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jaspurrlock: geekinglikeaboss: jaspurrlock: Breathe deeply. B) Support me on Patreon! :D @jaspurrlock Effort. So many could forget how much that mattered, especially in a relationship like this one. Lance was fully aware of the behavior that Alphas exuded and such what it could mean for an omega like himself. It wasn’t excusable. It wasn’t alright. But it was life. And sometimes he was very aware of just how lucky he was. Hunk put forth the effort of a good man, perhaps even more so when the musk of his need was in the air. One scent was all it took and Lance could see a sheen in those beautiful brown eyes that called to him on a dark and primal level. No matter what else happened that night, he knew there would be mating. He knew Hunk would try (oh gods would he try!) and fail at being gentle with him. But above all else, Lance knew he looked forward to it whenever it happened. He’d done his part to help things along, teasing, seducing, making a display of himself. The lingerie he’d worn was long torn and discarded in shreds of sheer fabric on the floor. Any playful words and suggestive tones had been well fucked out of his body hours ago by the fat, grinding of an insistent cock through the clench of his hole. Four times tonight alone, and Hunk was no where near finished with him. The popping sensation knocked the brains out of him as his mate slipped in easily, taking no less pleasure for just how sloppily round five was going to go. Hunk’s voice was husky and breathless as he grabbed Lance under the knees and hauled him into a bent position, taking full control of the dear man’s body. ”Gonna…b-breed you.” Hunk groaned, his knot slapping up against the underside, desperate to drop into Lance’s asshole like a heavy stone into a pond’s surface. The responsive groan went right to his prick and Hunk knew Lance wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow. In the back of his mind he thought about calling his mate off work so he could rest…and maybe fuck a few more times. “Hnnnnnnnnnfuck! Fuck! Lance! Y-you’re so tight!”Lance howled plaintively, a sweet plaything in this man’s firm grip. He was sat down on the cock, watching himself bob up and down as the knot began to push up into him. Somewhere in his brain he thought about whimpering for gentleness. But the truth was, he didn’t want it or need it. He wanted his Hunk. He wanted he mate.He wanted to be well bred. Lance’s eyes rolled back into his head as the knot slid up and the tension in the wrinkles of his hole protested, held, and then lost. It sunk into his body and he bleated out one high, shocked note as the knob of flesh swelled, locking him into position as Hunk continued to growl and nibble his neck. He couldn’t pull away. He was wonderfully, deliciously trapped until the man released a heavy load into his body. Lance leaned back and gurgled contentedly, drunk on the emotional high of this moment. COMMISSION ME fuCK YES AHSDJKGAHUIWGRS -- source link