For The Beta I Fell For (bl)

Lust

AN/Buckle up, champs. This is it!
We have a long ride to go with words.

The feeling of needle piercing Layle's skin, was bothering, but it was necessary to take his evening shot, he needed to limit his urge by half or even more, cause a beta will not stand, against his full rut.

It left a red dot on his belly, where he injected.

Keith watched, as the alpha threw the syringe in the bin, and went to sit on the bed, his head turned to the beta, who stood by the door.

"What?" He asked, still not certain about Keith, still not certain about what he meant.

But Keith proved him wrong, he went to Layle, standing between his thighs, helping him take off his shirt, without words exchanged, they knew what to do.

What they were doing was not right, both of them knew deep down, it was a very bad decision, but they were both high on lust.

An alpha on his rut, is an alpha who can't think, and so is a beta, who was part drunk, part high, and part horny by a love potion.

They were going to regret what they were going to do, once they become sober, but now it's a different story, now they wanted each other, they wanted the warmth's of each other's bodies, they longed for the touch of each other.

Layle pulled Keith into his lap, taking his sweater off, his cold fingers, moved on the beta's waist, tickling, making him sway from side to side by the touch, it was an uncomfortable position, and soon Layle flipped him over.

Taking Keith's pants off, with motion that became more harsh, his instincts kicked in, not effected by the liquid medication he injected.

They have taken each other's clothes off in the past many times, it wasn't the thrilling part, but once the alpha's hungry eyes moved across the almost naked body of his now bed partner, a flame burst in his heart, heating his cold body.

He couldn't wait longer, he jumped on him, making Keith gasp in surprise at the sudden speed of Layle's wanting.

Keith's member was growing inside his boxer, and once Layle slid the boxer off, it stood. A finger suddenly pierced through his hole, and Keith yelped, it wasn't painful, but weird, and uncomfortable. His hands clutched onto the mattress, as another finger slid inside.

This time it became more uncomfortable and slightly hurtful, then the third one made him scream and push Layle off.

Layle got up panting, his urges couldn't wait longer, he wanted to loosen Keith up fast, before he loses control and take him without preparation.

Betas are not like omegas, he knew that, they don't self lubricate, their holes don't loose freely welcoming a giant guest. He did his study about that part, when they were together, and now he have the chance to apply, what he once learned.

He pulled a lubricant from a drawer, his hands shaky as he poured it on his palm, he was impatient and losing control.

"Fuck." Slipped out of his mouth, Keith sat up watching, anxious, he became scared from the pain he just experienced.

Then Layle got on bed again, pushing Keith to fall flat on the bed, separating his thighs.

Not embarrassment, but shame, is what Keith felt, he hid his face with his hands, as Layle's fingers found their way again inside of him, this time coated with cold lubricant, that made him shiver.

But it wasn't enough, Layle estimated, it's not loosened enough, it needed more time, as his fingers moved inside, tickling Keith from one side, hurting him from the other.