Gone
Peter stared at the bottle of wine on the bedside table before carefully picking it up and unscrewing it. He reached for one of the two glasses he’d brought upstairs and poured a small amount into it.
Wade had told him to drink a glass, maybe two, but he was going to be cautious. The strong aroma hit him and he wrinkled his nose, not sure how anyone could find pleasure in drinking the bitter drink. Norman didn’t own a single rosé- only red and white. Peter had chosen the red seeing it labeled as ‘fruity,’ but he was quickly finding that the description had been a lie.
The omega swilled it like how he’d seen people do on TV, brought it to his lips and then took a brave gulp. It felt almost acidic as it traveled downwards, burning his throat. He eyed the percentage on the bottle. 10.5%. He could handle that surely. He poured himself a full glass.
He leaned back and let his eyes drift around the unfamiliar room as he sipped it slowly.
Norman’s bedroom was much larger than his, and probably the fanciest in the house. It had an antique-looking four-poster bed, bookcases, and a desk. An archway led to a leather couch, a mini fridge, and a widescreen TV that was hanging from the wall. And the bathroom… the bathroom was stunning. The gothic decoration that encompassed the rest of the house had been carved out and instead refurbished with Greek patterned tile walls and floors and a Jacuzzi bath.
It felt more like being in a five-star suite than someone’s personal bedroom.
As Peter lay there he swore he could feel his body heating up. His usual clammy hands were warm. The alcohol was doing its job and he felt good and surprisingly less anxious. It seemed that Wade really knew his stuff. Had he had to help someone like this before?
Peter caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror opposite and gave himself a reassuring smile. He could do this. He would do this.
He just had to wait for his alpha to get home from work.
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When Norman arrived home the downstairs of the house was in darkness. There were no sounds coming from the living room. His chef and cleaners had already left.
Harry must be out- or maybe he’d never even come home today.
And Peter? Was he still at work too? Norman felt irritation bubbling as he remembered telling the boy not to spend too much time at the lab. He didn’t mind him doing so during the day while he was out, but he wanted his company in the evening.
The alpha climbed the stairs, deciding to get changed into something more casual before heating up whatever main course Adrian had left him by the stove. He squinted down the dark hallway at the dim light glowing through the cracks of his bedroom door.
Someone was in there.
He considered grabbing an ornament to strike the trespasser as he made his way toward it. If thieves had broken in, then they’d ransack his room first- probably looking for expensive possessions and bank details.
But there had been no evidence of a forced entry. His security hadn’t contacted him either.
Norman’s hand grasped the door handle and eased it open.
His eyes fell to his bed- and the boy who was lazily sprawled on it. The alpha swore his heart flipped in excitement. It was a strange kind of giddiness that he hadn’t felt in years.
Peter was wearing the same red robes he’d worn at the auction- and not a lot else. His eyes flicked down to his underwear, a loose pair of boxers that were tented at the front.
He looked so unkempt with his tousled hair and casual dress that it was sexy.
Finding him here in such a state wasn’t a coincidence. This was planned. It was a seduction.
He was giving himself to him.
“Well… this is a surprise. Don’t you just look beautiful tonight?” Norman flirted as he quickly shut the door behind himself.
He noticed the half-drunken bottle of wine on the bedside table and moved over to pour himself a glass. He swilled it quickly before swallowing it in four large gulps. “And you picked out such a wonderful drink, darling.”
Peter wanted to do this but he was clearly very nervous. That was the only explanation for the alcohol.
Norman knew he had to make this as natural as possible.
He sat on the edge of the bed and placed his hand on the younger’s leg. He held his gaze as he massaged his flesh with his thumb. “Are you sure about this?”
Peter hummed and nodded. He put his empty glass down, realizing that he’d been squeezing it tightly since hearing his alpha’s footsteps. Despite his Dutch courage, his heart was still jumping in his chest. Norman’s soft voice and little touches were reassuring and he reached out to take the man’s aging hand.
“I want to.”
And that wasn’t a complete lie anymore.
He didn’t love Norman, but the more he’d drank, and the more he’d stared at himself in the mirror, the more the sexual thoughts had flooded in. Maybe he was cute. And maybe from an alpha’s perspective, he was hot too. For once in his life feeling wanted was making him burn with desire. He’d gotten hard. He’d palmed himself through his boxers. He’d decided that he was going to go through with this.
His thoughts were interrupted when the older man leaned in and kissed him.
It was unlike the ones they’d shared before. It was tender. Norman abandoned his glass too and brought both hands up to cup his omega’s face. His mouth moved and he was pleased when Peter started to respond to it. He tasted wine as he brushed his tongue against his. He smiled at Peter’s gasp when they broke apart.
Norman kissed lower, nipping over his jaw and throat, trying to coax a purr out of him. There wasn’t a single rumble- but that was okay. Omegas couldn’t exactly do it on demand.
“You’re so perfect.” He praised and placed his hands on his waist. “Lay back for me, baby.” He coaxed, pushing him back against the plush cushions.
Baby.
Peter felt his cheeks heat up and his cock twitched and a new wetness pooled between his legs, ruining his underwear. This was new.
Norman was being so gentle with him. He’d expected this to go so differently somehow… not be coddled and sweet-talked.
He lifted his hips, suddenly wanting his boxers off and was glad when his alpha helped tug them down. He kicked them off to the side.
Norman grabbed his leg before he could put it back down and playfully leaned in to kiss his calf. He felt like he could kiss Peter everywhere if he was given the chance. He wanted to worship his boy.
He wanted to make him blush and squirm and beg.
His lips traveled higher and he patted the bed gently as he nipped at his thigh.
“Leg up for me, darling.” Norman eased Peter’s right leg a little higher so his foot was flat against the mattress. He could see wetness pooling between his legs. He stood erect.
Norman wasn’t a cock guy. He stood by the belief that an omega didn’t need one when they had all the functional parts inside. But how could he deny Peter attention there on his first time? His hand gripped the length as he gave a few teasing strokes.
“I’m going to make you come here… and then I’m going to make you come there…” His fingers trailed down between his legs, coating his fingertips. “Okay?”
Two orgasms. Okay. That was possible- although Peter had never had an internal orgasm before. He nodded and let out a shaky breath as the alpha began to pump him with his own slick. He involuntary ground his hips downwards, his body begging for something to fill him. This felt like a slow form of torture.
Hot arousal flooded through his core and more wetness dripped from his entrance and he whined.
“Look at what a mess you’re making.” Norman teased gently. His bedsheets had been ruined and he could already tell that his omega was going to have one hell of a sex drive once he got into the swing of things.
He massaged his entrance with his other hand and loved how welcoming the hole seemed to be.
Peter bucked down again and Norman resisted calling him a slut.
The dirty talk could come later… if he was into that.
His first finger slipped inside easily, as did the second. A third would bring too much resistance, so Norman decided against it.
“Norman, I need…I feel like I’m…”
Peter grasped the bedsheets as he bucked upwards into the other man’s hands. He wanted to come. The tightness of his balls were demanding it, yet there was a heat boiling in his core too and Norman’s fingers just weren’t enough to topple him over the edge there.
“Then come,” his alpha instructed and began to pump him faster, already knowing what he needed. He tightened his grip around his cock and Peter threw his head back and moaned as he erupted all over his hand. The mess splattered his stomach and his limbs relaxed, feeling the jolt of tension suddenly fading. His mind swam in a murky fog and a content motoring sound began to rumble from his throat.
Norman stood and shrugged off his jacket. Then he reached up to undo his tie. His business attire suddenly felt like it had far too many unnecessary layers to it. As he unbuttoned his shirt with his sticky hands he watched Peter’s chest rise and fall and smiled at how his purr filled the room.
His omega’s eyes were heavy-lidded, but they were far from done.
The alpha pulled his pants and underwear down in one swift motion and then he was moving to crawl on top of the other. He drank in his sweet scent, adoring how welcoming it was.
“You need to relax for this part… okay?”
Peter stared up at him with a glassy look and nodded.
“Okay, Pete?” Norman tried again. There was no way he was being sent down for lack of consent because his boy had suddenly decided to become nonverbal. He leaned in and pecked his lips, trying to coax the words out. “I need a yes, baby.”
“I- okay…” Peter broke away from his trance. “Yes…”
“Good boy. Wrap your arms around me.”
As Norman entered him, Peter leaned his head forward, burying his face into the crook of his alpha’s neck. It hurt. It burned- but that’s exactly what he’d expected it to do. Wade had warned him about the pain, and he’d done his research online but so far Norman had been a very tender lover.
He had no reason to distrust him.
“Go slow.” He whined as he felt the other burying himself to the hilt. He was stretching to accommodate him and that was a good sign. “Push your scent out more… I want to…”
He wanted to get drunk on it. He wanted to be that stupid needy omega that society made him out to be. He wanted to lose himself. His legs shot up and he wrapped them around Norman’s waist, pulling him in deeper. He hissed through gritted teeth but relaxed when the familiar musky aroma hit his nose.
“You like this, baby?” Norman asked, knowing damn well he wasn’t going to get a coherent answer. He began to rock, picking up a steady pace. “Being all full up? Being taken care of like you should be?”
Peter’s arms tightened around him and Norman could feel him trembling slightly, despite the slick easing their movements. “Don’t worry… the pain will fade. This is what you were made for.”
And for once Peter believed it.
He nodded against Norman’s shoulder.
“You’re doing so well.” The praise was back and it made him warm inside. Despite the sharp stinging, the spot that his alpha was knocking against was sending jolts of pleasure through him.
“Look at me… Let me see your pretty face.”
The alpha gripped Peter’s hair and eased his head back. His cheeks were flushed and his bottom lip was puffy from how much he’d been biting at it. There was something incredibly hot knowing that he’d had such an effect on Peter. His doe eyes were weary and he knew he’d fall asleep quickly after this.
Peter gasped for air and gave a few sharp moans as he felt heat building inside of him once more- but his time it had nothing to do with his cock. He felt like he was going to combust. With each snap of Norman’s hips he felt his vision changing. He squeezed his eyes shut and saw white.
It was like the floodgates had opened. He felt his insides contracting in on themselves as they squeezed through another orgasm.
“Oh god… oh god, Norman…”
The older man threw his head back and moaned. Peter was clenching around him and it was enough to topple him over the edge too. He buried himself inside of him and came hard. His large hands pinned his hips to the bed, determined to ride through their bliss as one.
He leaned down to claim Peter’s lips and reminded himself that no matter how wonderful this felt, it was just sex.
All omegas were good. Peter was just extra tight- and he was about to knot him.
“Good boy.” Norman whispered.
He frowned when his lover made a move to untangle their limbs and he kept the pressure on his body, forcing him to stay beneath him.
Peter’s eyes widened as realization hit him. “What are you…? Norman I can’t on my first time... it’ll- you need to pull out…”
He could feel Norman beginning to expand inside, stretching him and he grit his teeth. Tears pricked at his eyes and then he was breaking. He clawed and pushed against the alpha’s shoulders. He tried to tear himself away- but it was too late. He was locked in. He was trapped.
Norman moaned in pleasure as his knot drew another round, his seed painting Peter’s insides.
“Shhh… Shhh… you’re okay… you’re okay… it’s just bad the first time, I promise.” He’d get used to his knot the more they fucked. Norman planned to mold him to it.
He could see the bulge in Peter’s abdomen. His hand drifted down to stroke over it. It was always such a good feeling to have dominated an omega’s body.
His scent was going to cling to him for days.
Norman’s eyes drifted to his bare neck. He’d never mark Peter- but god could he fantasize about claiming him. He was so pretty, so clever, so utterly perfect. He craved that bond, but instead of biting down, he placed a gentle kiss there.
“You’re taking me so well, Pete. You’ll be begging for it in a few weeks… it’ll be all you live for soon…”
Peter’s chest heaved. Sweat coated his brow and tears stained his cheeks. He felt overstimulated and full and drunk on a feeling he didn’t even understand. As Norman moaned and shot a third time, he found himself moaning with him.
He was floating. Dark patches circled around the edge of his vision.
And then he was gone.