Another Chance |Ao'nung x Neteyam|

Chapter 25: I See Seashells

Neteyam lifts his face to look at Ao'nung, cheeks flushed indigo and pupils wide.

The Metcayina gazes back at him, tracing the beads along Neteyam's braid. "You mean a lot to me."

The omega looks away, biting the inside of his cheek nervously. He knows how to mess around with Ao'nung, how to make him blush, but he's feeling so shy in that moment, he forgets all his menacing ways and becomes a blushing mess from a simple gift of strung shells.

After all Neteyam's been through, it takes a lot to scare him – but Ao'nung scares him so easily without even trying to. He seems to know just what to do for Neteyam to slowly warm up to him, even though Neteyam's been planning to hate him until the day he dies. Now that his plans are being ruined, he doesn't know what to do with himself.

So, he lets Ao'nung do things to him instead.

"Little fish," Neteyam murmurs, somewhat amused by the entire situation. He places his hands on Ao'nung's cheeks, squishing them gently until the male is forced to pucker up. Ao'nung doesn't resist, but he does blink quickly in embarrassment and lets out a soft noise of surprise. "You mean a lot to me, too."

"I do?" Ao'nung asks, voice muffled.

Neteyam sighs out and nods, letting go of the Metcayina before pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He feels oddly at peace with the world, but at the same time, he doesn't really know who he is. Sure, he's a warrior. He will always be Toruk Makto's first born son.

"You do."

Nothing is ever going to change that Neteyam is an omega, nor that he's Omaticaya. No matter how many little mixed children he brings into this world, he will never be Metcayina. He does not want to be. Neteyam will never be a Tsahik either. Not because they are usually female, but because he does not feel the call of spirituality to the extend of Tsireya or Kitsme.

There is nothing wrong with this; but in accepting Ao'nung, he must also accept that his place in the world will shift.

He may not be Olo'eyktan, not ever since he agreed to this marriage, but he will be the mate of one whenever Tonowari deems Ao'nung ready.

Ao'nung gapes at him, speechless.

Neteyam kisses him again, softer than before.

"Do you mean that?" Ao'nung whispers against his lips, eyes half-lidded.

Neteyam hums. "I do. And I want you to make love to me."

Ao'nung audibly swallows, scent spiking almost immediately. He watches as Neteyam pulls back and slowly turns around, settling on his hands and knees; he feels a spark of playfulness take over him and arches his back, letting his pheromones fly about the room in a wild waltz of scents.

Ao'nung gulps, mouth running dry. Neteyam is fully dressed, he even had his tail curled down, hiding between his legs in a false attempt at being modest and hiding himself.

Lately, his hormones have been making him crave attention.

Ao'nung kneels behind him; he nudges Neteyam's ankles apart and runs a hand up the back of his thigh, ghosting over the curve of his backside before grasping his hip in a loose grip. Gently, he tugs Neteyam's tail out of the way, making sure to caress the base.

Neteyam shudders, cheeks flushing. His tail gives a nervous jolt, soft tuff of black fur knocking into Ao'nung's nose. The alpha huffs out a laugh and scrunches his nose.

Neteyam lowers himself onto his elbows and reaches down to hold his stomach with one hand, tongue darting out to wet his drying lips.

Ao'nung tugs Neteyam's loincloth aside, massaging the flesh of his ass lightly. The omega presses back against his touches, moaning softly under his breath – barely there little sounds falling from his parted lips.