(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," Harry hushes, his finger needling the skin of Louis' cheek while the alpha lays dead under the spell of slumber, his lips parted with soft releases of breath. Harry whines with desperation, his mind urging him to let the alpha rest whereas his undeniable craving for lemon cakes reasoning otherwise. "Alphaaaa," he drawls like a child, nosing his cheek and sighing in contentment when Louis' piquant scent clouds his mind. Huffing, he decides on walking out himself.
"Mphgh," Louis' arm wraps around Harry's middle when Harry attempts to finally get up, keeping him in place with his face obscured in between the valley of Louis' neck and shoulder. "Wha' d'you need, darlin'?" His voice rasps deeper than usual, almost consigning Harry to oblivion with his slick forming and scent heady because it's Louis, his irresistible alpha with his voice that feels like heaven's angels singing. "You wan' me knot?" Louis' eyes seem to be fighting consciousness as his hand slides under Harry's gown, clearly smelling Harry's arousal as thick fingers rub his slick over the definition of his bottom. Harry wants to relish the feeling of Louis, except, his stomach growls, announcing his hungered state.
"Lou," he straddles Louis, resting himself atop Louis' belly, Louis' fingers slipping out of Harry and resting over Harry's hips now. Harry growls faintly when he feels Louis attempting to wipe the slick off his fingers on Harry's gown discreetly, the alpha only sighing and kneading his bottom, overlooking Harry's irate. "'M cravin' lemon cakes." He confesses, purring when Louis caresses his belly with a smile on his sleep-veiled face.
"Darlin', the pâtissiers aren't available at this hour," Harry whines pathetically, sensing tears brimming in his eyes. Louis seems to be fighting the urge to fall back asleep, his hands caressing Harry's hips and belly. "Can't you wait until the morrow?" He says, words merged with a yawn.
"Nooo!" Harry's sobbing now, unhandsome tears falling down his cheek like a fountain as he shifts from his resting emplace, unintentionally sitting over Louis' shaft, causing the alpha to groan and hold Harry's hips with a rougher grip.
"Love, do not flounder above me," he says in a strained tone. Harry only gives into his rebellion and rocks against the increasingly hardening member. Louis looks miserable, his eyes screwed and mouth ajar, moaning a soft warning of Harry's name and attempting to hold him in place.
If he can't have lemon cakes, he shall have his alpha.
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Harry continues his movements with more resolve, his eyes shut, feeling a euphoric mist eclipse them with Louis' noises ringing around him, the alpha's scent so very strong that Harry thinks he can drown. He whimpers as Louis holds him with determination, halting his movements and placing him against the mattress. His clothes are being ripped off while Louis claims his mouth, his tongue wet and heavy as it explores Harry. Harry moans, the sound swallowed by Louis when Louis pushes two fingers inside of him, the alpha's fingers thick and warm while his slick copiously flows.
