11. Chapter Eleven #2
It took more time to etch the shape he had in mind into Roman’s skin, content to mark his territory the only way he could without a bond mark.
Roman’s scent stayed thick in the air, his breathing rough, little inhales and exhales catching.
Every grunt or muffled groan made Sidian pause, his eyes squeezing shut for just a moment as his cunt clenched.
Back at the center, arousal was a bad sign, a sign of things to come, but it was exciting with Roman.
Exciting because Roman wasn’t doing anything about it beyond lying right where Sidian wanted him, letting Sidian work on him, letting Sidian hurt him without putting up a fight.
He licked each delicate petal of the lily clean before setting the knife aside, his hips rolling down against Roman’s stomach in an instinctive search for friction. “All done, alpha.”
“Goddess.” Roman offered him a woozy smile. He hadn’t lost enough blood to be dizzy, so maybe he was just that turned on. “Use me, Sid. Go ahead. I’m all yours.”
Use me. Fuck, he was such a good boy. “Have you eaten out an omega before?”
“Nah.” Roman laughed, his eyelids fluttering shut. “Like I said, I did research. I made sure I did as much research as I could about that specific action. I wanted to make you feel good.”
Roman stayed where he was as Sidian shifted off of him just enough to peel the briefs down his legs, the fabric molded to the shape of his cunt from just how much slick had soaked through them.
Idly, he tossed them aside before kneeling down across Roman’s face, hyper-aware of the fact that Roman had never seen him before.
In the handful of times they'd met in the past, he’d been clothed.
Sure, Roman knew, but there was a big difference between knowing Sidian was trans and seeing his body for the first time.
All male omegas had cunts. Sidian wasn’t worried about that part. But the obvious lack of a cock was going to catch Roman’s attention right away, and he didn’t know how Roman felt about that. Maybe he’d be disgusted. Maybe—
Roman’s hands were so warm when they settled on Sidian’s bare hips, dragging him down so Roman could lick up Sidian’s cunt with a moan that reverberated through his entire body.
Fuck. Fuck. Sidian slammed his hands down on the floor to stabilize himself, managing a squeak before Roman buried his face between his legs.
Thick arms wrapped themselves around Sidian’s thighs to keep him where he was, Roman’s lips leaving open-mouthed kisses all along his cunt.
It was dizzying. It was so fucking good it made Sidian’s legs shake, his nails digging into the hardwood floor as his spine arched.
Oh, it was good. It was so good, and Sidian didn’t know it could be so good.
“Tastes so sweet.” Roman lapped between Sidian’s legs like he was starved for it, like he’d die without it, rasping over his hole.
Teasing bastard, inches away from giving Sidian what he needed and not letting him have it, stubble scraping over his inner thighs.
“Fuck my face, omega, take what you need from me.”
It took Sidian a minute to find the strength to move, his hips rolling as he ground himself against Roman’s face.
He was all sharp angles, and the friction was perfect when Sidian dragged his clit against the bridge of Roman’s nose, his eyes fluttering shut.
Heat burned between his thighs, the intensity almost frightening as Roman leaned back so he could get his tongue on Sidian’s clit for the first time.
And, Goddess, did he give it his all. He swirled his tongue around it before sucking it into his mouth.
His lips were so soft and perfect, the suction drawing a feral moan from Sidian’s lips.
When he dug a hand into Roman’s curls and yanked, Roman responded by sucking harder, growling against Sidian’s pussy.
The vibrations sizzled through his skin, and he fell on top of Roman, his hips bucking against Roman’s face. “Fuck!”
“Every noise you make is such a delight.” Roman swiped his tongue back and forth before sucking Sidian’s clit again, uncaring as slick dripped down his chin.
“Shut the fuck up and get me off.” Sidian yanked his hair again, and the resulting groan had him keening in response.
He needed to come. He needed it . The only orgasms he’d had were by his own hands and ones forced out of him, yanked from a body so bruised and beaten it was a miracle he had any working nerve endings left at all.
But Roman was so good, so desperate, devouring Sidian like a last meal, eating at him like Roman would die without a taste of his cunt.
His hands held Sidian tight but not too tight, letting him wriggle as much as he pleased.
And when Sidian looked down, he found Roman’s eyes with his and realized his alpha was watching his face, drinking in the way it contorted and scrunched and went slack with overwhelming pleasure.
And Roman held Sidian’s gaze as he pursed his lips against Sidian’s clit, sucking so hard Sidian’s vision whited out for a moment.
The disgustingly wet noise that echoed off the walls of the room made his cunt squeeze tight, his eyes slamming shut.
Roman sucked him off wet and messy, his tongue and lips working him over until the fever pitch of pleasure crashed over Sidian like a tidal wave.
It felt so good it almost hurt, every muscle in his body jerking and twitching as he rode Roman’s face. Too much. It was too fucking much.
He’s not stopping. Fuck me, he’s not stopping.
Roman kept his mouth on Sidian where he wanted it the most, working him through the crest of another orgasm before Sidian could even catch his breath.
His entire body slumped, but Roman caught him, holding him where he was, keeping his pussy pressed flush against Roman’s face.
Only when it was way too much did Roman back off, tongue lapping at the folds of Sidian’s cunt while the corners of his mouth twitched up in a stupid little grin.
He really was a dog, but he was a good one. He was Sidian’s good boy.
And he wasn’t done with Roman. Not even close.