(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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His skin wakes up to warmth, a sense of protection and most necessarily; love. Harry's day blushes into an aurora with him being pressed up against his alpha, skin against skin and the torturous sun invading their quiescence. His bones crack out of tiredness, an escape of a sigh past his aching lips and throe blooming in the region below his waist. Harry whimpers, holding onto his still-slumbering alpha, his back against the alpha's hard chest.
His scent calms him before the Prince's eyes even crack, cumbrous arm pulling Harry further into his body and the cold tip of his nose burrowing in the depths of his neck. Harry sighs, never daring to open his eyes and letting himself fall into the spell of their scents.
Sleep does not catch him though, instead, every inch of his skin reminds him of the night he had and Harry's skin burns. The slight taps of Louis' hand against Harry's swollen belly reminds him of every touch, filled with the alpha's seed and even dripping out, leading to the discomfort between his thighs. The omega lets out a whine when the rays refuse to dim out, only radiating further.
"Did you have a pleasant sleep, my love?" He hears the alpha speak against his skin, coarse lips kissing the plainness of his back and the alpha's voice carrying the traces of morning in its depth. Harry's omega kindles at its mate's consciousness, his body attempting to get closer to Louis despite their proximity. "I am afraid it is not the most advantageous thing to do, my love. I am certain you are quite sore." Louis groans lusciously, his hands gripping the flesh of Harry's hips and halting his movements.
Harry moans, the touch of Louis' rough hands almost resembling a tinge of ember, burning him in the daze of need. "Apologies," he says, swallowing the desires of his inner omega and stilling his movements while the alpha's hands roam over his bareness. His hands stop over the swell of Harry's belly yet again, a feral growl rippling through the Prince as he caresses it, his scent dominating.
"Mine," Louis growls, licking the fresh wound of their bond.
"I'm yours, and you, all mine. Forevermore." Harry utters in a delicate tone, his body turning to face his husband, gossamery fingers tracing the sculpture of the alpha's pulchritudinous face, the older of the two sighing in contentment at the touch, loose arms wrapped around Harry's waist.
"Always yours, my love. For an eternity."
Louis' hand comes up to trace the bone of Harry's jaw, tilting it as Harry feels the alpha admire the mark he gave Harry the night before, still fresh and screaming love.
"My sweet omega," his words smudge with the union of their lips, languidly tasting each other without any need. Harry's eyes shut, mind covered in a cloud of his alpha and him and their own world, taking pleasure in the feeling of rough hands caressing his bare hips and bottom, and teeth nibbling his lower lip every once in a while.
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Petals of rose fall on his face like the sweet drizzle of the first rain, his shut eyes tightening and face scrunching in pique before they open to meet the cerulean of the Prince looking down at him. His eyes crinkle akin to Louis', a hearty laugh escaping his lips as the other continues to shower him with petals.
