Danger Zone

Primo pauses at his reaction, hesitant if it is alright for him to proceed, but when the blond Omega shifts his hips once more, a slight twitch, a subtle buck upward, his smirk returns a little.

The Alpha drags out the reveal, mostly for his own excitement, and to relishing in the way Nigel squirms shyly. 

With the jeans discard somewhere beyond the bed with his shirt, the Alpha sits back and looks down at him, eyes suddenly full of hunger as he bites down on his lower lip, indulging in the sight.

The Omega lays under him, legs spread over his thighs, and giving him a more than a little lewd view of his hardening cocking under the innocent white fabric that does a very little to conceal it in any way. 

His hands wander, ignoring the lace clinging to his hips in favor of slinking a finger under one of the garter straps connecting the lingerie to the thigh highs digging into his muscled thighs. 

Primo finds it hard to deny that the slight gap between the two articles of clothing, the little flash of dense muscle peeking out under the lace hems and exposed to his touch, is more than a little enticing. 

He tugs on the strap, lifting it up and releasing it to snap against his thigh, and a wide grin takes over his features at the way Nigel jolts in surprise and pouts at him. 

"Alpha, please… Stop teasing."

"I'm sorry, love. You just look enticing right now."

Primo leans forward and captures Nigel's lips roughly in a deep kiss that left the Omega moaning into his mouth. 

Especially when his hands slip under the hem of the lace underwear to grope his backside and slides his hips over Primo's more, the two grinding together and feeling one another grow hard against each other. 

The black haired Alpha pulls out of the kiss just barely, almost sinking back into it with the way Nigel chases after his lips desperately, and growls as he grinds his hips hard against him and drags his lips over his neck to travel down his throat and collarbone.

"Alpha, please. Stop teasing!"

A groan, louder than before, and his hips buck upward when the Alpha suddenly gropes his thigh and lifts it to rest it over his shoulder, his other hand snaking under the hem of the lace lingerie once more to graze his fingers over his entrance. 

Pursing his lips, Nigel muffles the sound of a needy cry as he sits up, his head lolls to one side as he stares down at the Alpha. Primo looks up at him, a mischievous smirk on his lip and a cunning look in his ocean blue eyes eyes. 

This is when Nigel knows what he'd have to do if he wants more, the mere thought is as embarrassing as it always is. 

"A-Alpha… Please fuck me."

"Wrong name, baby. Call me Aster."

Nigel gulps at the name when he heard it. He remembers talking to Aiden saying that the Omega had never called Primo by his first name since he despised hearing it. But tonight, its different.

The Alpha offers his Omega to call him by his first name, sending a whole pack of butterflies to his heart. It warms him, making him want more from the Alpha. 

Nigel decides if he is going to beg for the Alpha to mate him right here, he will do his very best. With pleading eyes, he begs.

Nigel reaches down with a trembling hand, the other still beds deep in Primo's hair, and lifts the hem of the lace lingerie to free his twitching cock, sweet cream dripping down the shaft as the fabric scrapes under the underside of his shaft. 

The sight of himself like that never fails to embarrass him, but Primo's heated, lustful stare and the way he licks his lips make him feel hot and bothers in all the right ways. 

"Suck me, Alpha! Please, I want to feel you!"

Nigel is halfway through murmuring his name again when Primo smirks and leans forward to take the tip in his mouth quickly, sucking on the head of his cock and rubbing his tongue roughly against the wet slit. 

The sound that left his throat is guttural, deep and needy, and he bucks his hips into the Alpha's mouth, seeking the wet warmth there. Primo breaths deeply through his nose before taking more of him in, his head bobbing in a slow rhythm. 

"More, Alpha! Please! More!"

When Primo looks up at him, the blond Omega can just barely make out the expression on his face. Sly, and inviting. 

His eyes practically screams with the lust crawling under his skin, and the way he takes more than half his length into his mouth and gives an encouraging tug on his hips made Nigel's head rolls back as a deep moan left his chest shaking, an endless wave of bliss rolling through him, even more so when he feels the Alpha swallowing the excess sweet cream that is dripping from his lips and the shaft. 

"A-aah! A-Aster—! Please don't stop!"

Primo can see him beginning to crumble. It begins as it often did, with a shaking breathless moan, a hoarse cry from a dry throat that is high in pitch and full of wanton lust. 

The hand gripping his hair yanks on it roughly, nails scratching his scalp and hips bucking rapidly as his rides through his orgasm, thighs shaking and chest arching up and up until he freezes, tense as he comes in his mouth all at once, his mouth hangs open as a voiceless moan left his lips.

"Fuck me, Aster. Please!"

Primo doesn't need to be told twice. He places a hand on the center of his chest and pushes him down into the bed to lean over and searches the bedside table for the familiar bottle of lube and a condom. 

Nigel is quick to bury his head in the crook of his neck, biting down there and tugging down his pants to free his hard cock, eagerly beginning to rub it and excite him more. 

Primo growls and rolls his hips into the touch, enjoying the feel of his warm hand as he grabs what he needs and settles himself back over him. 

"Present to me, Omega."

Nigel moves his hands to grip his hair and cover his face, making a sound halfway between a laugh and a moan as he hooks his legs around Primo's waist, the balls of his feet digging into the small of his back and pitching him forward, bringing him as close as possible in the moment. 

The Alpha moans at the tight warmth that squeezes his cock and encourages him to delve deeper, and he empties his lungs in a heavy groan when he feels the Omega contracts around him even more. 

The Alpha continues to thrust at an almost agonizingly slow pace until the euphoria filling his veins threaten to overshadow the last bit of sense he has. 

The lace lingerie grazes against his cock and he murmurs for Nigel to hold it aside, just in case it damages the condom, and he weakly complies. 

With a shaking hand, Nigel stretches with his unoccupied hand to pull the lingerie further away from his coco de mer, the fabric well and truly wet from sweat and the lubricant. 

"M-more…! Mh!"

Primo repeats the movement, thrusting in as deeply as he can and reaching pass his prostate, thrusting against that weak spot deep inside him that left Nigel's back tensing up greatly in response. 

A shudder ripples through him at the sound of Nigel uttering that obscene moan again. The sound of skin slapping against skin begins to fill their ears, joining a symphony of moans and low growls and groaning bed springs that creaks with every move they make. 

Nigel's back dips low, arching into the bed and the Alpha tugs on his hair gently as he throws his head back, staring up at the ceiling with a dazed, euphoric expression as he utters another cry of intense pleasure. 

Primo's name yet again getting caught in the mix and being butchers by the low groans that echoes in his ears. 

Primo feels his cock spasm in his hand, and with slow, soft strokes, he works him through his orgasm, gritting his teeth and breathing sharply through his nose at the way Nigel's body sank into the mattress and rides the waves of his climax. 

They lay together for several long moments, join and breathless and unable to think through the fog of pleasure that has fills the air around them. The Alpha stands up as he walks straight towards the bathroom to grab some cloths to clean his Omega.

Nigel looks at the ceiling as the euphoric feeling changes into exhaustion. He can believe that he just did that with his Alpha. He never knew that he had it in him but begging the Alpha to pound him even more is something he never used of doing.

He tiredly looks at the approaching naked Alpha and smiles at him. Thanking him softly before slowly closing his eyes.

No longer hungry and already cleaned up, they both lay in bed and sleep, totally forgetting about the food on the kitchen. A night that they both enjoyed.