ELIANO #5
I press my mouth to his again, our tongues tangling, but not for long.
Instinct drives me elsewhere, to the place I have to reach.
I grab the collar of his tank top and rip it apart with a sharp pull, baring his perfect, hard, swollen nipples.
My eyes travel over his body like a predator studying its prey.
I hear his breathing speed up. His lips are plump, red, wet. For a moment my gaze locks on his pink tongue, but then it slides back down. I hook a finger under his jaw and turn his head to the side.
His gland. Wow. Is it just an illusion caused by my state, or does it look slightly bigger, faintly swollen? Maybe from today’s massage, or maybe for another reason entirely. The early heat thing?
This subtle scent lingers. I still can’t wrap my head around why Salt would even enter the heat in the first place, unless… Okay, in fighting mode it’s not the best moment to use my brain too much. I have other, more exciting things to focus on.
So I do not wait. What was about to happen during the fight, but I somehow stopped it, is happening now. My mating fangs slide free from my gums almost on their own.
My chest rumbles in an AO call, asking Salt for consent with a requesting sound, even though I know he cannot really respond. To my surprise, he tries to make some kind of cute sound of acceptance. That is enough for me. No more hesitation, I lean in and sink my teeth into his gland.
A wave of pleasure crashes through our bodies. Wild, strange, impossible to explain, and absolutely overwhelming. I find myself climaxing, drifting into bliss, and I feel Salt orgasming too. A deep moan tears from his throat.
And then I hear his hoarse voice.
"Fuck me, Eliano. Shove it inside!"
I pull my teeth from his gland because I need to look at his flushed, sweaty face.
At the same time, Salt starts tearing off his pants.
I lean back slightly as he kicks them away and pulls his knees up, all within ten seconds.
"Do it. Shove it inside. Shove it."
My arousal surges again, but something stops me. Despite his obvious eagerness, at the same time I see something in his eyes: vulnerability. A shadow of fear, anxiety, uncertainty.
That’s not right. Not okay.
Slowly, I sit back and look at his exposed crotch. His cock is hard, his legs and knees drawn up. His burgundy star is visible, offered to me willingly. It’s slightly more puffy now; but still closed.
So this is the moment?
No.
Doubt crashes into me.
It cannot be like this.
Salt is drunk. And he is not ready. He has not gone through the foreplay that is necessary for sex between alphas and betas. Their bodies are not like omegas’. They do not yield so easily to arousal; they do not produce as much slick.
And we have had maybe three minutes of foreplay.
"No," I say, fighting desire hard. "I do not want my first time to happen in fighting mode, and not when you are drunk. That would not be consensual."
I turn away and slide to the edge of the bed, dropping my feet to the floor.
Salt lets out a frustrated huff.
"Don’t tell me you’re stopping now. It was getting so good!"
"You’re not ready, Salt. I would tear you apart."
"Maybe that would be fair. Senu was torn during his first time."
"What?!"
"Never mind. We’re not ending it like this!" Salt says firmly, surprising me as he jumps off the bed and suddenly drops to his knees in front of me while I am still sitting on the edge.
His face is a mix of challenge and disappointment.
"You’re denying me, Eliano?"
He raises his hands to my face.
"It’s not that. I don’t want my first time tainted—"
"I’m your husband, remember! You fought for me. You earned that right!" He presses his hands to my cheeks, nearly shouting from inches away.
Convincing me when I have made up my mind is no easy feat, so I say firmly, "Yeah, about that. I also don’t want my first time to be with someone who would never see me as a long-term prospect."
A sharp silence falls, if such a thing even exists, but it feels very real in that moment.
Will he start explaining? Reassuring me? Denying it? Saying… something?
No.
Instead, he suddenly places his hands on my thighs and says, "So let me give you a blowjob. You fought so hard! You gave it all! It was epic. You’re so powerful, Eliano…"
Since I do not reply, he closes his eyes and says almost pleadingly,
"And I’ve wanted to do that so badly, more than once, even when I was sober. I want this. Please don’t refuse at least that."
"Salt," I say, but my voice is weaker now, less certain, because the option sounds dangerously tempting. "I don’t know if that’s a good idea."
Salt’s red lips draw my attention. They are soft, sweet, parted. He sees this, probably realizing my defense is weakening, so he grabs my pants at the waist and starts undoing them.
I resist a little, but not much.
"You won’t be able to take it into your mouth. You won’t open your jaw wide enough."
"I can if I pull my jaw back, like omegas and alphas do during a bite lock."
It is true. ABO society has an unusual ability that the humans who once lived on this planet did not. We can retract our jaws much farther by shifting the joints. It is painless and happens naturally when partners mark each other on the glands during sex.
"Seriously? Have you ever given anyone a blowjob?"
"No. But everything has a first time."
"It’s not that simple. I was surprised myself that enthusiasm isn’t all it takes when I blew you yesterday."
But he has already freed my cock from my boxers. His eyes slide over my thick length with a hint of apprehension, because the truth is that in fighting mode, everything gains a bit more mass.
"Fuck, it’s huge," Salt groans. "You’re probably right. If you shoved that inside me, I’d be in trouble."
"I told you," I say, lifting my hand to stroke the side of his cheek, my finger drifting instinctively to his lower lip. "You’ve got such a tight hole there, baby."
Salt goes quiet for a moment.
"I… you know I’ve never even used a dildo myself? Only my fingers," he says in a strange tone, almost embarrassed and almost defiant at the same time, which somehow suits him perfectly.
"Your hole is so beautiful," I whisper, feeling blood pulse heavily in my lower belly, surging into my cock in an unrelenting wave. "Like a pink star. It looks so fucking tiny and tight. I’m afraid I’d hurt you." My fingers trace his cheekbones, his jaw.
"You probably would," Salt murmurs, his eyes wide, his lashes fluttering slightly, a small smirk playing at his pouty lips.
It’s too much, too much temptation. I lean in, my lips catching his lower lip, sucking lightly. We kiss softly for a moment, and Salt makes sweet, nasal puffs and breathy sounds as we go.
"You’d have to wear stretching dildos to prepare yourself for me," I murmur, not pulling away from his mouth, as wet kisses continue.
"You’re so big." Another moment of sucking on his lower lip, "Too much for my poor little hole. You’d kill me."
"Right now, probably yes. But someday… with the right prep, maybe I could fit inside?"
My fingers gently still caress his chin, his cheeks, his glands, also brushing his hard nipples from time to time. Salt sighs and moans softly, making an almost purring sound.
Suddenly, he pulls his mouth away, lifts his hands to his jaw, and says, "I’ll try with my jaw. One time, Senu showed me how to do this. I can do it." His face is determined, and he is clearly not backing away from whatever kind of sexual activity goes on between us.
"You sure?"
"Yes!"
Then, with one firm motion, he pulls his jaw back and down.
"Fuck… holy shit," I mutter in mild but also strangely pleasurable shock.
The sight is quite arousing to me. What might disturb others feels like the height of eroticism to me. And dedication!
Salt leans over the swollen red head of my cock, standing out right in front of his face, and without second thoughts takes it into his mouth.
Of course, he quickly discovers that I was right. There is no way he can push me deeper down his throat. It simply will not fit.
That does not stop him from making brave, eager attempts. For me, the fact that he is trying is already more than enough. I understand him now, why he came so fast when I was doing the same things to him, because I am heading down this path too.
My head spins, all lightheaded. It feels so good to watch this beautiful young man kneeling in front of me, his long blue hair falling over my thigh.
I thread my fingers through it. With my other hand, I stroke the shaved side of his head, feeling the short regrowth, brush his ear, play with his earrings, and then tease my fingertips over his other, unmarked gland.
"You’re so beautiful," I whisper. "I want you so badly, Salt."
Salt is kneeling in front of me, pants long gone since the bed.
After my words, his hand drops to his own hard cock.
He gives me a blowjob while jerking off at the same time, and it fills me with even more pleasure, because I did the same thing to him earlier.
That means this whole scene is just as arousing for him, and that is fucking perfect how in sync we are.
Salt is really putting in the effort.
His mouth grips my swollen, super sensitive head tightly. His tongue works me, slides along my slit, slurping up precum. The sounds he makes are downright obscene, and they only push me closer.
"Gosh, you’re fucking amazing."
It is hard to believe he has never done this before, but I know it’s true. Salt has an astonishing enthusiasm, and I love it.
So, it cannot last long. Even though we both came a few minutes ago, everything is racing toward a blissful finale.
And soon enough, it happens. White stars explode behind my eyes as pleasure spears through my body.
"Fuck, this feels so good," I mutter.
All these years, denying myself sex, not knowing what I was missing…
I explode in his mouth.
Yeah…