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Mydei stared at his reflection in the mirror.
He was tall with defined muscles, broad hips, even broader shoulders, and a narrow waist that was barely visible now. He studied the intricate red lines of his tattoos cupping his breast, curling around his pregnant belly, and dipping low under the waistband of his laced panty.
A scowl slowly crept on his face.
Mydei liked to say he was a confident man. To some extent, he was. But, every so often, doubt settled in his mind.
His appearance was a stark contrast to other omega men and women - a figure that people assumed one to be of an alpha, with sharp lines and edges, almost as if he was cut for battle. He maintained his physique by working at the gym; he loved the satisfaction, the exhilarating feeling of achievement you get from surpassing yourself.
No, his looks were not the problem, no, he just-
The omega sighed, frustrated with himself, and his shoulders drooped. His gaze dropped to his round belly in the reflection, one hand naturally coming to lay under it, the other rubbing large soothing circles on tan skin. A smile that stretched wider as he felt a kick from his baby replaced the frown that had painted his features with insecurity.
Unsurprisingly, since he was expecting, everyone had stopped mistaking him for an alpha.
He vividly recalled the day his fiancé and he had announced to Phainon’s colleagues (and friends) that they would become parents.
Gasps had resonated in the small breakroom at Phainon’s company. The alpha had teased the announcement through the day, gathering all team members still present after work, and Mydei had joined them for the occasion. One of them, Castorice, a fellow omega, was actually a close childhood friend of his.
Mydei had met Phainon at a bar to celebrate Castorice’s permanent contract. Phainon had arrived late to the party and had opened the door with such disproportionate strength that everyone in the vicinity had turned their heads towards him.
Mydei’s breath had caught in his throat, taking in the sight of unruly white hair, undone tie and shirt, and the uncontrolled scent of a panicked alpha’s pheromones - with a tinge of anger and musky perfume - had filled the air around him.
The omega had felt himself shamefully leaking on his stool as their gazes had locked across the room, unable to avert his eyes from this alluring man. His vision had narrowed to that alpha, and only that alpha whose pupils had blown, mouth agape, equally as affected as the omega.
They had spent the night dancing around each other, laughing - Phainon’s awkward flirting making them both blush, flush worsening with the alcohol coursing through their veins. Time had flowed too fast and, by the end of the night, they had found themselves isolated from the rest of the group, pressed together in the dim and confined corridor leading to the back exit.
Away from the incessant pounding of the bass, their breath had mingled, firm chest pressed against a soft one and heartbeats thumping in unison as the tension had only increased, heat curling low in Mydei’s abdomen.
Their lips had not met, both afraid to cross the flimsy line that barely remained between them, to let this fire consume them whole, and Phainon had whispered against his mouth, “Can I see you again?”
Their lives had become entangled just like that.
Three years later, they had stood in that breakroom, Phainon’s arm encircling his waist, and Castorice had shrieked with joy at the revelation. She had jumped into Mydei’s arms to tightly hug the blond, her shoulders shaking with little sobs.
“Congratulations!” Hyacine - another one of Phainon’s friends - had exclaimed, clapping her hands happily. “I didn’t know you were an omega, Mydei. I’m so happy for you two!”
Mydei had paid the remark no mind, used to it, and had thanked her with a genuine smile. However, his smile had been wiped off completely from his face when another person had interjected.
“Well, he sure doesn’t look the part. I thought you guys were just anomalies,” Lygus - a beta that Phainon did not even acknowledge as his colleague, but was too polite to dismiss the man entirely - had sneered.
Mydei had felt Phainon tense against his side, the alpha’s jaw painfully clenching and his grip strengthening on Mydei’s waist.
Lygus had noticed the reaction and had smirked, finding great amusement in it. He had then raked his eyes up and down Mydei, “Now, I guess one of my questions has been answered.”
Mydei had stared at him, confused.
Then, his brain had pieced together the fact that this creep had not only wrongfully assumed Mydei to be an alpha, insulting them in the process, but had also fantasised about their dynamic in bed.
The omega had recoiled, his mouth opening to berate him but closing instantly at the scent that had suddenly permeated the room.
Phainon’s pheromones had flared up, anger palpable even to a beta with an insensitive nose, canines peeking out and piercing his lower lip. In the end, Castorice and Hyacine had intervened to prevent the situation from escalating.
So, yes, Mydei was okay with his appearance and easily brushed off some of the comments he could get about his secondary gender.
Still, the cumulative amount of them had planted the first grains of doubt in his mind.
As much as Phainon loved to call him beautiful and pepper his skin with kisses that were akin to unspoken prayers, Mydei could not help but wonder how an alpha like Phainon could be with an omega like him; an omega whose physique rivalised his fiancé’s. Now heavily pregnant, they would assuredly get curious looks from passerbys while going out.
Mydei closed his eyes.
It wasn’t like him to let his confidence reach this low. But, lately, his mood seemed to swing a lot, alternating between complete bliss as he laid in his fiancé’s embrace, and self deprecation once he was left alone with only his reflection in the mirror.
Sometimes, it morphed into unhealthy jealousy and envy towards other more petite omegas.
He repeated himself that it was fine. His pregnancy was going well; their baby was lively and kicking in his belly. Mydei was intimately convinced that this child would grow to be a ball of sunshine, just like his father.
Yes, it was fine. It was pretty dumb of him to give these feelings any importance - they would pass, surely.
Perhaps, the pregnancy had made him more sensitive.
“This is stupid,” he muttered under his breath.
Still, when he opened his eyes, he had to face his image again in that damned mirror - a kitsch furniture Phainon had found in a flea market.
“It’s gold with flowers. You love gold and flowers!” “Gold is one of the many thirty-three other colours on that thing, Phainon.”
His gaze roamed over his figure, fingers brushing the delicate fabric of the bra that adorned his voluptuous chest.
On an impulse, Mydei had taken out that one dark red lingerie set Phainon had gifted him two years ago from their closet; it was a beautiful and well-crafted laced set with a garter belt and stockings to pair it with.
Mydei loved garments made from precious fabrics, clothes that were deftly tailored to embellish and highlight one’s beauty. His fiancé often joked that Mydei must have been a prince in a past life for how fancy his tastes were.
(And, when he would call him ‘princess’ in bed to tease him, the omega would clench on Phainon’s knot tighter, slick gushing out of his throbbing hole.)
He did not know how he had recalled the existence of that dusty lingerie set, and, now that he was looking at himself wearing it, it all felt too ridiculous.
The blond’s hands slid down, past his hips, and stopped at the hem of the stockings. They wrapped around his thick thighs and held on without the help of the garter belt - his pregnant belly preventing him from wearing the piece of clothing. He played with the hem, one finger slipping under the soft fabric, pinching and pulling on it just to let it slap back against his skin.
Too engrossed with this new found game and his own miserable thoughts, he did not catch the sounds of the apartment’s door closing and footsteps in the corridor.
“Mydei, I’m home!” Phainon’s head peeked out from the door, and the omega startled, an unusually high-pitched yelp escaping his lips. “What are you-”
Phainon’s words died on his tongue as their eyes crossed in the reflection of the mirror.
As if programmed to react to his lover, the alpha’s reaction was immediate: his pupils visibly widened, his jaw went slack, and thick pheromones bursted out of him in waves, making the room feel stuffy.
Mydei almost choked on the familiar and warm scent of wheat, peach and orange - a mix of embarrassment and arousal burning low in his stomach. He froze.
Phainon entered their bedroom, and approached him with slow and unsteady steps like a man entranced by a siren’s call trying to reach for the object of all his desires.
Mydei did not turn around, his eyes following the alpha in the mirror.
A blush spread on his cheeks, Phainon’s scent growing stronger as he got closer, and Mydei tasted it in his mouth, on his tongue, like a sweet nectar. His panty dampened, a faint wet patch, darker than the red fabrics, staining it. A reminder of his fiancé’s effect on him.
Phainon’s warmth enveloped him in the next second, his firm chest pressing against the blond’s back and his arms encircling his belly. The alpha nuzzled against his neck, moving strawberry blond strands of hair away for more access.
“What are you doing?” Phainon mouthed against the skin there, his breath tickling the scent glands hidden underneath, and Mydei’s whole body shivered, too sensitive.
The blond’s eyes shut close and he refrained himself from moaning a needy and shameless thing.
One of Phainon’s hands went up to cup his breast, stroking the nipple beneath the fabrics with his thumb until the bud hardened, and Mydei’s teeth bit into the soft plump of his own lower lip.
The omega felt his hole spurt out slick in a copious amount, the syrupy liquid sticking to his inner thighs as it trickled down his toned legs. He grasped at Phainon’s forearm for support to steady himself.
“Mydei,” Phainon purred between two licks on the man’s scent glands. He inhaled deeply. “You smell so nice, so sweet.”
He pressed devoted kisses on the bite mark etched on his skin, the undeniable proof of the intimate bond that linked the two mates, and Mydei’s heartbeat thumped in his eardrums, loud, almost deafening.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Something twisted in Mydei’s stomach.
Something unpleasant.
Sickening.
His scent soured, an acrid smell that left a bad taste on his taste buds, and his grasp on Phainon strengthened.
Phainon, immediately alarmed by the shift, stilled behind him. He then turned the blond around gently.
“Baby,” the alpha stroked a strand of hair away from his face, calling him softly, but Mydei averted his eyes.
“Hey, what’s going on?” His tone was utterly worried, bordering anguish at his lover’s silence.
Mydei gnawed at his lip, the skin on the verge of breaking and bleeding, cursing himself inwardly for having such an obvious and visceral reaction. He had not meant to; he hated causing distress to Phainon. He felt the man’s eyes roam over his face, in search of an answer, his scent tainted with anxiety as he did so.
“Talk to me, Mydei,” Phainon cradled his cheeks, winning Mydei’s attention at the tender touch.
They stared at each other, the alpha’s brows peaking with a sense of urgency, concern building up in his bright cerulean eyes.
“Please,” he implored.
Mydei leaned into his palm in an attempt to soothe his lover and tried to reign his own pheromones.
He sighed. “I’m … Sorry.”
At Phainon’s questioning gaze he continued, “It’s stupid.”
Phainon frowned. “It must not be stupid for you to react like this.” His thumb caressed the omega’s cheekbones.
“I’ve never smelled your emotions change that fast. Is everything okay? You can talk to me, you know,” he repeated.
A small smile veiled the tiredness that wore the blond down, exasperated at his own traitorious thoughts.
“I know,” he said, genuine. “Everything is fine,” he lied. “The baby is fine.”
Phainon eyed him, clearly unconvinced. “I’m glad to hear the baby is fine.” He kissed the tip of his nose and a flush bloomed anew on Mydei’s cheeks. “But your wellbeing matters too, Mydei.”
Mydei’s heart swelled with so much affection, the dark clouds in his mind clearing for a moment at his alpha’s care. His scent sweetened, the smell of ripe pomegranates and hibiscus resurfacing.
Sensing it, Phainon visibly relaxed, shoulders drooping, and he smiled at his lover. His thumbs kept on drawing ellipses to appease the last of Mydei’s worries.
Phainon’s gaze then dropped, raking over the omega’s conspicuous body, as if his brain had remembered what was in front of him. His eyes lingered on Mydei’s breasts: the laced bra emphasising their fullness and red tattoos curving around them in an enticing pattern.
Phainon audibly gulped and his scent peaked with arousal. Mydei watched those hungry eyes devour him, and a fire rekindled in his lower abdomen, his insides twisting with pleasure this time.
The alpha’s hands slid down leisurely over his neck, his collarbones, and stopped right above his plump chest.
Mydei inhaled sharply in anticipation.
Phainon glimpsed up, and Mydei could see the hesitation simmering in his gaze, the faint traces of concern pulling at his lips.
Mydei’s secondary gender was thrilled at the mindfulness, a purr resonating in his throat; his alpha was so caring and soft. He just wanted to shut his brain and to only please him and be pleased by him.
One of Mydei’s hands went up to Phainon’s nape and the other gently seized one of his wrists to bring it down where he craved to be touched.
Phainon’s breath hitched, and he cupped the blond’s breast, the weight of it familiar in his palm, thumb skimming over the intricate seam of the bra. Mydei trembled under the touch, his body much more sensitive since the pregnancy and the internal turmoil his emotions put him under.
Phainon played with his breast, massaging it between his fingers, the brown and hard bud peeking from underneath the sheer fabrics, and Mydei clenched on the hair at the alpha’s nape to bring him closer.
A whimper escaped Mydei’s lips as Phainon’s breath tickled the side of his face, and the man worked harder to coax another moan out of him.
“You sound so nice, baby,” Phainon whispered against the shell of his ear.
He inhaled deeply, lips grazing the tender skin below it. “And you’ve always smelled so good but this … This is so intoxicating. It’s driving me crazy,” the alpha groaned.
Mydei had not realised that his pheromones had flared up again, want swirling in his mind and his guts.
Flushed together like this, he drowned in the alpha’s scent and embrace, and he shivered when he felt Phainon’s desire poking at his thigh - a heavy and pulsating thing that made his mouth water. More slick pooled in his panty and Mydei’s head dropped onto that steady shoulder, burying his face in the crook of Phainon’s neck.
His fiancé left a path of wet kisses along his jugular and Mydei had almost let out a filthy moan before he smelled it.
Vanilla.
Phainon never smelled like vanilla.
Mydei’s thoughts went spiraling once more, his body tensing so much his shoulders ached and his breath stopped. He felt as if someone had suddenly splashed water at him, drenching him in his recent insecurities.
Vanilla.
It was a faint but sweet scent; the scent of an omega designated to entice an alpha.
Mydei could imagine them by smell alone: small, delicate with soft edges, and a submissiveness to them. The very true picture of an omega.
Something he was not, his traitorous mind reminded him.
It only made it worse that Mydei could not be with Phainon at every moment, accompanying him everywhere - his body needing more and more rest as the weeks passed by. The thought of scenting and marking Phainon once more crossed his mind, and he tried to bridle his chaotic pheromones.
But Phainon - always the perceptive one when it came to his lover - ceased his ministrations, hands falling to the blond’s hips, stroking up and down the curve of his waist in a soothing manner.
“Mydei,” he called softly a second time, and the omega nestled his face deeper into Phainon’s shirt to hide.
The action only made the despicable smell stronger, and a low and possessive growl resonated in Mydei’s throat.
“Don’t tell me it’s stupid again, just talk to me,” Phainon begged.
Jealousy made Mydei’s tongue looser.
“Vanilla,” he blurted out, voice muffled by the fabric.
“Huh?”
He heard Phainon sniff the air in confusion.
Mydei’s nose scrunched up and he cringed mentally at his lack of restraint. There was truly something wrong with his emotions; he felt exhausted, irritated. He hated it.
“There’s a smell on you.” He clarified, “An omega smell.”
At Phainon’s silence Mydei’s jealousy intensified, gradually turning into an ugly thing that made his blood boil. He closed his eyes to calm the tempest of feelings forming inside him; a clash of restless desire towards his lover, resentment towards that nameless omega, and hatred towards himself.
“There’s a scent on your shirt, Phainon. They smell … fertile,” he spat out the last word like it had burned his tongue, sharp teeth grazing the alpha’s neck. His secondary gender was screaming at him to sink them into the tender flesh.
Phainon recoiled, “What?! What …”
The sudden movement rocked Mydei’s head on his shoulder, and Mydei brought him back closer - as much as his pregnant belly allowed them to be - by pulling him by the arm.
Mydei bit back the urge to growl by gritting his teeth, his jaw clenching painfully. His patience was running really thin and Phainon’s lack of answers was not helping.
The man’s boner digging into his thigh worsened his annoyance, its weight sending waves of heat towards his crotch, and the amount of slick sticking to his panty was starting to become uncomfortable. He needed Phainon to tell him right here and now that this omega did not exist, and then fuck him.
Thankfully, after a few seconds and before Mydei chooses to champ on Phainon’s neck to force an answer out of him, the alpha spoke up.
He gently got out of Mydei’s grasp and his arm encircled the omega’s waist to rest on the small of his back. He rubbed circles there, an attempt to calm Mydei’s madness, but the omega was so on edge that it only made his back go stiffer.
“It must be the new recruit on our team. They arrived today and we all lunched together to welcome them. They sat next to me,” Phainon explained calmly, patiently, his strokings taking a steady rhythm. “I didn’t realise that they were … in heat.”
Mydei groaned loudly, his head still buried deep in the crook of his alpha’s neck.
“Pre-heat,” he corrected, clicking his tongue.
“Don’t let them approach you again.”
To make sure his message was conveyed, the blond’s mouth opened against the heated skin of Phainon’s throat, canines poking out in the flesh and drawing a cry from the alpha, and he sucked roughly.
Phainon’s hand against the small of his back turned into a fist and his grip on Mydei’s hip tightened at the sudden burst of pleasure that coursed through his whole body, making him tremble.
“M-Mydei, please,” he managed to croak between two moans but Mydei did not relent, sucking and lapping at the skin rapidly blooming red under his kisses. “I … I have to work with them for … three weeks. A- a new project.”
The omega’s frown deepened and he sucked harder, hand clenching on Phainon’s hair, and the whines that escaped his lover’s lips only served to arouse him more.
His pent up frustration, jealousy and desire made an explosive cocktail, tearing down this inner dam he had built up over the years - his sanity declining due to the flood of all those nasty emotions that had pullulated in his mind.
“Don’t,” Mydei commanded, mouth working on unraveling him.
Phainon tilted his head up, offering more access to the possessive omega that instantly latched on the unbruised part of his neck.
“Baby,” he pleaded. “I- I have to.”
Mydei’s nippings stopped and he huffed, warm breath tickling Phainon’s throat.
He no longer cared if he sounded insane; his mind was terribly fuzzy. He came out of his hideout and faced his fiancé, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Are you attracted to them? Are their scent enticing to you? I bet they look like the perfect omega. Fertile, young and-”
“Hey, shh. Mydeimos,” Phainon hushed him, his hand going up and down the blond’s spine to soothe his anger. His other hand came to cradle one of his cheeks, brushing a few strands of hair.
Mydei subconsciously leaned into the touch, craving it, and Phainon’s protective pheromones helped to ground him a little.
The alpha’s gaze roamed over his face, eyes big and full of worries, eyebrows quivering, as he tried to decode what was going on inside Mydei’s mind. Mydei didn’t expect him to succeed; he had no idea either after all.
“I am not. They don’t,” the white-haired man said, his tone steadfast.
They stared at each other.
The room’s atmosphere was thick, filled to the brim with all sorts of pheromones; the remnants of the omega’s chaotic state of mind.
“Do you know why I didn’t smell it on me?” Phainon broke the silence.
Mydei shook his head, but it was not like the man was waiting for his answer to continue.
“Every morning I drench myself with your perfume because I want to smell you at every moment. My nose only picks up your scent. I could never smell anyone again but you with how much I douse myself with it,” he confessed in a breath, his eyes never leaving Mydei’s.
Mydei’s heartbeat quickened and he blushed fiercely, a mix of shame, embarrassment, and arousal. He squirmed under Phainon’s attention.
His secondary gender relished at the revelation, and he tried to squeeze his thighs together to prevent more slick from falling onto the wooden floor.
“Is this what it was about, Mydei? You think I would ever look at someone else, that I would desire another,” The blond wanted to avert his gaze, but Phainon’s hand slid to his chin to hold it firmly in place.
“You think I would want to have a child with another omega?”
Mydei gulped, his most traitorous thoughts finally exposed.
His silence was enough of an answer.
“You’re right, this is stupid,” Phainon agreed. “What’s stupid is not you, but that wild imagination of yours. Don’t ever think like that again.”
He cupped his face tenderly with both hands, and Mydei’s pupils expanded as the alpha brushed their noses together, his eyes fixated on the plush and inviting lips of his fiancé. “If you ever think like that again, I’ll have to show you how much I desire you.”
“Then show me,” Mydei breathed against his mouth.
Their lips crashed together in an instant, open and pliant, tongues tangling.
Mydei’s hands slid around Phainon’s torso to his back, gripping at fabrics - nails digging into it with enough strength to ensure that the alpha would be marked. A low groan resonated in Phainon’s chest at the action, the sound echoing through all of Mydei’s body, and the blond purred in return.
Heat coursed in their veins and their breath were heavy, the sounds of their panting and their blood pumping in their ears amplifying with each caress, each kiss.
Phainon focused on exploring the omega’s mouth like it was the first time they kissed, tongues tracing his teeth, plunging deeper into his throat, and Mydei’s knees went weak. He anchored himself by clenching harder on Phainon’s shirt, his pregnant belly pressing into the man’s sturdy body.
Mydei’s panty was ruined by the amount of slick he was producing; he could feel the sticky liquid brushing his rim and coasting his inner thighs. His hole was pulsing, wanting to be filled by the familiar width of his lover’s fingers or the girth of his cock. He cried a needy moan.
The omega’s hands raked down Phainon’s back. He then circled the man’s waist to fumble with the buckle, impatience and arousal making his movements sloppy. But Phainon stopped him and suddenly spined him around.
The action caught Mydei off guard and he let himself be manhandled, breath itching and eyes widening in surprise and excitement. He immediately looked away from his reflection in the large mirror.
Phainon slipped a knee between the blond’s trembling legs, leaving behind a trail of slick on his dark grey trousers as his leg slithered deeper. He pinned Mydei’s hands behind his back, always careful to not hurt him, and Mydei tried to squirm out of his grasp.
The position made something in the omega’s stomach flip, the slight pressure on his crotch enough to drive him crazy. His gaze was fixated on the strong thigh between his.
Phainon’s warmth enveloped him as the alpha leaned on him, kissing tenderly his temple, his cheekbone, the side of his neck, and Mydei shivered.
With his free hand, Phainon grabbed the omega’s chin. He nibbled at his lobe and Mydei closed his legs tighter around Phainon’s.
“Baby,” Phainon’s voice was hoarse - a sign of how equally affected he was by this.
“Look at yourself. Please,” he coaxed him. “I want you to see how beautiful you are.”
Mydei’s mind went crumbling, eyes still riveted on the floor, on that thigh - anywhere but on that cursed mirror. He barely registered Phainon guiding his head upwards till he saw golden irises and dark brown pupils staring back at him.
“See, how beautiful you are. How pretty,” Phainon breathed against his ear, planting scattered kisses all over the side of his face, his neck.
Mydei’s mouth went agape and he could no longer avert his eyes from his image in the mirror.
He looked perfectly unraveled; a flush coloured his cheeks and his chest, his gaze was unfocused, glazy, and his hair was dishevelled, sweaty bang sticking to his forehead. The lingerie set and the swirl of his tattoos complimented his skin tone and enthralling curves of his body. His round belly made him look divine, like an angelic being bringing life to earth.
Phainon’s thumb skimmed his lower lip to wipe away the drool that had pooled at the corner of the omega’s mouth. He pressed a longer kiss on his cheek and inhaled sharply Mydei’s pheromones, letting out a satisfied hum at the scent - arousal and affection.
“Mydei, you’re so … I have to hold back myself at every moment to not make love to you,” Phainon panted, tone growing needier.
The alpha’s body slumped even more against his and his leg glided further. The friction brought him back and Mydei bit his tongue to swallow back a whine.
Lost in pleasure, Phainon’s grasp on him loosened and the blond freed himself. His arms went up around Phainon's neck, and the alpha nuzzled in his hair, breathing deeply that sweet pomegranate scent.
Mydei pressed his weight down, knees shaking, and he started with a hesitant grind that almost made him orgasm, eyes rolling back; he had been too much on edge lately. Phainon whimpered in his ear, a filthy thing that betrayed how much he had also been wanting for this, and his hands settled on the omega’s hips to guide him.
The needy sounds only served to encourage Mydei to increase his pace, his grinds taking a steady rhythm. But he didn’t rush it, drinking in every shaky exhale, every shiver of his lover at each brush of his ass against the man’s prominent boner.
His panty was soaking wet, so wet that the fabrics had turned transparent, and he was leaking so much on Phainon that the undergarment was basically useless.
Mydei thought of stripping off of it and also ripping Phainon’s trousers, wishing to carve himself onto the alpha’s skin and to feel the hardened muscles slide against his bare legs, but he was entranced by the sight before him, his own reflection.
His eyes traced down the lines of his body. A strap of his bra falling off, brownish nip peeking out, and his own growing desire in the flimsy panty he was wearing accentuated the lewd looks, rendering him breathless. He also took in the sight of Phainon behind him, head lulling in the slope of his neck, eyes closed and pink lips singing moans - the man was completely gone, undone.
“A-are you … still looking at yourself, love?” Phainon managed to whisper and his grasps on Mydei’s tightened.
Mydei audibly gulped.
“... Yes,” he replied, voice shaky and golden eyes never straying away from the image in the mirror.
“Good boy.”
The omega trembled at the praise, tension building up in his groin, and he continued to ride Phainon’s thigh, seeking out his climax. He knew his alpha was close too as he felt a dampness spreading on Phainon’s crotch with every grind of his hips.
He chased the feeling, going faster, but not forgetting to pay attention to his lover’s needs by grinding his ass closer to his boner, applying more pressure there that coaxed another whine from Phainon.
Mydei finally felt something snap inside him and he came loudly, squirting slick copiously down Phainon’s thigh. Arms falling to his sides, his head lolled back and tears gathered at the corner of his eyes from overstimulation as Phainon continued to guide his hips up and down. His eyelids were heavy, nonsensical sobs escaping his lips.
The alpha’s climax followed shortly after and he came in his pants, rutting and groaning against Mydei’s pliant body.
When the blond opened his eyes again, they were both staring at each other in the mirror, panting, skin flushed and clothes messy and stained; they made quite the indecent sight.
Phainon smiled at him, face lighting up with adoration. He kissed Mydei’s cheek and his hands glided around his hips to cradle his pregnant belly.
“I hope that you’ll remember this, Mydei. There will never be another one than you and our baby in my heart, and in my mind,” he said in a low and gentle tone.
Mydei hummed, content, and he bumped his head with Phainon’s, turning slightly to peck him on the cheek in return.
“I love you,” the omega mouthed.
Phainon’s grin stretched and he captured Mydei’s lips slowly, tenderly.
They parted a minute later and Phainon’s eyes went back to the mirror, studying openly his fiancé’s figure once more. “You’re so beautiful,” he could not help himself from repeating.
Mydei blushed fiercely, both at the compliment and from the embarrassment he felt now that he had calmed down from his emotional outburst. He glanced at Phainon, heart swelling with affection.
His lover was breathtakingly beautiful; the flush of his skin contrasting with the white of his hair, his blue eyes shining like crystals. Features soft but defined, he looked like a knight from a fairytale.
“You’re not so bad yourself, you know. Though, I think you’d look better without those clothes on,” Mydei teased him, a smirk playing on his lips.
Phainon chuckled, one hand raising to put back the strap of Mydei’s bra that had slipped off earlier. “I could take them off, I guess.” His smile turned playful, “But don’t take yours off, I want to see you like that under me.”
He turned the omega around and sealed their lips once more. Mydei smiled against his lips, totally enamoured.
“Let’s go to bed then,” he pulled away to take Phainon’s hand, ushering him towards the bed, his eyes crinkling with amusement.
He felt loved and desired, and he was going to make sure that Phainon felt just the same.