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He couldn’t help it, it just felt so good. He really shouldn’t… Yet, here he was.
Sliding his zipper down, Mike felt a deep, internal shame as he exposed his hard cock to the cool air. The Society meeting would go exceptionally well when he showed up, but he was still a young man of an Alpha and he had needs to care for now. The meeting was prepared for, he just needed this hour of alone time to take care of some things.
Slipping a hand under the mattress, he pulled out a plain bottle with clear, viscous liquid… The light of his life these days. He’d already pulled his play pillow into position, putting a couple others beneath it to help prop the soft cotton casing of fluff up at the hips. Taking a quick glance in the mirror, he was ready.
Dick glistening with pre and lube, tongue poking out past sharpened fangs while he panted, and a button-up shirt was the only thing to wear for times like this. Made him feel like a Victorian vampire sneaking into his lover’s bed.
Gently prodding his wrists between his teeth, only leaving a soft indent, was a way to calm down in desperate measures. It gave him enough mind’s sense to be able to climb atop the bed and position properly rather than losing his mind and going to town. Pulling his wrist away, he carefully eased his bare knees to the soft sheets before straddling the body-pillow and lowering into position.
A couple slow, secure and calculated thrusts, had him figuring out just how he’d be moving this time… He had to figure out which way would get the fabric to rub just right, and how to get the least risk of losing his place and having to struggle for that good feeling.
And there it was.
The perfect angle, getting that dampened, soft, slightly textured pillow case rubbing over the head of his cock. Caressing his skin while he rolled his hips and exhaled shakily. It felt so good on his aching, hot rod… Lapping at the air a little in excitement, he bunched some pillow up and bit down, holding his toy ‘mate’ into place.
Then his hands moved downwards, under the pillows, propping them up more and trying to use his palms as some sort of stability to give that softness just a little bit of firm resistance. It felt so much better that way… As if he had a real-live mate, now. Or at least, what he imagined one to feel like.
Teeth feeling fibers between them when he ground, he tried so hard not to chuff at this beautiful feeling. Instead, a low growl while he began to thrust and dampen the pillow more. Harsh breathing, eyelids fluttering, hips pistoning back and forth while he built up a rhythm and rumbled, deep in his throat.
Fucking harder, faster, he didn’t even realize he’d left the door unlocked and now had a voyeur, peering through the crack and soaking their Omega jeans. But he could smell it, soon enough. Chalking it up to his fantasy, his hips fucked into the pillows, rubbing his pre into every crevice and fold. His scent would be locked in this room for weeks if he wasn’t careful… Stomach tightening, he could feel his cock hard and drooling, wiping the dribbles over the fabric. He couldn’t get enough, he was so close…
Digging his toes into the bed, he lifted his midsection into the air a bit, holding, grasping at the pillow while he desperately fought for release. Just rub a little more, thrust a little more, just a little more friction. Body finally going rigid as his hips spasmed, he choked down his moans, toes curling, while white painted and dripped.
The thorough mess of his groin, the quick breathing, seemed to have gotten his visitor off the edge before steps quickly retreated, leaving the Alpha alone and with mixed scents. His high didn’t quite seem to wear off, though, lost in the fog of release while he purred and wondered vaguely…
Had they at least enjoyed the show?