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“Ah…”
Ryland’s sigh is as relaxed as it is wanton when he reclines against the numerous fluffy pillows separating him from the bed’s headboard. Throwing his head back lasciviously, he parts his legs even further, snaking a hand between them; teasing his labia with the gentlest of touches, the dew already blooming on its petals not even clinging to his fingertips yet.
“Mmmh…”
Through fluttering eyelids, Ryland gazes down his chest, rising and falling to the rhythm of his languid breathing, down his soft stomach, down where his cunt is now being teased…
Down where his bonded mate is kneeling on the silky bedsheets, ass resting on his heels, body taut in its docile position between Ryland's open legs.
Tom’s gaze is so drawn to Ryland’s glistening pussy that he doesn't even notice the way his husband is looking at him - playful, longing, domineering. The sight of his mate being so entranced by the way Ryland is lazily teasing himself has him entranced, and the soft gladiolus notes of Ryland’s scent begin to drown in the sweeter, yet more acrid surge of his arousal.
Tom's nostrils and cock both twitch at the slight shift, making Ryland chuckle.
“Mmmmh, feels so good…” he moans, exaggerating a bit - loving how easy it is to rile up his Alpha. “Are you enjoying yourself, Tommy?”
His eyes not leaving Tom’s face, Ryland lets his fingers part his lower lips, dipping into his now dripping cunt before he brings them up, smearing his own slick over his chest.
“I'm- I, uh, ah-” Tom's barely able to form proper words, trembling with the need to dive in, to latch his drooling mouth onto his Omega’s pussy and eat him out until his heavenly savor is forever engraved in each and every one of his tastebuds.
“Aw, it’s so hard to talk, isn't it?” Ryland coos, pouting, letting his index draw a line of slick down his stomach before landing on his swollen clit. “I bet it’s hard to even think, isn't it, my Alpha?”
The word is spat out with such sugary sweet condescension it makes Tom’s already throbbing cock tear up with a fat bead of precum and draws out delightful, pitiful growls out of him.
Because it is- it’s so hard to think, everything is overwhelming- the hypnotic patterns Ryland is drawing on his clit as he slowly plays with it, the potent scent of arousal and arrogance Ryland is saturating the heady air with, the way his own mouth is leaking with copious amounts of drool at the overflowing need to bite Ryland’s bonding mark and claim him anew, everything is RylandRylandRyland-
“That's okay, Alpha. You don't need to think anyways. You just need to be a good, docile plaything for your Omega, don’t you, honey?” Ryland’s voice is dripping with as much haughtiness as his pussy is now dripping with arousal, the Omega’s breath hitching as his control slips a little and the pace at which he’s rubbing his clit picks up.
“Uh- uh-huh-” Tom answers automatically, almost heaving, body tense and muscles spasming with the overwhelming urgency to worship at his mate's altar.
Ryland, perfect, angelic, heavenly Ryland, merciful Ryland, moans whorishly as he beckons Tom closer:
“You can take a closer look, honey, come on… but you can’t touch.”
Tom cries, real, actual tears of sheer frustration streaming down his face as he crawls forwards, head now oh so close to Ryland’s drenched cunt, ears ringing with the rapid beat of his own blood flow and of sublime squelching sounds.
“Shh, it’s- it’s okay, Alpha, don’t cry- ah!” Ryland consoles him, wrapping a leg over Tom’s shoulder, foot pressing down to push his subjugated devotee even closer to forbidden bliss. “I know I said you can't touch, but- mmnh!!- I- I have something even better-”
Tom can't see it, simply unable to look away from his Omega’s cunt, but Ryland is smiling sinfully and lovingly right before his face contorts in rapturous ecstasy and he cums, moans ringing out as he rides his orgasm, a dull pressure pushing down on his lower belly as it empties in a gushing stream of bitter, clear-ish ejaculate that splatters over his Alpha's face, spraying over his rapt features, over some of his hair and even down on the bedsheets a bit.
“Ah… ah…” Ryland pants, losing his composure, chuckling in loving delight as he takes in how utterly soaked and fucked-dumb Tom’s pretty face looks. “It’s all for you, my Alpha…” he coos, pheromones flaring up along with Tom’s, as he uses his foot to press Tom's face completely flush against his pussy. “So clean up that mess… you've earned it.”
Tom doesn't need to be told twice.