(Fictional a/b/o Elizabethan era-ish au)
Being an omega and the fifth in line for the title, the young lord of Chambriath was forced to believe that being wedded to the man of his father's choice and bearing his children was the only purpose of Har...
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Louis' heart pounds as Harry's breath kisses his own, candles burning akin to their hearts. The echo of his omega's words rang in his ears with eyes afire with desire and fondness. He kisses Harry on the cheek and then on his jaw and again and again all over his cherubic face until his flesh flushes, visible even in the dim of their chamber.
"My sweet thing," he affirms, pulling the gone boy in his arms and up their bed, rustling sheets paid no attention to as the omega rubs the softness of his cheek against the juncture of Louis' neck. Louis groans in a somewhat feral sense when the sweet scent of arousal hits him, the omega whimpering.
"Alpha," Harry cries out, clutching the thin nightshirt on Louis' body and pulling him nearer, his voice distant. "Want you." He says, whispering softly, straddling Louis' lap and seating himself on top of it with a tremble running through his entire frame. "Want your knot."
Louis' chest ripples as a growl escapes his lips, skin burning in the hue of need. His hands roam over the plainness of the omega's exposed back, soft skin warm against the tip of his fingers, a slight increase in pressure and Louis is certain the porcelain shall have lines of crimson. His breathing suffocates with the sweetness of his omega's scent, nothing but arousal radiating from the two of them.
He needs his omega, wishes to mark him as his and have him in every sense, but his desire does not cloud his reasons. "Are you certain, my love?" Louis inquires, steadying the writhing omega on top of his. The omega whines, lush lips curving into a pout and the green of his eyes vanishing in the doom of dark desires.
"Want you, Louis," Harry, although whimpers, a hint of coherency flows through his utterance. Softer hands touch Louis', Harry's eyes never leaving his as Louis' hands are placed against the remaining strings of Harry's corset. "I have never done this before," he confesses, words tenderer than a ball of cotton and almost vulnerable. "I have never been bare in front of anyone's eyes. Not even during baths. I am afraid I have no notion of what I must do, but, you have my trust, and my heart, and I want you to have all of me, my prince."
Louis brushes the luscious curls, opening the loose knot and pulling him into a kiss before he smiles at Harry, fond tingling the deepest pit of his heart. "If the knowledge that you will be the first omega I will ever be with aids to ease your mind, my love, then I must tell you so," Louis lays Harry against the comfort of their bed surface, cushions of great value a nest for his omega. The omega preens at the information, his long fingers tangling in Louis' hair and the back of his neck. Louis kisses the cherubic thing once before he begins to undress him.
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He helps the omega sit up, attentive eyes untying the half-opened corset and slipping off the gown with cautious hands, leaving Harry in his petticoat and chemise. Louis' nose brushes against Harry's neck when the omega attempts to shy away, a rough hand holding him in place as Louis' lips cannonade the porcelain skin with kisses of aegis.
