Mark knew that by closing the door there would be no going back. The room wasn’t small but within seconds Chris's omega pheromones had filled the place.
He felt that with each breath his sanity was fading.
And it was what he disliked.
His biggest fear was not having control of himself and ending up doing things that went against his principles. He had grown up to be the most boring dominant alpha of all time, but he was comfortable with that.
However... an omega in heat was kneeling in front of him in his room. He had already removed his belt and was unbuttoning his pants desperately. What he would do in a normal situation is push the boy away and stop things before they got far.
But he can’t.
He leaned his back against the door, watching every action the omega did. He hadn't even touched him and he was already hard. When Chris pulled down his pants and noticed the big bulge in his boxer, he smirked and rubbed his face there.
Mark groaned and grabbed Chris by the hair to make him look at him. He was semi-conscious but knew that even without pheromones, he would have fallen for him and those precious green eyes.
“So big…” Chris praised when Mark's boxers had also fallen below his knees. “I want it... inside…”
Mark groaned again. He didn't think that a few dirty words could excite him like that. He had never been interested in lewdness, but now he was yearning for more and more of Chris's eroticism.
He took Chris by the chin with one hand and with the other he held his penis, which without prior stimulation already had small drops of pre-seminal fluid on the tip. He brushed his penis on his lips and Chris opened his mouth anxiously, he seemed not to have enough with those little rubs since almost immediately he stuck out his tongue to lick that liquid that was already dripping.
“It tastes... so... good.” murmured the omega, venturing to suck further past the tip.
The wet sounds coming out of Chris's mouth were getting more lewd. Mark had discovered a new world by noticing that. At that moment he reflected on his thirty-two years of life, thinking that he had wasted all that time playing at being a different alpha. Although at the same time he was satisfied because probably no omega was going to feel as good as the boy who was devouring his penis at that moment.
He was so absorbed in how his penis went in and out of Chris's mouth, groaning and trying not to make things worse by going into rut, that he didn't notice that Chris had removed his pants and boxer shorts. In fact, his mouth was the only one paying attention to that menacing penins, since his hands were busy masturbating both his ass and his own penis.
A “pop” was heard as Chris pulled his penis out of his mouth, gasping and giving Mark a dissatisfied look. And is that his dissatisfaction wasn’t because Mark wasn’t enough, but just sucking his penis was not enough. His anus was tickling and his buttocks were soaked, even the ground was already stained with fluids coming out of Chris.
Chris staggered to his feet, his legs no longer obeying him at all, and he hung on Mark's neck so as not to fall, he even dared to raise one leg at the hip of the alpha so that he had his penis brushing his ass .
“Ahh! Put it in... put it in... please, Mark…” Chris moaned, gently moving his hips to feel more that penis he wanted so much.
Mark picked him up off the ground and leaned him against the door. He'd decided to screw up his conscience, and what better way to celebrate his one night promiscuity than satisfying the omega's own wishes.
He had the tip of his penis threatening Chris's hole, but the last breath of his conscience reminded him of something important: “Ugh... I need... to put on a condom.” He wanted to bring Chris down, but even without holding him, the omega held on tight.
“Just put it in... please.”
Mark could hear slight whimpers of complaint and was startled to feel Chris's hand hold his penis for him to put inside himself.
“Don’t do it,” he warned him holding his hand to stop him. “You are in heat and we are both dominant, you could easily get pregnant.”
“And that’s bad?” Chris whispered in too seductive a voice.
The alpha sighed. That omega is driving me crazy, he thought.
He carried him on the bed and laid him there. Chris still held him, so he deftly rummaged through the drawer of the small nightstand next to the bed.
The hotel might be high-end but it was still a Las Vegas hotel. The city was known for being a place where the main reason for visits was to have fun. Casinos, parties... sex. So he was more than sure that there would be condoms of all kinds in that drawer.
He pulled out the first one he found. He shuddered when he saw that the condom was for “alphas in rut”. It seemed like a bad omen, but he tried to relax. It wasn’t a time to think, especially when he had a desperate omega under him, kissing his neck, his chest and whining in supplication.
“Put it in... please... I can't take it anymore... I feel like I'm going to die.” Chris's whimpering had turned into real crying.
The heat in omegas could cause a lot of suffering without the presence of an alpha or without suppressors. Mark knew that and he felt a little guilty. He didn't know if it was his pheromones that made him go into heat or it was just a coincidence, but he felt guilty.
And also felt hypocritical with himself. He felt guilty but he was enjoying seeing him like this, begging for him, suffering for him.
He tried to calm his crying by kissing him as he put on the condom. Chris reciprocated immediately, as if Mark's kisses were water in a desert. He hugged him tighter, showing no signs of wanting to stop kissing him. Chris bit him and sucked on his lips, then he looked for his tongue to suck it too. Mark didn’t think that a kiss could excite him so much, since with only those kisses he experienced the urge to penetrate him, and he did.
Chris's voice was not silent at all, his groans will probably be heard in the next room. It was like fuel that turned on Mark's desire and kept moving his hip against Chris's ass. The feeling was hot and wet, it squeezed it wonderfully.
It was as if their bodies were made for each other.
Chris's legs clung to Mark's hip tightly, as if he didn't want him to stop. And he wouldn’t, he had tasted the sweet nectar of sin and was not going to release it so easily.
Mark might have the purest and cleanest moral in the world, but he was still an alpha. Chris could repudiate his nature by going against the rules, but he was still an omega.
An alpha and an omega who were testing the wonder of what they are. Surrendering to his instincts and moving away from rationality.
Chris was begging more and more for the alpha's penis like he never thought he was, and Mark was behaving like the insatiable alpha he always repressed.
The nature of an alpha and omega could be terrifying, like falling into hell right at the devil's feet. But heaven and hell could be subjective.
They could be in the last circle of hell, but Mark and Chris felt like they were in heaven.
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