3. Totally Not A Seduction #3
Then he lowered his hips. It felt good pressing against his entrance, stretching him out so he didn’t ache with emptiness.
It still wasn’t as good as having an alpha on top of him, holding him down and sliding a big cock into his ass.
He imagined Zenith’s steady hands on him, Zenith’s smile a hairsbreadth from Emre’s face, right before he kissed Emre and pushed his cock deep.
Zenith would let him feel the full length of his cock.
He would chase his own pleasure while giving Emre so much cock that Emre’s toes curled.
Emre whined, sitting down hard on the dildo to feel it inside him.
He carefully raised himself on his knees and sank back down, panting with the effort.
He rolled his balls in his palm and stroked himself, pretending it was Zenith trying to mark him all over.
A groan came from the other apartment.
Emre froze, his cock throbbing, his ass leaking all over his toy.
There came another groan, and... soft rustling? Rhythmic sounds.
Sounds that were suddenly wet and slick, like maybe Zenith was stroking himself again.
Emre whimpered. He sat down hard on his dildo, gasping as the sudden invasion pulled his balls tight.
The stroking sounds stopped. Emre held his breath. Did he hear me?
For a long, breathless moment, all he knew was the floor against his hands and knees, the warm dildo in his ass, and his pounding heart.
Carefully, the slick sounds started up again, accompanied by deep, unsteady breathing.
It wasn’t as though the other people in the building didn’t have sex. Sex sounds were common at night; this shouldn’t be any different. Emre was just another tenant dealing with his hormones.
Maybe he won’t know it’s me.
He bit his lip and started the slow rocking again, leaning forward and sinking back down onto the dildo. The wetter he grew, the more sounds his ass made sliding around his toy, obscene sounds that were amplified by the darkness. Emre’s breath stuttered.
A groan came from his left, two apartments away. Emre squirted precum everywhere. He pretended not to know it was Zenith, holding himself on all fours as he worked his toy in and out of himself.
Maybe Zenith is listening to me. Maybe he’s getting off on this too.
A deep blush warmed his face. He rolled his hips and stuffed himself full, pretending it was Zenith behind him, Zenith gripping his hips and pounding hard, trying to squeeze his cum out so he could fill Emre with it.
Emre’s breath hitched. He came all over the floor, but the orgasm wasn’t enough to take the edge off.
He kept going, sinking himself fully onto the dildo and grinding against it, his breaths coming deeper as his hesitation wore off. He was pregnant, and he needed to come really badly. He needed an alpha to hold him down and fuck him open, knot him properly.
“Knot you,” he thought he heard Zenith say.
Emre shuddered, his breath punching out of him.
“Breed you,” Zenith added.
Emre came so hard, he landed on his dildo and spasmed, his insides clutching around the toy, begging for cum it wasn’t going to give.
I need your cum, Emre thought. He shoved his hand against his mouth so the words wouldn’t come out. He didn’t want Zenith to know he was listening to those slick sounds, the sound of his fist on his cock.
He worked himself on that toy for a long while, then freed its suction base and held it to keep it buried, shuffling awkwardly to where he had hidden his other toy.
This new toy was shorter. But its most important feature was the big knot at its base, small enough that it could fit into his hole, but wide enough that he would still feel it.
Emre slid the first toy out and pushed the knotted dildo against his entrance, breathing out as he waited for his muscles to stretch, to fit the knot.
Then it was inside him, snug behind his rim, flared base keeping it in place.
Emre sat back down and almost howled when the silicone knot shoved against his prostate. He made soft whimpering sounds, grinding down on the toy and swallowing his scream as he came.
The slick sounds in the other apartment grew faster, more desperate.
Emre kept on listening. He imagined Zenith in his bed, fucking into his fists as he leaked precum everywhere, eager to fill Emre’s hole.
He squirmed and rode the knotted toy harder, his thighs shaking as he brought himself off again.
Suddenly, Zenith gave a muffled roar. His bedsprings squeaked extra loud, and stopped.
Oh gods, he came.
Emre flushed all over, imagining the amount of cum that Zenith was probably shooting everywhere. The smell of it, musky and deep. I want it inside me. He squirmed and rocked back onto his toy, back and forth to keep the pressure against his prostate.
For a long while, neither of them made a sound. Then there was some rustling, as though Zenith was cleaning up.
Okay. Maybe now Zenith would sleep, and he wouldn’t hear Emre jerking off for the rest of the night.
Emre waited for Zenith’s sounds to wind down. When the bedsprings creaked for the final time, Emre relaxed, rocking himself on his toy.
He’d been going at it for some minutes when Zenith’s breathing hitched, and his bedsprings squeaked.
Emre froze. He waited for a while. Then he started back up, rubbing his own cock because it was hard again. He worked himself on the silicone knot until his breathing grew uneven.
Only to realize that Zenith’s breathing was ragged too, and the slick sounds had started up again.
Emre grew so hot between his legs, he almost moaned.
Was Zenith listening to him? Or was he just horny like Emre, and he couldn’t stop jerking off?
Emre bit his lip, swearing to himself that he would stay silent. Maybe Zenith didn’t know he was listening, and tomorrow they could pretend that none of this had happened.