Another Chance |Ao'nung x Neteyam|

Chapter 5: Own or Be Owned

Neteyam cannot explain what drives him to act as he does. Perhaps it's the lingering smell of his alpha — maybe it's just his hormones, but Neteyam stands slowly, letting the blanket slip from his shoulders and pool around his feet.

Ao'nung watches him, throat bobbing with a harsh swallow.

His hand rests on his lower stomach, tracing the patterns of his own skin with his thumb. Neteyam knows how to do this; he sways his hips gently as he walks to Ao'nung, biting his lower lip, eyes wide and innocent.

Despite the pregnancy, he feels wet. It's obvious that Ao'nung can feel the tension in the air, and from the way he's breathing heavily, Neteyam can tell the alpha smells the arousal wrecking his body.

Neteyam steps up to him, letting his bump press against Ao'nung's stomach. He inhales deeply and whimpers.

"Can I have you?" Neteyam breathes out as Ao'nung's hand rests on his waist. "Please, Ao'nung, I really want you."

Ao'nung watches Neteyam's face, curiosity shining in his half-lidded eyes. "I don't want you to regret this."

Neteyam moans softly as Ao'nung grabs his hips, dragging him closer until they are presses flush against one another. "I won't. I—" want to forget how it felt the first time.

"Neteyam," Ao'nung whispers, slowly walking him backwards to his blankets.

Neteyam places a hand to his chest, stopping him from lying him down. Ao'nung stares at him in confusion before cursing under his breath.

Neteyam slides down to his knees in front of him, holding on to the Metcayina's thighs for balance. Ao'nung rests a hand on top of his head, fingers brushing across the small white shells braided into it.

Slowly, Neteyam pulls Ao'nung's loincloth strings loose, letting the fabric fall down to the floor. He pushes it to the side without looking, face to face with Ao'nung's hard member. He licks his lips and wraps a hand around the base, right over the spot his knot would swell.

Neteyam kisses his tip, slowly moving his hand up and down Ao'nung's shaft. The Metcayina's thighs tense for a moment before relaxing.

Ao'nung inhales sharply as Neteyam parts his lips, taking his tip into his mouth, tongue running over it in a languid circle.

Ao'nung is salty, and it reminds Neteyam of the ocean water that he accidentally inhaled a mouthful of falling off his ilu.

Ao'nung groans, throwing his head back as Neteyam slowly sinks down until his member is half-way down his throat. Neteyam pulls back, tongue flat against the bottom. He keeps Ao'nung's tip in his mouth, mindful of his teeth, though he never quite grew fangs. He sucks gently, feeling proud when Ao'nung whimpers above him, hips stuttering.

Neteyam holds him still, surprising Ao'nung with the sheer strength behind his grip on the Metcayina's thighs. It reminds him that Neteyam was a warrior before he was married off.

Slowly, the omega relaxes his throat, slipping Ao'nung's length into his mouth until his nose touches the alpha's skin just under his belly button. Air comes to Neteyam harder this way, but the lack of oxygen makes him dizzier with lust than he's ever felt before.

Lust – it is only desire that makes him act this way. He doesn't love Ao'nung; Neteyam likes spending time with the alpha but not to the point that he'd kiss him beyond putting on a show for the elders.

Neteyam bobs his head slowly, making sure Ao'nung is messy with his spit. Some of it slips down his chin. He wipes it away with the back of his hand and moans around Ao'nung's thick length as the alpha rakes his nails down the back of Neteyam's throat, right underneath his kuru.