Bonding and Bite Marks

Apples and Cinnamon

Takigawa shrugged out of his tight, sticky, long-sleeved top and ran a hand through his tangled locks before flopping down on the bed. He rolled onto his back with a frustrated sigh. Heat ravished his body. It sparked across his skin, making the barest touch of material itchy and unpleasant. He kicked his rough jeans and damp boxers off, already feeling the slick seeping out. He took a deep breath as he writhed on the sheets, breathing in the fresh cotton scent of his bedding. Unlike the majority of omegas he knew, he'd never been one for nesting. He didn't like a lot of clutter hanging around. Perhaps he was a little claustrophobic, but being tangled in a pile of clothes and blankets just didn't make him feel relaxed. He eyed the clock on the wall. It was almost four thirty. Ayako wouldn't get off work until six, at least. He'd already messaged to let her know his heat had started, and she'd agreed to come as soon as she got off work. As a doctor, that didn't mean much though. If something happened, she'd have to stay later.

He was used to taking care of himself, though he hadn't had to for a while. For the past few months, he'd had an agreement with Ayako. Before that, he'd been signed up to an alpha service. They'd been quite reliable. Unfortunately, most of their alphas were male, but Takigawa wasn't too picky during his heats. His omega wanted to be filled. It didn't matter by who, or what. They'd all been perfectly fine men, but he liked to change things up. Another rarity. He was told their normal clients requested the same alpha for as long as possible. I guess I've never been a conventional omega...

Takigawa let out a small groan as a wave of heat crashed over him, sending a dull throb through his solid shaft and settling an ache in his leaking passage. Luckily, he'd learned a long time ago that it didn't hurt to be prepared. He had a large assortment of heat relief available, stowed in an easily accessible case beneath the bed. He tugged the hard case out and popped the lid. It was almost like a large toolbox. I guess it is a type of large tool box...He huffed softly and leaned a little lower. His eyes roved over the numerous plugs and dildos. Some electrical and some not. Some with suction cups and some handheld. He'd only just started, so to ease himself in, he pulled out one of the thick plugs. Laying on his stomach, he didn't hesitate to reach behind and tease the silicone into his dripping entrance, stemming the flow of slick for the moment. He let out a small hum. It felt good having something inside. Rolling onto his back, he touched himself, letting his mind travel to his redheaded fox. My alpha.

"Aya..." He teased one of his nipples and gripped his dripping shaft as he whined for her. He hummed and gasped as he thought of her deep hazel eyes as she watched him unravel. Sometimes she liked to watch. She'd arrive quietly, after his heat started, and watch from the doorway as he stroked himself. Sometimes she'd even watch him working a vibrator in his passage, only stopping him when he gave her a pleading cry or when he was about to come. He moaned again just thinking about it. He leaned his head back, bending his knees and opening his thighs a little wider. He worked his hand up and down slowly, using his thumb to smear the weeping pearls around his tip. Ayako's hands would be rough, tearing his cock free. She'd hold him down, watching him squirm miserably until he begged. Depending on her mood, she could go either way. Sometimes she was rough and merciless, but sometimes she was slow and teasing.

He loved the way trailed one clawed hand down his glistening chest, dragging her red nails over his nipples and abs. He wanted it so badly. He bit his lip, slowly teasing his cock as he raked his nails down his stomach. His hips were moving lazily, circling slowly to nudge the plug in his passage and thrust his shaft through his tight grip. A moan broke free as the plug rubbed his prostate, but it didn't last. He was frustrated as he pumped a little harder. The plug wasn't enough. Nowhere near enough. He wasn't going to give in just yet. He gripped his cock harder. The sheets were getting a little itchy on his damp skin. His long locks were getting a little frustrating, odd strands tickling his shoulders and biceps. His hand trembled a little as he gripped his shaft. He let out a frustrated moan. The build-up was painfully slow. More...More! He came with a strained gasp. He didn't even think twice about licking the semen from his fingers.