begging to be touched.
“D-Daryun!” Arslan's hips bucked at the strange but pleasant sensation. His fingers tangled in the alpha's hair and pulled him impossibly closer. The pulling stung a little, but it only served to provoke the alpha, who began sucking harder, making Arslan whine and moan. Thankfully, the walls were thick, so there wasn't any risk of being heard by their friends or servants of the governor. Arslan's sweet yet sinful noises were for Daryun's ears only.
With a loud pop, Daryun let go of the now swollen nipple. He admired his work for a moment, making Arslan squirm under his intense gaze, before latching onto the neglected bud, coaxing it into full hardness with his tongue before biting down on the soft flesh like a hungry beast.
“F-feels good, ngh…” His chest rose and fell rapidly in an attempt to catch his breath. Strings of mewls fell from his lips as his eyes battled to stay open. The haze of pleasure made it almost impossible to think or control his body. Arslan was completely at Daryun's mercy, but he wasn't scared or nervous. He fully trusted his knight. “Bed, hah… take me to b-bed.”
Daryun smacked his wet lips, savoring the lingering of Arslan's skin on his mouth, before gathering the prince into his arms in a bridal carry and walking towards the luxurious canopy bed. He pushed the sheer curtains to the side and climbed into bed after kicking off his sandals, noting how soft the mattress was, and the high quality materials used for the sheets and blankets. It was a bed fit for royalty.
Carefully, as if he were handling a delicate piece of porcelain, he laid Arslan down. Under him, Arslan looked like an angel — almost too good to be true. Arslan's silky white hair fanned out over the pillows like a halo, his swollen chest glistened with a thin coat of saliva, and he looked up at Daryun through his lashes. The view made Daryun lick his lips and, as if hypnotized, he began caressing the omega's torso, smiling when Arslan shivered and held his breath. The prince was a work of art.
All of Arslan was soft under Daryun's fingertips. Unlike the alpha, he only had one faint scar on his wrist — a souvenir from Hilmes — but was otherwise unhurt thanks to his knight’s protection.
Daryun's scent spiked in intensity because of the pride that settled into his chest.
A smile settled on the alpha's lips as he dove to press kisses all over the omega's body. He got dangerously close to Arslan's scent gland and pulse on his neck, and instead of shying away, Arslan tilted his head to grant him better access. Sinking his fangs into the supple flesh would be easy — it was almost tempting. Thankfully, Daryun knew better than to follow his instincts mindlessly and could keep himself in check. Arslan trusted him with his life, and Daryun wasn't about to betray that trust because of the heat of the moment.
Instead, he decided to focus on what he could do at the moment. His hands wandered downwards, caressing Arslan's stomach until his fingers met with the waistband of the prince's pants, making the boy's breath hitch. He toyed with the waistband until Arslan began to squirm with need. Placing a calming kiss on top of his pulse, Daryun took them off alongside Arslan's underwear. The alluring scent of slick hit the alpha's nose, making him realize just how wet Arslan was for and because of him.
In an act of shame or perhaps shyness, Arslan closed his legs and looked away. “Not fair… Daryun is still fully dressed.”
“Mm, sorry about that. Give me a second.” Straightening his spine, he quickly got rid of his shirt followed by his pants and underwear, groaning in relief as his cock sprung free. He wasn't ashamed of his scars or imperfections. Every single one was proof of his survival, and he wore them with pride, but he would be lying if he said Arslan's low purr and shy smile didn't make him feel better — worthy.
“Oh, my warrior,” he sighed, sitting up to touch and trace a nasty scar that travelled across the side of the alpha's ribs. But Arslan's blue eyes didn't look at him with pity. Quite the contrary, they looked at him with admiration and desire.
“Yours.” Grabbing Arslan's hand in his, he guided it towards his lips and pressed a kiss on the back of it, close to the one scar on his wrist. “Lay down, remember that I'll take care of everything.”
Arslan broke into a fit of giggles. Even while naked, pushing out the most seducing pheromones, and dripping with slick, he managed to act extremely cute. “Of course~”
Once Arslan had made himself comfortable, Daryun settled between his legs, making it impossible for the prince to try to hide his wet cunt. Lowering himself, he placed a trail of featherlight kisses on Arslan's thighs that lead towards his cunt. Along the way, he got a little taste of the slick that stained the omega's inner thighs. It was almost enough to make him lose his mind. Both taste and scent were overwhelmingly addictive. Daryun could barely resist the urge to bury his face in-between Arslan's legs.
To test the waters, Daryun tentatively licked Arslan's folds and kissed his needy clit while looking up to gauge the omega's reaction. Arslan squeaked as his face turned bright red and legs shivered. “D-Daryun!”
“You don't like it?”
“I… I’m not opposed to it, b-but you don't need to do it!” Arslan could barely meet Daryun's eyes as he tried to explain himself. “What about your needs?”
Ah… His prince had the wrong idea about mating. It wasn't surprising, actually, it was to be expected. The private tutors back at the palace must've taught Arslan wrong — if at all — making him think omegas were tools for an alpha's pleasure.
“I can wait. You're my priority, now and always,” he answered without hesitation. “Besides, I enjoy the idea of making you feel good, so… Will you let me?” To prove his point, he flicked his tongue over Arslan's needy clit, making him gasp.
“Okay. I see…” Though still a little unsure, Arslan decided to trust Daryun's words and tried his best to relax. He had accepted the alpha's request to take care of everything, after all, so he would put his anxiety and embarrassment aside. “I’ll trust your word.”
“Thank you, I promise you won't regret it.” With Arslan's approval, he put the boy's legs over his shoulder for better access. “Just tell me if you don't like something or feel uncomfortable, okay?” Arslan nodded, and Daryun got back to work teasing his clit and folds, drinking up his slick like a starved, thirsty man. Once Arslan relaxed, Daryun spread his cunt open and wrapped his lips around his cute clit, sucking it and kissing it, not caring if half of his face got drenched in the omega's juices.
Arslan let out a particularly loud moan and tried to cover his mouth. His hips moved on their own, grinding against Daryun's face to chase more pleasure. He was giving in to debauchery embarrassingly fast. And it was all because of Daryun.
Letting go of the omega's swollen clit, Daryun licked his folds, gathering as much slick as he could into his mouth. Once he swallowed, he hummed in delight, sending vibrations right into Arslan's core. Then, he dove deeper into Arslan's leaking cunt, pushing his tongue into the boy's body while his nose brushed against his clit, ripping a silent scream out of Arslan.
“Feels g-good!” Arslan whimpered, putting his shaky legs over Daryun's shoulder to grant him better access to his pussy.
Humming, Daryun thrusted his tongue as deep it would go and brought up a few callused fingers to stroke and tease Arslan's clit, which rewarded him with even louder whimpers and moans. Seriously, Arslan had the most beautiful voice, even when his words came out slurred and jumbled. Each sound that spilled from his swollen lips encouraged Daryun to continue — to make him come undone.
Daryun briefly backed away to breathe, licking his lips to drink the remnants of slick on his face. He wouldn’t let any of it go to waste. After being buried straight in the source of the omega’s slick and scent, he felt slightly lightheaded and his vision swam. He was drunk off Arslan.
“Nooo… Daryun, please! I need more. Please!” he cried out. Tears gathered in the corners of his eyes, making his long lashes clump together. He looked absolutely wrecked. Daryun almost fell in love all over again. His prince was truly an angel from the heavens, put in this world to give Daryun a purpose.
“Shh, it’s okay.” His dry hand rubbed soothing circles over Arslan’s hip. “You don’t have to beg for anything. I’ve got you.” To reassure Arslan, he slicked up a finger and slowly pushed in, eyes fixated on Arslan’s face to gauge his reaction as the digit disappeared into the omega’s body until it swallowed two knuckles.
The finger went in smoothly with no resistance, yet Daryun wanted to make sure Arslan wasn’t in any pain.
“Good?” Arslan nodded, face scrunched up and back arched in pleasure.
Getting back to work, Daryun carefully pumped his finger in and out while kissing Arslan’s clit. He rolled the bundle of nerves around his tongue, careful to keep his fangs out of the way when suddenly, Arslan’s hands grabbed and tugged at his hair, pushing him impossibly closer to his cunt. Daryun couldn’t hold back his moans. He’d just said Arslan didn’t have to beg, so he pumped his finger faster. The fast movement and copious amounts of slick created an obscene squelch, but Arslan was too lost in the pleasure to feel embarrassment. Good. Daryun was doing a good job.
Once Daryun deemed Arslan's cunt loose enough, he pushed a second finger in and began spreading him open with a scissoring motion. And soon a third finger followed. Arslan could only moan and pull at the alpha's hair. It felt too good. It was mind-numbing. A pool of slick dripped down onto the blankets, yet neither of them cared. They were too busy chasing Arslan's pleasure.
“You're doing so well,” Daryun panted, barely lifting his head from his place between Arslan's legs. His hot breath tickled Arslan's cunt, making him writhe under the alpha. “Gonna cum for me? I know you can do it.”
“Wha- I, ah, Daryun!” His response got caught in his throat when Daryun's mouth went back to eating him out like a starved beast. That, paired up with the way Daryun curled up his fingers inside his pussy, was pushing him close to the edge. His inexperienced body could only take so much. “I can't- f-feels weird-”
The tutors back at the palace had truly done a terrible job of teaching the prince about mating. Thankfully, Daryun was more than willing to teach Arslan. He would show him how good it could feel and would always put his pleasure above his own, because that was what the prince deserved.
With renewed determination, Daryun pumped his fingers in and out. His mouth became sloppy but no less enthusiastic, lapping Arslan's folds, mixing his slick with spit, and kissing his clit. He used his free hand to caress Arslan's skin in a soothing manner. Grounding him. Reminding him that Daryun was there to take care of him. There was nothing to be afraid of — not while Daryun was by his side.
Arslan's voice filled the room. His legs quivered on each side of Daryun's face, and his blunt nails dug into Daryun's scalp. It was too much. Daryun's name fell from his lips over and over again, accompanied by broken moans and cries. It was music to Daryun's ears. The force of the orgasm made his eyes roll back. And through it all, Daryun helped him ride it out with gentle licks and his fingers, prolonging the omega's pleasure as much as he could without crossing the line of overstimulation and pain.
It took a while until Arslan's body stopped shaking and his mouth stopped babbling. His moans were replaced with heavy breathing, and his grip on Daryun's hair loosened, allowing the alpha to rise from between his legs and slide out his fingers.
Arslan looked beautiful. Face flushed, tears of pleasure in the corners of his eyes, swollen lips parted as he caught his breath, skin shining with a thin layer of sweat, and messy hair that stuck to his forehead. Daryun couldn't resist the urge to kiss Arslan's forehead.
“Are you okay, Your Highness?” he asked in a soft voice.
“Y-yes…” Sluggishly, he circled his arms around Daryun's neck, bringing him down so their foreheads could touch. “I didn't know I could feel so good. Daryun is amazing.”
The alpha's heart skipped a beat. Oh, the things Arslan did to him. Sealing their lips with a slow kiss, Daryun tried to convey the love he felt for his prince. The kiss also gave Arslan a taste of himself, but he didn't seem to mind as he opened his mouth, inviting Daryun's tongue in. Perhaps the force of his orgasm had chased away any leftover embarrassment.
Once the kiss ended, Arslan's mouth trailed down Daryun's neck and stopped at his scent gland. He pressed his nose against it, taking a deep breath and nuzzling it before kissing it. Daryun swore he saw stars. His constraint was growing thinner with each passing second. Arslan wasn't nearly as careful as he had been, sucking and playfully nipping Daryun's skin without thinking of the consequences. Though Daryun couldn't say he disliked the idea of sporting a hickey or two if it was courtesy of Arslan.
“You smell so nice,” Arslan purred. “I’ve always liked your scent.”
Fuck. Daryun was about to lose it. He wasn't strong enough to withstand Arslan's sincere praise and confession. Biting his lip, he took a deep breath in an attempt to calm down. Bad idea. Arslan’s needy scent flooded his senses, and suddenly he was hyperaware of his neglected cock.
Unaware of Daryun's struggle, Arslan gave the alpha's scent gland a harsh suck, as if trying to get a taste.
“Y-Your Highness!” A growl rose from deep within his chest. Thankfully, it got Arslan's attention and made him stop. “Please don't provoke me like that, or I won't be able to hold back.”
Arslan blinked a few times before realization dawned on his face. His eyes widened, and his check turned a deep shade of red. Bold for someone who had been sucking hickeys into Daryun's neck. Nonetheless, it was part of Arslan’s charm, and Daryun wouldn’t have it any other way.
“O-oh! I'm sorry!” The embarrassment made him unable to meet Daryun's eyes, so he turned his head to the side. He pressed his lips into a tight line and visibly swallowed. Had the tips of his ears always been so red? “I… I wouldn't mind if you stopped holding back, though… I want you to feel good, too.” Looking at Daryun through the corner of his eye, he added, “Alpha.”
Alpha.
Something inside the alpha snapped. How was he supposed to keep his composure after hearing that? He was only human. Growling again, he smashed their lips together in a hungry kiss. Drinking up every whine, every moan that spilled from Arslan's mouth. His cock throbbed and ached, begging for attention, and Daryun indulged himself, rubbing himself against the omega's drenched folds, mixing his precum with slick.
Gasping, Arslan bashfully turned his gaze downwards, watching with a mixture of curiosity and arousal how Daryun slicked up his cock and lined it up properly, teasing his opening with the tip. “D-Daryun…”
“I’ll make you feel good. I'll give you anything you want.” Trying his best to be careful, Daryun pushed into Arslan's tight heat. Immediately, they moaned. It felt good. It was maddening. Arslan clung to him for dear life, moaning and repeating Daryun's name like a prayer. It didn't seem he was in pain, maybe in a bit of discomfort as his virgin cunt got used to the stretch, but no pain. Good.
A bead of sweat rolled down Daryun's neck once he was fully buried inside Arslan. The way the omega's walls clung to him left him breathless — dizzy. He had to bite his lip in order to keep himself from moving his hips and fucking into Arslan like an alpha in rut. It was torture, but heaven at the same time. The only thing on his mind was Arslan.
“S-so full…” the omega moaned, looking at Daryun through unshed tears that clung to his lashes. His walls molded around the alpha's thick cock, holding him in a vice grip as deep as possible. He was so full that his stomach bulged. It was an erotic view. “You're so deep…”
“You're taking me so well. Feels incredible.” The praise made Arslan whine. What a cute reaction! Daryun felt the urge to kiss him, and so he did, distracting them both for a minute. Once they broke the kiss, Arslan's lips were red and swollen. Daryun could only assume his lips were in a similar state.
Then, catching Daryun off guard, Arslan rolled his hips. It was a tentative movement, uncoordinated and clumsy, yet Daryun snapped his hips to meet Arslan's on instinct. Both could feel each centimeter of Daryun's cock dragging in and out against the omega's slick walls. The feeling had Arslan arching his back and curling his toes as his jaw went slack, gasping for air. Beautiful. What a sight. Daryun wished to etch it in his memory.
Hypnotized by the omega's reactions, Daryun kept moving his hips. Each one of Arslan's moans and whines stocked his ego. Hearing Arslan moan and stumble over his words was the best kind of reassurance he could've asked for. Arslan wanted him. And he was the one making him feel good, not some other unworthy alpha. Because no other alpha would take care of Arslan like he could. No one knew the prince like he did.
Daryun licked his lips — hungry — as he watched Arslan's face contort in pleasure. Having the omega under him, blushing, and covered in sweat gave him more satisfaction than winning on the battlefield. Slow but steady, Daryun picked up the pace while giving Arslan's cunt time to accommodate his thick girth. He slightly changed the angle of his hips every few thrusts, searching for the omega's most sensitive spots that could make him see stars. It was his mission to make Arslan experience mind-numbing pleasure.
With a particular thrust, Arslan's eyes shot open and his thighs quivered. Bingo. Daryun had found it. Breathless, the omega screamed, “M-more! Daryun, I need more!!”
“Yeah? I'll give it to you then.” Grabbing Arslan's milky thighs, Daryun readjusted himself and folded the boy in half, pressing his legs against his chest, before rocking his hips forcefully, with a goal in mind: to hit that sweet spot and reach as deep as possible. “Like this?”
In this new position, Daryun's thick cock reached even deeper, hitting all the right spots until he reached the opening of the omega's cervix. The lewd squelch of slick intensified as Arslan's body adjusted to the constant assault. Arslan clawed at Daryun's back, desperately looking for purchase to ground himself as his mind melted. Pleasure and pain mixed, making Daryun's self-control slip away and urging him to continue fucking the prince.
“Y-yes! So good!” He slurred his words, too drunk with pleasure to move his mouth properly. A string of drool ran down his chin, and he could barely keep his eyes open, yet he looked like an angel to Daryun. Beautiful, breathtaking, holy.
Arslan's cunt clenched around the alpha's cock, making it harder for him to move. It was as if Arslan's body wanted to keep him buried inside as deep as possible and milk him dry. And soon enough, Daryun's growing knot began catching on the rim of Arslan's cunt. Knotting the prince would be something terrible. It was too risky. The consequences could be catastrophic, but Arslan's voice, scent, and body made it difficult for Daryun to think straight.
“Alpha. D-Daryun, don't stop,” he sobbed. The head of Daryun's cock kept kissing his cervix, coaxing it open and reaching impossibly deeper. The pleasure was overwhelming. It was too much, yet not enough at the same time. “So close, so c-close! I need you! Please!”
Daryun growled, baring his fangs and tightening his fists until his knuckles went white. Arslan shouldn't have to beg — shouldn't have to wish for anything. As a good alpha, it was his duty to meet all his needs and keep him happy, giving him everything without Arslan ever needing to ask for it. He had to fix things immediately.
Using his full body weight to press the omega into the mattress, he forced his knot inside Arslan's slick cunt with powerful thrusts. The sound of skin slapping skin and creaking bed drowned out their moans and grunts. Arslan rolled his hips to the best of his ability while being held down, chasing the alpha's knot, and wrapped his arms around Daryun's neck, embracing his loyal warrior in a desperate hug as they got closer to their climax.
“Daryun, Daryun, Daryun-” the omega repeated like a prayer, to which Daryun replied by kissing his unblemished neck — a silent “I've got you.”
With a final, forceful thrust, his knot settled inside Arslan, filling him up with hot cum and pushing him over the edge for a second time. A wave of intense pleasure unlike any other crashed over him. His body buzzed and his ears rang as his muscles tensed and then released all the tension. His fangs itched to sink into the prince's unblemished neck, staking his claim and forging a bond. Thankfully, he was lucid enough to bite his own lip instead until he drew blood.
Under him, Arslan gasped and spasmed. Despite being filled to the brim, his body still tried to get more out of Daryun, clenching and fluttering around his girth.
Only the sound of their ragged breaths remained.
It took them a good while to come down from their high. Daryun came down first — it was the prince's first time, so it was to be expected — he removed some of his weight off Arslan and kissed his tear stained cheeks, patiently waiting for him. He was drained, completely worn out from exertion, but he would never neglect his prince. Never. Even if he was on the brink of death, he would find a way to stay alive just a little longer for Arslan's sake.
“Daryun…” the omega mumbled. His arms were shaky and weak, yet he refused to let go of the alpha.
“I'm here,” he quickly answered. “It'll be awhile before we can move.”
“Mm.” Arslan managed a weak nod. His scent softened and fell over their naked bodies like a warm blanket. They reeked of sex, but also smelled satisfied — content. “I love you…”
I love you.
Daryun's breath hitched. They had never exchanged those three words before. Even if their mutual feelings were obvious, saying it out loud was taboo. A prince and his loyal warrior couldn't say such a thing. It wasn't proper. But what about the night's events had been proper? Right now, they weren't a prince and his warrior. They were simply two people in love, alpha and omega. Maybe inside the omega's chamber, in his sweet embrace, it was okay to say those words.
“I love you, too… More than you can imagine.” Holding his breath, he placed a gentle kiss on Arslan's neck, right where a claiming bite should go. Perhaps one day, far in the future, biting Arslan's neck wouldn't be off limits.
Arslan giggled. What a sweet sound. Daryun felt the need to kiss the prince's pink lips, and so he did. There was nothing stopping him anymore. If he wanted to kiss or hug Arslan, he could simply do it. He wanted it, and Arslan wanted it, too. What more could Daryun ask for? He finally had it all. His heart was finally at ease.
Silence fell over the room for the first time in the night as they waited for Daryun's knot to deflate. Tired, but comfortable and at peace, Arslan drifted in and out of sleep as Daryun watched him with pure adoration in his eyes. His own eyes felt heavy too, each blink became slower than the previous one, but he refused to fall asleep. Not until he could arrange them into a more comfortable position in an attempt to reduce the soreness Arslan would surely feel in the morning.
After a few minutes of silence, he could finally slide out. Arslan scrunched his face and whined at the loss, shivering as some of the alpha's seed trailed down his thighs, but Daryun quickly soothed him by stroking his hair, brushing out any tangles with his fingers.
“Come here,” he whispered as he laid beside the omega and pulled him closer. Groggily, Arslan curled up by Daryun's side, using his toned chest as a pillow. “Get some rest, Your Highness.”
“Mm… Will you be here when I wake up?”
“But of course. I won't go anywhere, I swear.”
If anyone caught them walking together out of the same room in the morning, Daryun would make sure they didn't ask questions.
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