Dasse involuntarily licked his lips. Meanwhile, his hand cautiously continued exploring the desired body: broad chest, nipples, abs, belly button... Dasse held his breath and, after a moment's hesitation, finally touched the curly pubic hair, his palm brushing against the thick member. Astonishing! Blushing all over, sweating from excitement, Dasse touched him and didn't know how to contain his delight. At this moment, he clearly understood why omegas and betas quickly spread their legs for this alpha. In love, Dasse was no different. No doubt, he would be killed for his audacity in the morning! It seemed he had endured for too long, and now he was losing his mind.

Etienne sighed deeply, running his nose and licking his lips. Dasse hesitantly, fearing, softly pressed his lips to the corner of his mouth. Then he gently kissed the upper lip. And the lower one. The desired mouth slightly parted, and Dasse licked it, suddenly feeling a response. A panicked thought flashed through his mind that Etienne, upon awakening, would throw him out of the window for his actions, and Dasse would then have to pick up his teeth from the bushes in the garden. However, the sleepy alpha clearly had no intention of hitting anyone. He lay relaxed, greedily inhaling the air, and Dasse felt a healthy member rising under his touch.

— Philanderer! — Dasse thought, — you get hard on anyone!

For some reason, Dasse's black t-shirt was excessively rubbing against his nipples, and his pants seemed to have become tighter. Although the young man was well aware of the reason. He knew perfectly well why he was almost lying next to Etienne, rubbing his nose against Etienne's, inhaling the intoxicating scent that threatened to drive him mad. He didn't even notice at first when a large, warm hand settled on his waist, gently stroking it. And it only took a moment's distraction from Etienne's face for the alpha to passionately press his lips against Dasse's, not allowing him to break the contact. Dasse trembled, feeling the hot, firm tongue ardently exploring his mouth. The alpha had truly awakened!

Etienne had a peculiar dream. For some reason, he was being pursued by omegas with enormous hairy eggs. The alpha barked and fought back as best he could, but new omegas would leap out from around the next corner almost instantly. Etienne frowned, grew angry, grabbed the next strange omega by the nape and flung it into a dark corridor. As he grew weary of the kaleidoscope of faceless boys, someone gently touched his face. And everything vanished suddenly. Only he remained, stirred by the sweet touch, and an enchanting scent. The scent of his beloved. Warm fingers cautiously explored his body, particularly focusing on the alpha's treasures between his legs. Étienne greedily inhaled the scent, sniffing—could it be his beloved here? He came here himself! He's touching him! Soft, affectionate lips provocatively touched his, and his heart pounded loudly in his chest from excitement. Sweet! Delicious! More! And he kissed those tender lips opened for him, pressing his omega close. The beloved jerked from the surprise, quietly moaning right into his mouth. Etienne couldn't tear himself away, delighting in the amazing fragrance, savoring the sweet taste of his lips on his tongue.

— You're here! My dear! — the alpha whispered excitedly, showering kisses across the face, cheeks, and collarbones of his beloved. Dasse flushed under Etienne's kisses and touches, feeling a surge of warmth. The passionate words of the alpha reached the depths of Dasse's consciousness.

— Did he mistake me for someone else? But the scent... — Dasse could barely think. Almost immediately, Etienne confidently pulled down his trousers, and Dasse gasped, suddenly losing the ability to think. Demanding hands caressed his heated body, exploring every inch of skin. It was both intensely passionate and deeply embarrassing. Flushed and agitated, he buried his nose in Etienne's neck, inhaling the remarkably rich scent. Pleasure made his head spin.

Omega found himself inexplicably pressed against the silken sheets, his shoulder blades trembling against the delicate fabric. He could not recall when he had divested himself of his t-shirt. There was nothing but Etienne—his scent, his strength, his desire enveloping Dasse, who shivered with arousal.

— My beloved! — Etienne gasped, his voice uneven as he kissed Dasse's hair, face, and hands. Dasse, his cheeks flushed, feverishly clutched his unexpected lover in a tight embrace. Through a haze of sighs and moans, he deciphered the ardent "My beloved!" and clenched his teeth. Your beloved is sleeping in the guest rooms now, and you are here with your own servant, not even a chosen one! Or does an alpha say this to all his lovers? A phrase of duty?

He trembled, involuntarily shrinking. Etienne sighed.

— My sweet, my dear...

— Please stop talking! — implored Dasse, burying his face into Etienne's clavicle, feeling on the verge of tears.

Etienne fell silent, soothingly stroking the silky hair of his omega. And Dasse surrendered to this tenderness and care that Etienne so openly demonstrated. He could only lie there and revel in Etienne's embrace, in the mingled, intoxicating scent of their entwined bodies. Hesitantly, he touched Etienne's back, fingers tracing the delicate strip of hair between his broad shoulders. At this motion, the alpha immediately stirred and claimed Dasse's lips with his own, drawing him into a deep kiss. And omega did not resist.