King Eaton grinned at his husband, his partner for life as he wished him a Merry Christmas. He didn't know how he had been so blind. Tuck was... a masterpiece, a fine alpha, and a good man. His hair was dark and his eyes were a deep red, features tan and strong but still gentle enough to hold a baby sparrow without hurting the little thing.

Tuck was thinking that Eaton was a beautiful creature, his silver hair a great contrast to his golden eyes as they sparkled at Tuck. He was slender but built with lithe muscles, a testament to his hard work and dedication to his body. He had to be strong to be king. And he was, physically, mentally, and emotionally.

Tuck's love went deeper than attraction, it surpassed admiration and dedication, past infatuation and devotion. Eaton was at the top of his word, and Tuck's heart beat quick at the thought that he was granted the greatest gift of living his life with Eaton's friendship and love.

He was overcome by the thought, the soft tendrils of fondness seeping from his skin and enveloping Eaton in the soft but heady scent. He shuddered out a breath, feeling Tuck's emotions carry him away on a wave of warmth. His body reacted in kind, a shaper scent of love, passion, awe and thankfulness meeting Tuck's scent and mingling together in the air around them.

They met and embraced, lips meeting and tongues sliding against each other as their duel passion grew. Tuck's fingers reach reached for the gold buttons on Eaton's shirt, red eyes meeting gold as he asked for permission. It was given, the silk of Eaton's shirt sliding against his skin like melted chocolate and pooling on the floor. Eaton closed his eyes and focused, both of them landing on his bed gently not a moment later as his fingers went to the brass buttons on Tuck's knee-length marital robes. There were perks to being a royal, a small taste of magic being one of them.

They were skin to skin moments later, both raking their gaze up and down the other's figures as they took in the expanse of skin on display for them. Eaton's smooth skin was flawless, without blemish or mark and slightly tinged pink from his embarrassment. Tuck's darker skin looked beautiful against his, his hand trailing down Eaton's chest and sending shivers through his body. His nipples hardened with the contact, and Eaton whimpered at the sensation.

He was pure, just as he was required to be like any other omega waiting for an alpha to claim them. He was a king now, but inside he was still just a young prince, only today reaching adulthood. Tuck tried to ignore the more animalistic side of himself, the one that relished the fact that he had Eaton's body to himself. Untouched by any other man or woman and markless neck his to claim. His arousal flared, causing his aura to seep out a little and caress Eaton with Tuck's scent.

A moan left Eaton's lips without his consent, Tuck's smell causing his body to react in the most primeval way, his shaft filling out and raising so it lay on his stomach while he threw his head back and bared his neck for his alpha. He wanted his mark. Not only his body wanted it, but Eaton wanted it. He wanted Tuck as his, and he wanted to be consumed by Tuck. Completely -and consensually- owned.

"Make me yours," he gasped out, Tuck's hands still just skimming his skin leisurely as if he had all the time in the world. He laid Eaton down, his back arching when he met the cool Egyptian cotton sheets but settling again when Tuck spread his legs. He was bare in front of him, heat rising to Eaton's cheeks as he placed the back of his hand to his mouth to silence any noises and turned his head away, stomach warming to dangerous levels as he began to go into his heat. His body began to produce lubricant, his hole, although never used, starting to drip liquid down his thighs as his arousal spiked.

Tuck moaned, the smell of Eaton's slick a heady concoction of... perfectness that Tuck had to open his mouth so he could breathe. It was a bad idea because Tuck could almost taste the delicious smell on his tongue, and he couldn't resist the urge to lean down and lave at Eaton's hole, licking up as much of that perfect scent as he could. It was Eaton on concentrate, and he was in heaven as he licked and bit at that tight little hole.

Eaton was speechless underneath him, his back arching off the bed and head being thrown back and forth in pleasure as he experienced so many things for the first time. His words were a mixture of high pitched keen and mewls of Tuck's name, legs wrapping lightly around Tuck's head as he silently begged him to go deeper. Tuck obliged, plunging his tongue further into Eaton's tight heat and groaning as he was supplied more of what he desired. He pulled away before he could release into his pants, licking his lips so he could catch every drop of Eaton's slick from around his mouth.

Eaton blushed again, seeing his own slick shine slightly from around Tuck's mouth as he licked his lips and his sharp canines gleamed from the torchlight slightly illuminating Tuck's face. Heat flared up his spine from the sight, a long moan slipping from his lips as he reached for Tuck and pulled him closer. His hole gushed out more slick and he whined for him to take him. He wanted it so bad. If only Tuck would get give it to him.

"N-Need you." He declared, reaching boldly for Tuck's arousal and pushing it against his slick hole, mewling again when the thick tip made contact with his entrance.

Tuck gulped. He had never seen Eaton like this, skin flushed and lips parted as he begged for him. It was beautifully seductive, and Tuck couldn't even think of someone else seeing Eaton like this. His canines lengthened at the thought, aching to sink into Eaton's smooth neck and claim him as his.

He rubbed his length against Eaton's hole, earning another whine from the writing man beneath him as he wet his shaft in Eaton's fluids. He didn't need prep, his body was built to take him and Tuck was sure that Eaton would do so beautifully.

He sank the tip in, Eaton's nails sinking into his shoulder as he keened in pleasure. Eaton had hit his heat, he could tell because his eyes were glazed over and his words became incoherent. This was the first heat that Tuck had spent with an omega, and his breath was nearly knocked out of him when he felt the need rolling off Eaton in a tsunami of scents. Tuck's breathing was ragged, breathing in the intoxicating smell as he pushed deeper and deeper into Eaton's quivering hole.

He stretched around him, Eaton crying out from the sensation of being filled and even when he thought Tuck couldn't go any deeper his length slid in further still. As an alpha, Tuck was well endowed but still, as his shaft slid balls deep into Eaton the smaller man felt it hard to breathe. It all felt too good, the pleasure making his mind hazy as he ground back against Tuck's hips.

"Give it to me." Despite his heat his voice was clear, gold eyes flashing as he commanded Tuck. Tuck obeyed, pulling out slowly before he thrust back in again, earning a yell of pure pleasure from Eaton as another wave of slick gushed from his hole and coated Tuck's shaft.

He moaned and cried out needily, the feeling of Tuck's massive rod penetrating him again and again, making words impossible. He threw back his head, hoping that Tuck would understand what he meant and almost sobbed in relief when he felt Tuck's nose running up from the base of his throat.

Tuck licked the area, thrusting faster as he neared his release, feeling Eaton clench and flutter around him as neared his finish. Tuck picked his spot, a little to the side and right above the place where Eaton's neck started; that's where his mark would go.

Tuck's teeth sank into Eaton's neck just as he released his seed into his hole, a scream leaving Eaton's lips as his own shaft twitched and shot line after line of come onto his and Tuck's stomachs. He couldn't stop coming, pain and pleasure becoming one as he felt truly connected to Tuck in every way.

I love you.

Was whispered into his mind, and he managed a tired smile as Tuck withdrew his teeth and licked tenderly at the bite mark now adorning Eaton's neck.

As Tuck pulled away from Eaton's neck his hips shifted a little, pressing himself right up against Eaton's prostate and making him cry out before he was cumming again, a dribble of come dripping from his still soft shaft. And just like that, Tuck was thrown over the edge as well as Eaton clenched around him and he filled his hole with another load of seed.

They both panted after, Eaton whimpering occasionally from the over-sensitivity before a naughty smile made its way onto Tuck's lips. Eaton's eyes widened in horror, his head shaking slightly when he caught on to what Tuck wanted to do before Tuck's hips shifted hard against his rear, shaft thrusting into him again and Eaton came, mewling out in pleasure as Tuck continued his thrust, pulling Eaton up so that he straddled his thick thighs and sunk even farther down onto his length.

Eaton was drowning in pleasure, his fingers clenching and unclenching as he searched for something to ground himself with until his hand found purchase in Tuck's hair. Their tongues mingled and twisted with each other as Tuck continued thrusting deeply into him, Eaton releasing countless times before he begged Tuck for no more.

Tuck stopped his abuse, smirking smugly at Eaton's wrecked form before he wiped off his stomach with a handkerchief folded on Eaton's nightstand table and laid them both carefully down on the bed, pulling the sheet over them and snuggling against Eaton's back.

They were still connected, and they would stay like this for at least another hour. Eaton whined in pleasure when Tuck shifted so he could be more comfortable, a tired hand coming up to smack at his arm for moving before his fingers entwined with his and his breaths quickly evened out.

My poor love is so tired.

Tuck thought fondly, placing a kiss on the mark he had given him before he too fell into sleeps comforting arms, holding Eaton close to him as they started the first of many happy nights spent together wrapped in each other's arms.