The Lips Of The Little Omega

*Passion*

He pressed his lips against the alpha's but the other didn't respond.
Gun complained.
- What are you doing?

Taking his face, he said:
-You are hurt, dirty and you went through a traumatic situation.  I don't think this is the time for this.
The omega laughed
-When it is going to be?  We have long waited for zeal, and it is now. The wounds?  We will deal with them later.  What did I go through?  Later, I go crazy.
I'm dirty?  I can fix that now.

In slow motion, he pulled off his clothes, showing him how much he wanted him.  The sweet scent of the little boy touched the tip of his nose and he walked away with his owner, who was approaching the bathroom on tiptoe.
-Can you come with me?

The tall man could very little doubt.  In a dark corner of his mind he hid his rationality and gave way to instincts.  He craved it madly.  He ripped apart his clothing, which was skimming his ankles, as he strode into the shower to join his omega.

The cold drops of water hit his hot bodies without causing a reflection.

The older one caressed the face of his love, gently, trying to erase the traces of dirt, blood and dry tears;  to restore some of the original whiteness to his complexion.

He rubbed the soap over his face, neck, chest, stomach, back, thighs;  purposely avoiding the parts that needed it most.

Gun was squirming.  Tickles appeared over the places where the rough buds brushed against him.
He clung to the alpha's chest, kissing and nibbling on it.  He rocked his pelvis, causing their juniors to grow even more, to torture.

He began to moan into his chest.  The giant held him against himself, allowing him to lose himself in his own pleasure and reach the initial orgasm, all by himself.

Undone in his arms, he finished washing it.
He turned off the water, drying their bodies high above.

He lifted him by the hips.  He tangled his legs around his torso, and his arms around his neck.
Off claimed his lips fervently.  Sweet, hot, moist.  More than kissing, he bit them to make them redder and swollen than normal.

Gun responded to the kisses, as he could.  The taste of the alpha's blood and sharp teeth increased his arousal.
The tall man lay down, sitting the little boy on top of him.
- Start love.  You do it.
- No, I don't know how.
With his big hand he caressed him, stopping at his mouth.
- Listen, feel, follow your body.
The other one affirmed, starting to lick his finger.  Phalanxes and fingernails, were washed away with teeth and tongue, over and over again.  Letting go.  Gentle.  Rubbing his heat against him, and increasing theirs.

- Come on baby, do it.  I can't take it anymore -he begged, moaning his words.

The other settled down.  Little by little, he received the intruder that he had waited for so long.
He pressed a groan between his lips, and stopped himself.  Slowly he moved over him again, reacting to the first signs of pleasure that appeared.
He rested his hands on Off's stomach, rocking his hips in a rhythmic sway, discovering the new sensations that were awakening.

The alpha was enjoying under him, holding back his lust.  His hands were squeezing the sheets, to hold the body of him that seemed to want to fly away.

Gun threw his head back, accelerating his march, at which the tall man could no longer contain himself.
He sat up, hugging him.  He grabbed his hair as he licked lips, neck, chest, in a desperate attempt to devour everything, and be eaten by him.

He accompanied the movement of his lover, taking his thighs and ramming him hard.

Dense beads of sweat covered their burning bodies.
Intensifying the rhythm, they clung to each other, letting the oxygen go in gasps that gushed from deep, growing louder and faster.

Moan after moan, very quickly, they were approaching ecstasy.  Off slid his fangs over Gun's smooth skin, searching for the right place.  When he found it, he licked and immediately nailed them, causing them both to explode in a climax that tore through them, clouding what little was left of his sanity.

One above the other, heart to heart, they lowered the intensity of his breaths.  A single heartbeat was heard.  Strong.

The alpha lay back, carrying the omega who was sleeping peacefully.
Turning a little to his side, he settled him in his arms, and placed a small kiss on his battered lips, following him in his dream.

Daylight woke him up, lying on Off's chest, like a while ago, but in a completely different situation.  He smiled.

Aware that all over his body was the mark of the alpha.
Aware that something deep inside him had changed and improved.

He touched his body, where he could still feel it, reaching his neck.  He stopped.
Beneath that wound, his bond of love, of companionship, of destiny, whatever you want to say, was sealed.

-Does it hurt?- Off asked without opening his eyes.
-Eh?- He answered confused.
-  It hurt?
- No, I'm fine.
- Sleep a while longer, and then I took care of you.

A while longer, it was two hours.
He woke up when the water touched his skin.

His body in the alpha's lap.  His head resting on his chest.
He felt the giant's hands run up his arms, his back, wetting him.
He looked up from him, to see those crazy eyebrows in a comical grin.
- Did you wake up sleepy?
- Mmm ... I had already woken up before but someone sent me to sleep.
-You didn't put up much resistance- he sealed his prayer with a kiss.  - Good morning, love.
- Good morning, my giant.-  He responded, as he deepened the kiss.

A short moment, in his little paradise, they were arcing, kissing, playing, in short, showing love;  when an annoying jingle threw them out of focus.
Over and over, the infernal sound was repeated, until tired, Off had to get out from the bathtub to respond.

A little angry he replied.
- Hi. What happen?
It was Earth.
- Excuse me Off.  But it is important.  You are in danger.  Bela escaped.

The alpha's jaw dropped.  Mute.

Gun leaned out the door.
- Who is?  What does he want?
The tall man just stared at him.