Mate

CH 2

Type was the first one to wake up after napping for over two hours and found himself in an unexpected situation. The second the omega had opened his eyes, he felt something hard under his cheek. He lifted his head a little and found himself cuddling into what he knew the underwear in his grasp was used to cover. And here in my dream, this was a stuffed penguin, Type sighed to himself while looking hesitantly at the general saluting at him from under those black trousers. D- Did I get him this hard? Oh gosh... That's- That's not possible... Right? he gasped. What was in front of his eyes was a clothed erection. One that was not his own. He had seen Gulf hard before today as well. But from this close? Never. Right now, looking at it from so close, he could estimate its size. He must be so huge. His erection is like a mountain, Type looked at it in awe. He then looked up to see Gulf still sleeping. The alpha's eyes were closed in so much peace. These were the times when Type loved gazing at his mate's appearance. The light-toned skin. The large lashes. The sturdy built. And if Gulf was sleeping shirtless, his perfectly sculpted abs. I want to touch him so bad! Type bit his lips in hesitation. He proceeded his hand towards the sleeping figure and froze, He never touched me against my will. I- I should wait till he wakes and ask his permission.

So, he restraint himself from moving. It was fine at first but not in a while when his body started to heat up. In not more than a minute, Type was flushed red. His body was burning. Something behind him felt weird. His hole. He reached his hand down their to check and, Slick; I'm wet... The medication's effect is dead. Gulf needs to go... I need my pills. His breath was hysteric. "Uhmm..." Gulf groaned in sleep, inhaling those sweet, seductive pheromones that were spreading in the air, stronger than ever. He could now feel his hardness and his eyes shot open when he felt something wiggling on his thighs. Type.

The omega was still contemplating on what to do. And all that was on his mind was his mate and need to satisfy his lust for his mate. Type was only looking at Gulf's hardness. That was the only thing he could focus on. "Type..." Gulf called hoarsely, looking down at the struggling Type. Okay, that's it! I need him in me today! Type decided mentally, too hungry for the snack in front of him. "Alpha, c- can I touch yo- your..." he was so embarrassed on how to even describe it. Gulf held his cheeks gently and made him look up from his erection, "You're free to touch me however you want, I don't mind. Just please, don't regret anything later. I won't be able to live with that guilt." Type nodded and hugged his waist, building some more courage. And when he was done collecting it, he pulled back and unbuckled the belt and then undid the zipper of the trouser. The next second, Gulf's hardness saluted against Type's cheek, making the latter shudder. Type got on his knees and held the hardness in both his tiny hands. Gulf did not know what to do so he simply sat there with his legs spread wide and his omega holding his erection in between so intently.

"You want to do something with it or just stare?" Gulf asked with his penis starting to ooze with precum. Type looked into his eyes in surprise. He knew nothing to do but there was so much he wanted to do. And this was making him so nervous. Gulf sensed it and stroked his hair softly, "If you really wanna do something, let your instincts guide you. Don't be ashamed, it's just me." Gulf's eyes were hooded. He was under his omega's spell now. He ran a thumb over his mate's juicy, red lips, indicating something he would appreciate. And understanding the hint, the omega gave a short nod before stretching his lips to loop around the width. He took as much as he could into his mouth and yet there was so much left. Not minding it, Type tried to suck on it. He bobbed his head up and down as the shaft entered and exited his mouth every few seconds. His mind was a mess. He no more knew what he was doing. All that mattered to him now was that it was his mate he was with. His mate. His Gulf. His alpha, who would never hurt him. His alpha, who spoils him all the time and takes care of him like nobody ever has and nobody ever will. All that mattered to him was Gulf.