Re: [R-18] Slaves to Biology

[Alpha Jones, MD]

Alfred impassively looked at the remote on his hands. Such a small device, but it had Arthur writhing in pleasure on his own bed. He was biting his own tongue now - not too hard - to remind him of his what he really wanted to do. He felt his own free hand unconsciously flex, itching to do something just as wonderful to the moaning omega. He fisted that same hand on the sheets, keeping it busy in case it decided to do something inappropriate. Oh the irony of their situation.

He made sure the wire wouldn't interfere with Arthur's legs. He wasn't sure where this composure was coming from, but he felt internally glad for it. He was able to hold himself back. It was an amazing feeling. The control over his own Alpha instincts brought him joy. It meant that he could be with Arthur like this - help him during his heat without even soiling his viriginal coital channel with his own semen.

But he knew at the back of his mind, it was the very one thing he wanted to do.

He pressed the button for moderate vibration, wanting Arthur to feel very good about it. If going in heat was such a pain, then pleasuring him was his priority. He took the butt plug from the bag, remembering that it had a flair base, and thought that it'd help the egg vibrator stay put, especially to keep the remote outside. He poured ample amounts of lubricant on the butt plug, before easing Arthur back in a supine position.

"Hey, I'll be inserting you the butt plug, okay?" he said, parting Arthur's quivering thighs. He held his breath, not wanting to inhale more of Arthur's delicious pleasured scent, and gently guided the tip of the plug inside his friend.

[Omega Arthur]

Arthur stayed still, eyes wide as Alfred gently guided the plug inside of him. He stared into the air, utterly shocked look on his face, as if he just could not comprehend what was happening. The plug, as it was guided into his body, felt thick and it expanded his moist walls apart further than he was used to. Arthur's mouth parted and gasped a little for air, going a little bit dry.

The butt plug was not as large as an actual penis but it was enough to silence him. He stopped, just breathing in air and acting almost scared. Arthur stared at Alfred for a while, green orbs filled with uncertain discovery, and his body flexed a few times in attempts to adjust. "A-ah..."

By the time that he closed his eyes a moment or two later, Arthur was enjoying the sensation. There was no pain as such, but just difference. The feeling of a toy wedged in him when the egg vibrator buzzed was so bizarre that it shook him, but soon as he relaxed he could take it in his heated stride; Arthur's hips jutted up a few times, and his body experimented without his head controlling it, muscles spasming around the toy and squeezing it in a little more.

"Ah, ah, ah," Arthur murmured under his breath, shimmying his hips up and down to seek that strange, fantastic friction.

[Alpha Jones, MD]

Cerulean eyes just observed Arthur for a moment, noting the way he looked at him with shocked fear reflected in his own emerald eyes - it almost broke Alfred's resolve. But when Arthur fell silent and settled, when he started to become accustomed to the vibrator and plug inside of him, filling him, he knew he made the right choice. All for his dear friend Arthur, he thought.

Alfred's control in the face of the greatest temptations for Alphas - an omega in heat - was a big surprise, even for him. But he knew this wouldn't last much longer. He was slowly feeling his body relaxing, which he somewhat knew was not a good sign.

The taller blond bent closer to Arthur, taking in his pleasantly pleasured face. He was starting to adjust to the toys; a good sign. Alfred smiled tenderly (a fleeting one), before the held the edges of Arthur's own shirt and slipped them over his torso, effectively covering his upper body. He placed the remote on Arthur's palm, saying, "You have the remote now. I'll just be outside." He stood up and kissed his forehead again (a recurring thing), took some clothes from his closet and exited his own room, leaving Arthur to his own devices.

Once outside his room, Alfred almost collapsed, his body demanding to be relieved of his growing arousal that he didn't even notice. He sucked in a deep breath, wanting to compose himself, but he couldn't. He staggered towards the bathroom and masturbated, forcing his mind away from images of Arthur spread open for him, tormenting him of the opportunity he blatantly allowed to slip from his fingers.

[Omega Arthur]

"Ah, ah, ah--" Arthur's breath was loaded, casual moans and grunts slipping out on accident as he continually rolled his hips, grinding his arse against the butt-plug and the vibrating eggs placed within him. As wide as they jointly felt, neither of them was enough. Within moments of Alfred leaving, he realised so much more how utterly horny he was. How defenceless he felt. "--Ah, ah, AH...!"

The toys were too small. Too insignificant. They would bring him near climax but not fully complete it. His coital channel was squeezing and tensing around them but he could feel that there was more it could take. More that it wanted. It needed something larger. A finger. Two. An entire penis, thick and shoving him open. But it was more than that. He craved sex. He craved someone gripping his hips. Movement. The slap of their balls against his arse as they used his hole till it was seeping full of cum and dripping.

He ground his erection against the bed as he thought of it, grabbing handfuls of the bedsheets. He was knelt, head and shoulders down low while his bottom stayed high in the air and rolled back and forth, fucking himself on the butt-plug as if he was being fucked by someone else. His forehead was sweaty, thighs too, hot from the constant uncontrollable heat. His body twitched, searching for satisfaction, cock bobbing as he raised and lowered and raised and lowered his hips.

Not enough. Not enough. Not enough.

He breathed in the air, detecting something not too far away. An Alpha. The fact that it was Alfred eluded him. He just knew it was an Alpha. He just knew he wanted them. He wanted to see them naked, to feel their wide and rough hands. He wanted to have his hips gripped and his bottom squeezed. He wanted to taste their cock and swirl his tongue around their tip, and he wanted to feel them pushing it deep into his mouth as they roughly finger-fucked his channel till he was so wet that it started to go down his thighs. Then he wanted to feel them grind against his skin, before pulling these god-forsaken toys out and filling him. Filling his coital channel up so much, stuffing themselves inside. Gosh, he wanted to feel their hot cum filling him up, making him feel utterly used.

That smell. The smell of an Alpha felt so thick and smothering, and he wanted to absorb it all. He didn't want that arousal to go to waste. He wanted it. His body yearned for it and desperately tried to attract it. His moans got louder - loud enough to penetrate the walls like he wanted the alpha to penetrate his arse - calling senselessly to the Alpha to come and claim him. Claim me, claim me, I'm unbonded. His own scents seeped through into the sheets and the air surrounding.

He remembered the Alpha's name, but in his heat he didn't remember their relation. He just wanted them. Inside of him, making him whole, giving him cum till he was filled with children, the fruits of life. He could only think about sex and penises and someone bending him to his will. What if he left this flat? What if he went to the school and gave himself to all those Alphas and Betas? They would breed with him for hours, making him feel so good. Arthur's feelings were completely forgotten in his need. He wanted, craved, yearned, needed.

Touch him, feel him, make him, abuse him - he wanted it all.

He tugged out the butt-plug and the vibrator. The second of which slipped out of his channel with a sticky noise. His well-lubricated hole twitched, urging and gagging for so much more. He grabbed one of the large dildos and positioned it against his hole, but he wouldn't do it. He stopped, biting against the pillow to stop himself shouting for Alfred for help. He couldn't break his virginity with just a toy. He wanted a human. He wanted someone to break him. Someone to give him that whole feeling, not a god damned toy.

"ALFRED--!" Arthur called, thick with arousal. He did not remove the dildo straight away though, rubbing the toy against him, swirling the head against his aroused sex. He dipped a finger into himself, whirling it around before he stuffed in another, hotly jamming himself against those fingers while he listened, trying to detect the Alpha and have him come. He put the dildo down. "ALFRED, I WANT YOU. FUCK ME, FUCK ME, AH, AH. ALFRED?"

Gosh.

"Please--Please, oh, please, I want it, I want your cock please, give it to me, oh gosh, satisfy me, be inside me, please." He begged the air.

[Alpha Jones, MD]

Alfred stroked his own cock, feeling the control slip away from him, thinking that being inside his own bathroom was safe enough for him to let go. He was very wrong.

He didn't know that Arthur had pleasured himself in his own shower, leaving the lingering scent of his own pheromones sticking to the walls of his non-ventilated bathroom. As Alfred inhaled sharply with each pump, he could feel the gradual clouding of his own judgment. The images of Arthur's needy moans, the pleasured and vulnerable face, the exposed hole between his quivering legs morphed into him pounding into Arthur's asshole, gripping his wide hips, leaving his own marks and bruises on Arthur's pale white skin, shoving his tongue inside the begging mouth and tweaking the alluring pink nipples, fingers stretching him wider than ever - they all blurred his rationality.

When he felt some semblance of pleasure from his own hand with the help of those images, he heard his name being called out in such a wanton manner he accidentally squeezed his own cock - shocking him back to reality. It was a loud, needy call. Calling for him. Alfred.

And it was coming from the one person he's masturbating over.

Why would he torment himself when Arthur was just there, begging for him? Why was he doing this to himself? It would do them a big favor; they would be relieved from their own lust and things would be fine and dandy. Alfred didn't know that it was his carnal desire talking, too lost in his own need and the newly-acquired control he prided himself in was already out of reach.

Alfred tossed his shirt on the tiled floor and exited his bathroom with a big slam. He went back inside his own room, and was assaulted with the most delicious of scents he had ever experienced - sweet, lemony taste that he liked in his own desserts, and he found himself salivating.

"Arthur," he breathed, taking in more of the scent, rolling his tongue against his upper lip and the taste intensified. He strode purposely towards the bed and climbed on top of his needy blond, molding his larger body down, pinning the flailing wrists and finally devoured the moaning mouth. A purr was heard, though he didn't know who made that noise.

His hips, unbuttoned and exposing his own erection, grounded against Arthur's groin, and the satisfaction of the temporary relief enveloped him yet left him wanting for more.

[Omega Arthur]

Their kiss was delightful, if completely needy. All it was was a clash of tongues and the occasional grit of teeth before they were gliding their lips against one another's - desperate to taste and feel. They could taste slight remnants of that euphoric smell on their tongues, trapped between them - scents of omegas and alphas were slightly changed by what the person consumed. Arthur tasted like tea and sweetness, lemongrass, and Alfred was something salty, something like cinnamon.

Arthur's wrists were pushed above his head and Arthur obediently kept them there, allowing Alfred to release his hand and use it for other uses. As Alfred fussed to undo his pants, shoving his hips against Arthur's own, the Briton groaned appraisingly, feeling the warm concealed length within. He could already feel the want sear through him. Alfred was here - he was going to give him what he craved. Oh yes, Alfred would pluck him and fill him and the very thought of it made him so wet.

He looked at Alfred as he pulled his cock out, and Arthur's breath caught. Arthur was almost naked, his cock out and bouncing as he rubbed his hole in anticipation, making sure he was wet enough to take the other male, both of them drunken with lust. He had never seen another man before, other than in pictures. In his haze, all he could think about was how good it looked, how tasty he bet it was, and how wide that big penis could stretch his little pussy - just how he would like. Just how he needed.

He pushed his legs apart so wide, and Alfred could clearly see the hole that was ever so slightly apart, made so by the butt-plug. He would be opened even more in just a moment. Arthur could not wait.

"Put it in me. Take me, Alfred, make me yours, take me, take me please," Arthur begged, so desperate to finally feel a man. His aura blazed, reflecting that utter need. The room was searing hot as his legs stroked Alfred's hips, and finally he gripped Alfred, tugging him towards him. "I want your lovely dick, you sod. O-Oh."

[Alpha Jones, MD]

Who could resist such demands? Alfred wanted to kick himself for not giving in to carnal instinct before, but it's over and done and he was now in front of the begging Arthur, legs spread out and asshole twitching, ready to be taken. But there was one thing he wanted to do - and the delicious Omega scent was luring him to just go for it.

Strong hands took hold each of the creamy thighs, pushed them upwards and spread them further apart, exposing more of Arthur's most private parts, all needy and twitching for Alfred to just enter him. But no. He wanted to do this as well, so with a kiss to skin he found on one knee, he leaned forward until his face was inches from Arthur's awaiting hole. He glanced up and saw the flushed face of his Omega, and inhaling the lemony taste once more, dove his lips to the awaiting hole.

The unique Omega flavor exploded on his tongue as he lapped greedily on the leaking secretions from Arthur's opening. He swirled his tongue around the hole, tickling the sensitive skin, before moving upwards to suck on the ridged scrotum. He heard the appreciative moans and continued to lick on the balls, his hands massaging roughly the inner thighs. His mouth went back to the the blissful opening and pushed his tongue inside, now easier with all the preparations he'd done to Arthur. It easily gave way to the intruding tongue, and the walls quivered around the organ. If he wasn't just as aroused and incoherent with need, he would gladly play with Arthur's hole for a long time.

Pulling away, he sat back on his knees and surveyed his work, loving what he saw. Alfred positioned his erect penis against Arthur's already loose hole. He felt a shudder go through him as he rubbed the head against the wet puckered anal opening. Eyes glazed with need, he pushed slowly his cock inside, groaning out loud as pleasure wracked his body, especially his groin. Alfred never knew that the feeling of being engulfed by an Omega's wet heat could be so wonderful.

"So fucking tight... Arthur... fuck."

Alfred leaned upwards, pushing Arthur's lower body higher, as his hips snapped a quick thrust to the tight heat, to place a demanding kiss on Arthur's lips, letting him taste his own slick.

[Omega Arthur]

And just with the slickest of movements, they became connected. The rimming job had been relieving enough, but now the thickness of Alfred sliding into him was the only sensation Arthur cared about. He was only just barely conscious as himself to be apprehensive as Alfred positioned his large cock-head to Arthur's coital channel entrance, the tiniest flutter of nerve in his stomach as the other started to slowly sink inside.

It hurt when Alfred got to a certain depth about an inch in, resistance meeting him as the path in seemed to narrow, but then it suddenly breached. Arthur lost his breath as his virginity was taken and Alfred managed to fit himself within. Ever since that point, it suddenly got so much easier. No more resistance till Alfred was fully seated inside of the tiny little Brit, who shimmied his hips and mewled softly, trying not to squeeze too hard and trap the other male within him.

Alfred was big - or was it all males? - and it made him disorientated. It ached, but that might have been because of his breaking. Arthur's legs wrapped around Alfred's hips, thrusting up occasionally towards Alfred's rhythm as they both divulged into instinct and let go on the bed, spending time with one another sexually. He liked hearing the bed creak along with them, headboard hitting the wall a little bit, because it reminded him that yes, this was happening.

He was having sex with Alfred F. Jones.

They kissed aggressively, clashing tongues, before Arthur panted for breath and tried to swallow the built up saliva.

"Ah, ah, ah, yes!" Arthur moaned, praising his friend - the boy he had known since they were young. The omega dragged him in, hooking his arms around Alfred's neck. He could map Alfred's cock. It was not fully developed too. Alfred would get bigger. He would fill him in every nook and cranny, and Arthur loved that fact. It felt so good - the head giving him satisfying friction as Alfred plunged in and out of Arthur's channel. He groaned repeatedly, mouth hanging in the air as he let out praise. "Do me, do me, satisfy me, take me, oh yes! Yes! Alfred, more, oh, more. More, more, mm, MM!!"

[Alpha Jones, MD]

It was everything Alfred needed in his young life - and he wasn't even aware that he was craving for this. The tight wetness swallowing his sensitive cock whole was brand new. He never experienced this kind of pleasure, the intense, deep, relieving kind. The blue-eyed Alpha only knew masturbation - and it was because he was in need of release, especially because of the very Omega his own engorged penis was busy pounding.

Arthur was just his Beta best friend before his apparent heat. They shared a lot for the past six years they were together - from the promise of being with him when he first met those emerald green eyes on that fateful day when their societal status was determined, to their dramatic fallout four years prior (where Alfred had swallowed his Alpha pride and grovelled for Arthur's forgiveness - that was how much Alfred valued Arthur and his friendship then, until now), to warding off that annoying Francis' teasing and remarks about Arthur's body, and now, he was fucking his best friend because his heat demanded it from him.

Alfred shook off his thoughts, and he realized that his body had its own mind or something like that, because his hips didn't even slow down its powerful thrusting, the wet sounds caused by the Omega's own lubrication plus Arthur's praises and demands for more turning him on more than he thought was possible.

This time it was his body was taking control. No rational mind or logic or morality to stop him - just pure carnal lust. Alfred grabbed a fistful of Arthur's sandy blond locks and pulled, exposing his creamy neck and making the green-eyed teen moan out loud in pained pleasure. He sank his teeth on the exposed flesh, marking and biting and lapping at the reddened skin.

His other arm was busy hitching Arthur's leg up, putting it on the crook of his elbow as he spread the Omega's legs further apart, maximizing his working space as his powerful ass muscles worked to deliver more force, driving Arthur's body deeper into the bed. He ignored the erect Omega penis bouncing with need as he concentrated on drilling his cock further into the coital channel, grazing the prostate and forcing the virginal muscles to open up for him.

"Arthur -- fuck! Argh--ah! Nngh!"

Grunting, Alfred moved from his neck to latch his teeth on Arthur's wanton lips, catching the bottom lip and tearing the skin open. Upon tasting the delicious Omega blood, he felt himself become more driven to fuck the body beneath him senseless.

[Omega Arthur]

What was happening to him? He recalled once when he had more of a sound mind, that he had vowed to himself that he would never sleep with another man until he was in a stable, firm relationship. So much for that. Things never do happen the way that you want them too, and Arthur's experience was much the same. It was on the same day that Alfred and he met, Arthur remembered. Strange how things go.

Arthur's body writhed as Alfred slammed himself in - Arthur reacting immediately to the length shoving in and out, in and out, in relatively quick succession. He could map the felt of Alfred's cock, warm and refreshing - as satisfying to him as a cold drink of water in a blistering summer. He reached behind Alfred, grappling at his chest in order to try get a grip. His fingers squabbled for purchase, unable to find anything - his fingernails started to dig in, accidentally scratching Alfred's shoulders as the male kept working.

His grunts. Oh gosh, his grunts. Had there ever been anything more arousing to him? A man so hot and desperate and needy and inside of him already. Alfred drank the blood from his split lip, while Arthur went to listening to their noises - dirty and neurotic, hypnotising even. Slick, slap, schlick, slap. Oozes of hot lubricant falling out of Arthur's hole as Alfred's prick filled it up instead, pushing some of the lube out. Sweat built on their thighs. Arthur's stomach burned in desire, need, and especially urgency.

"Oh please," he reminded him, moving up so that his lips brushed Alfred's cheek and his voice sent straight to Alfred's ear. He breathed in his hair, intoxicated by the strawberry scents. "Oh please! Alfred! Oh please... Alfred! Alfred! Fill me with your cum, you have to. I want to feel your hot cum inside of me..."

His breath was hot, laboured, and filled with pauses as he groaned with effort, keeping up with the relentless pounding.

[Alpha Jones, MD]

With the constant friction, the tightness around his own penis, the relentless driving of his hips deeper into the body beneath him, Alfred felt the warmth starting to pool in his gut, travelling downwards to collect in his groin, and the need to hurry up the incoming release of the intense pressure was growing steady by the second.

Sweat trickled down his face, his own lungs almost out of breath from the thorough exertion of his body, adding to the release of his own body heat as his lungs tried to take in more oxygen. His blue eyes, dilated with pleasure and lust, gazed at Arthur's lovely red face, erotic and he couldn't believe that they, virgins as they were, could manage to execute such wonderful and thrilling union.

A sudden desire to fill him up with his seed - brimming with his own future spawns made Alfred use every muscle in his middle to achieve his climax - and he did. With a final thrust, his gluteal muscles tensed and he momentarily sank inside, orgasm making him roll his eyes close as waves of pleasure from his abdominal muscles down to his pelvic area sent him reeling. His own semen spilled into Arthur, and the base of his cock engorged, locking his penis inside him, sealing the cum tightly.

Heavy panting filled the silence of the room, and Alfred wanted to flop down and snuggle Arthur. He tiredly open his closed eyes and looked down at his face. "Hey," he said, bringing his shaking hand to caress the omega's cheek, "How are you feeling?"

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