If those words awaken a terrible desire in Burr, they do the same in Alexander. He can't explain why the idea of Burr having such control over his body is so intensely erotic. Little changes, within him, permanent alterations, his chest swelling with milk and his womb swelling with life.
"Because you wanted the sweetest and freshest omega whore you could find," and he tries to grind himself against Burr's hand, but it steals further down, to his ass.
"Aaron," his voice gone high, and he turns his head to bite down on his own wrist. Burr quests into him, with long and seeking fingers, stimulates and manipulates him, and he isn't sure if he should be embarrassed or proud that his body already strains for release. He is intimately aware, again, that his ass and thighs sting terribly, soothed only a bit by the balm rubbed in, and that the finger deep inside him, gripped by the muscles of his body, makes little trickles of pleasure flow through him, like he is a dry streambed awakened by the rain.
Even Burr is overwhelmed by this. Even Burr seeks satisfaction. Hips bear down so he knows he's leaving slick on the heel of Burr's hand, his wrist. It feels to him that his breasts are coming in right now, swelling at the command of Burr's caressing tongue.
Alexander makes a high and desperate sound and comes, comes on nothing, comes on the finger buried within him, with an empty cunt, an untouched cock, so sensitive that he needs nothing more.
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"Because you wanted the sweetest and freshest omega whore you could find," and he tries to grind himself against Burr's hand, but it steals further down, to his ass.
"Aaron," his voice gone high, and he turns his head to bite down on his own wrist. Burr quests into him, with long and seeking fingers, stimulates and manipulates him, and he isn't sure if he should be embarrassed or proud that his body already strains for release. He is intimately aware, again, that his ass and thighs sting terribly, soothed only a bit by the balm rubbed in, and that the finger deep inside him, gripped by the muscles of his body, makes little trickles of pleasure flow through him, like he is a dry streambed awakened by the rain.
Even Burr is overwhelmed by this. Even Burr seeks satisfaction. Hips bear down so he knows he's leaving slick on the heel of Burr's hand, his wrist. It feels to him that his breasts are coming in right now, swelling at the command of Burr's caressing tongue.
Alexander makes a high and desperate sound and comes, comes on nothing, comes on the finger buried within him, with an empty cunt, an untouched cock, so sensitive that he needs nothing more.