Oath of the Prince (OT8)

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

The omega squirms in more than just uncomfortableness at the intensity of the eyes placed upon him. His body is flushed a scarlet color, not too far off from the shade of the silk robes that adorn his body. The boy's arousal that's been building up for the past twenty minutes, clouds the air with the thick sweetness of jasmines.

Wooyoung clutches at the now empty tray of food upon his lap, the item being the only thing keeping his very obvious hardness hidden from view. Even though his scent told anyone within a ten mile radius that the omega is very much aroused, he still finds the fact that the appendage between his legs being this embarrassingly hard to be quite shameful.

"Come on over here now, dove," San says, the intensity in his gaze never faltering as he licks his lips sexily while he pats the empty place on his lap. "I have a promise to keep to you, don't I?"

The omega hesitates a bit as he stares down at the tray where his biggest problem is hidden, but knows that the easiest way to remedy the pain within such an area is to just give in and crawl into the alpha's lap and be the good omega that his instincts are screaming at him to be. Even if he's only known about the beauties of all things sexual and the pleasures that his own body can produce, for about a day now, he's already addicted to those feelings and sensations.

Setting the tray aside, Wooyoung quickly shuffles across the bed and onto the alpha's awaiting lap. He settles down upon the muscular thighs of the alpha, his butt placed almost perfectly on top of the other man's hard erection.

San holds back a groan at the sensation of the warm body on top of his, the soft feeling of the omega's most intimate of regions against his aching cock has it almost tingling with need. The alpha only ignores it though, reaching out to grip the boy's hips as he stills the other's incessant movements as he wiggles around trying to find a comfier position upon his lap.

The omega's own bulge rubs against the alpha's  stomach every once and a while with his movement. The sweet smell of jasmines in bloom suffocates the room with erotic pheromones that have San's inner alpha going crazy.

Wooyoung lets out a small whine as he peers up at the alpha with a pout spread across his face. "Please, make me feel good now," he says, trying to move his hips to grind against the alpha, but is unable to move with the strong hold around his waist.

San raises an eyebrow at the omega's neediness, leaning in to nuzzle at the other's neck. He allows his nose to graze the scent gland located there, the juicy floral pheromones are the most potent in that area. The omega doesn't realize it but he's releasing a scent that could have any alpha, regardless of their willpower, on their knees ready to please him in a second.

The alpha only groans at the scent, laving his tongue out to get a taste of the wonderful skin beneath his nose. Wooyoung keens at the feeling, a high pitched whine leaving his throat as he reaches out to grip at the alpha's shirt to keep his bearings. "I will make you forget your name, dove," San promises, saying the words against the skin of the boy's neck.

The omega only gasps at the words, overwhelmed with trying to figure out their meaning. A sweet scent overtakes the air and the alpha only smirks as the smell of sugary sweet, tantalizing omega slick reaches his nose.

San only trails a few light kisses and nips up to the omega's ear stopping to whisper straight into the delicate appendage. "You smell so good, I could just eat you up," he says, causing euphoric goosebumps to raise upon the omega's body.