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Simon was lying alone on their big bed. The omega was staring at his phone, waiting for a message of the older man who had promised to write in the evening. John had been gone for one day and although he would already return tomorrow, Simon still missed him a lot. It was already ten o’clock. Maybe he had gone out with Price and the others? Simon looked at the ceiling and sighed, snuggling under the covers and closing his eyes. Seconds later his phone buzzed. Quickly, he looked at it, smiling when he saw that John had sent him a message.
John: Hey, sweetheart. How are you?
Simon: Lying in bed, missing you. ☹
John: Will be back soon, love. What did you do while I was away?
Simon: Did some shopping. Got a surprise for you.
Simon swallowed audibly as he pressed “send”. Hopefully, John would like the surprise which he got for him. His phone buzzed again.
John: Can I get a hint?
Simon: No, would ruin the surprise.
John: Fine. Maybe you could distract me from thinking about what it could be?
Simon: Maybe… How can I help?
John: Have you made yourself comfortable?
The omega looked at the words, thinking what to do. He grinned to himself, lowering the blanket to reveal his bare chest. Then he laid his left arm behind his head, flexing his biceps slightly. The younger man took a selfie and sent it to the alpha.
Simon: [picture] Yes, I did, John. How about you.
Instead of a text, he got a picture in return. John was laying on his bunk in the barracks, hand running through his short mohawk wet from the shower he must have taken shortly before. Simon’s gaze wandered downwards. What he saw made him blush: John was also shirtless but the thing which made the omega swallow audibly were the alpha’s tight briefs and the obvious bulge. A new notification on his screen snapped him out of his thoughts.
John: Did you fall asleep or are you speechless? 😉
Simon laughed quietly.
Simon: Your picture… makes me miss you even more.
John: Aye? What do you miss?
Simon: Your laugh, your humour, your scent, the way you look at me…
John: The way I touch you?
Simon blushed, letting out a long breath to calm his nerves before he answered.
Simon: Yes, your touch. Wish you would be here to hold me.
John: Would love that too, sweetheart. Anything else you would want me to do?
Simon closed his eyes, tilted his head back and took a deep breath. His hands shook a little while he typed the next words.
Simon: Want you to caress my chest, my stomach…
John: Where do you need me to touch you most?
The omega bit his lower lip, throwing the blanket aside. He tucked down his briefs slightly, revealing the base of his penis and snapped another picture.
Simon: [picture] Here, alpha.
Seconds after John had read the message, an incoming call from him appeared on Simon’s screen. Quickly, the omega answered it straight away. With a trembling voice, he whispered into his phone: “Hey, alpha.” He got a low humming, followed by a “Hey, sweetheart” as an answer. The younger man bit his lips and started to breathe more quickly while waiting for John to continue. “Do you want me to help you? To help you to feel good, sweetheart?” Simon gasped audibly. “Simon?” The omega let out a long breath as he heard his alpha say his name. Shakingly he whispered: “Yes, alpha.”
A soft, deep chuckle could be heard on the other end of the line. “Put me on speaker and lay your phone next to your head, but make sure it can’t fall off the bed, sweetheart.” The omega did as he was told. “Good lad. I want you to do what I say. Just follow my words. Alright, love?” Simon nodded quickly, adding a “Yes, alpha” as he remembered that John couldn't see his reaction. The other man responded with a low hum. “Good man. Now I want you to take off your briefs and get comfortable on the bed.”
The omega quickly got out of his underwear tossing it aside. He then stretched out on the cool sheets, arms resting next to his body. “Done?” “Yes, alpha.” “Very good, sweetheart. First, I want you to breathe with me. In… stop” He heard Simon breath in and waited some seconds. “And out.” The omega released the breath he was holding. “In…stop” Again the omega breathed in. This time John waited some more before he told the younger man to breathe out. He did this two more times, lengthening the time Simon had between the breaths. The alpha hummed contently. “Now, I want you to raise your hands: place them near your cheeks. No touching. Hold them above your cheeks so that you can feel the soft hairs of your face.” Slowly Simon raised his hands. Shakingly, he lowered them towards his face and started to move them up and down, slightly brushing the soft hairs on his cheeks. “Move your hands lower, still no touching. Can you feel the warmth of your hands on your skin?” The omega followed the older man’s directions, lowering his hands towards his jaw. He could feel the heat radiating from his hands and murmured in agreement.
“Good. Now go lower. Brush along your throat. Place your right hand on your throat, sweetheart.” He took the loud gulp he heard over the phone as a sign to carry on. “Press gently, omega.” He heard Simon gasp and couldn’t hold back one himself. “Good lad. This is my hand on your throat, gentle but strong; caring but also dominant.” Another gasp escaped the younger man. “Whose hand is it, sweetheart?” The omega let out a long shaky breath and whispered so softly that it was almost inaudible. “Yours, alpha.” John let out a frustrated growl. “Press down a bit more, omega. And now tell me like you mean it.” Simon pressed down a bit more, back arching slightly as he imagined that the hand on his throat really was John’s. He drew in a sharp breath, responding louder this time: “It’s your hand, alpha.” John hummed contently. “Good lad. You’re doing so well for me.”
“Release your throat and place your fingertips slightly on your chest. Move them over your skin following your pecs, but no touching like before, sweetheart.” The alpha noticed that he was subconsciously mimicking the movements Simon was supposed to make. He let out a low moan as he brushed his nipples. John swallowed a few times to wet his dry throat. “Place your hands on your stomach. Move them over your abs. Slowly, love.” The alpha moaned again as he thought about Simon’s defined abs and how they felt under his hands. On the other side of the line, the omega was panting softly.
“Very good, Simon. Now move lower, bit by bit, until you reach where your hips meet your thighs. Rest your hands there. Don’t move.” The omega’s panting increased. “Can you feel how your skin is soft there? I love caressing you there, making you melt under my hands.” The omega swallowed audibly. “Spread your legs a little, sweetheart. Just slightly. I want you to start caressing your inner thighs. Move them up and down slowly. With each upstroke I want you to come closer to the base of your shaft.” The older man started to stroke his erection slowly, trying to still focus on making his omega feel good. “Stop at the base, sweetheart.” He let out a shaky breath. “I assume you’re already hard and dripping, omega. Am I right?” Simon who had already closed his eyes minutes ago blinked them open, looking down his body. His penis was fully hard and indeed dripping with precum. He breathed in heavily but couldn’t get a word out. John chuckled deep and softly.
“I guess that’s a “Yes”, sweetheart.” The omega could only answer with another moan. “Take your right hand and place it at the underside of your shaft. Don’t close your hand. Now move slowly upwards until you reach your tip.” John heard the younger man moan. “Good lad. I want you to close your left hand around the base of your shaft. Press your right palm gently on your tip.” When Simon put his palm on his dripping tip, he couldn’t resist to move his hand a bit, making him moan unintentionally. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. Sweetheart, who do these hands belong to?” The omega froze and tried to steady his breathing, answering shakingly: “Y-you, a-alpha.”
“That’s right, omega. And did I tell you to move?” Simon swallowed audibly, murmuring: “N-no, a-alpha.” John growled deeply. “And you want to be good for me and get a reward at the end, don’t you?” The younger man threw back his head, letting out a shaky breath. “Y-yes, alpha. I-I want to be good for you.” The older man hummed contently. “Good lad. Then we should continue, shouldn’t we?” John didn’t wait for an answer and went on: “I want you to press down on your tip a bit more… Yes, that’s it. Now, move your palm over your slit. Very slowly. Get it all wet with your precum for me, sweetheart.” The omega started to pant faster while he circled his palm over his tip, trying not to go quicker. As if the alpha had read his mind, he replied: “Slow down, sweetheart. Slower… slower… stop. Keep your palm on your tip. Did you get it all wet for me?”
The omega pressed out a “Yes, alpha” between his heavy breathing. “Such a good lad for me. Being all wet for his alpha.” His words made the man on the other end of the line gasp loudly. “P-please, alpha”, the omega started hoarsely. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, omega. No begging. Your body, your pleasure and your orgasm are under my control right now. Remember?” Simon let out a soft whimper. “Now be a good lad again and take your shaft into your right hand. Don’t move your hand yet. Remember that I know what you’re doing. Your sounds tell me everything I need to know.” Simon sighed quietly as he changed his dry left hand with his wet right one, holding his hard penis firmly but without moving as he waited for further instructions. John chuckled amused, starting to stroke his own erection faster which made him moan loudly. “I want you to move your left hand down your inner thigh. Ignore your balls but place your fingers right underneath them.”
The alpha waited some seconds before he continued: “Now press down on the skin there. How does it feel?” Simon pressed down gently, letting out a confused noise. He definitely felt something. The alpha hummed deeply. “Alright sweetheart. I want you to start stroking your dick. Very slowly.” He could hear Simon’s breathing getting faster who was stroking his erection a bit too fast for the older man’s liking. “Slower sweetheart.” Simon protested with a groan but did as his former captain wanted. “Good lad. Now I want you to press down on that spot again. A bit harder this time.” The omega wanted to protest first but as he pressed down hard, he threw his head back while arching his back and letting out a loud moan. The alpha moaned in response, imagining his omega stroking himself while massaging his prostate. “Does it feel good, omega?” Simon couldn’t stop panting and moaning but managed a “Y-yes, alpha.” As John was getting closer too, he decided to not let his omega wait longer.
“Sweetheart, keep pressing down on that spot.” Another moan could be heard through the phone. “Good lad. Now stroke yourself a bit faster. Try to twist your hand when you reach your tip.” The omega’s panting increased further, his orgasm building up rapidly. After he pushed against the base of his balls harder, which made him moan obscenely, he couldn’t take it any longer. “P-please, alpha. P-please can I come? Please let me come alpha!” Simon could hear a deep growl and the sound of John stroking his own erection faster. “F-fuck… such a good lad. Asking me so nicely.” The alpha moaned loudly, adding: “Come for me sweetheart. Stroke yourself faster and come for me.” Just like John, Simon increased his speed too. He bit his lower lip and threw his head back, moaning loudly as he came over his hand seconds after John’s permission.
Hearing his omega coming also sent the alpha over the edge who rode out his orgasm by stroking himself slowly, telling Simon to do the same. John relaxed on the bed, running his clean hand through his hair. “You were perfect, sweetheart. Are you alright?” All he heard was panting from the other side of the line. “Simon?” It took Simon some seconds after his orgasm to get down and focus again but eventually he responded: “Y-yes. I’m fine, John. Just exhausted.” Both chuckled amused. “I’d say it was a complete success then.” The omega chuckled again and felt himself growing tired but managed to mumble: “Yes, John.” The older man heard Simon’s sleepy voice and hummed contently. “Go to sleep, sweetheart. Tomorrow, I’ll be home.”