Tiza leads Benji into their bedroom, where Aosh is already sitting on the edge of the bed, in a pair of shorts and a light hoodie. The Alpha perks up and after bringing Tiza in front of Aosh, Benji lays at the foot of the bed with a huff.
"Okay, are you ready?" Tiza asks.
"Whenever you are." Aosh answers, he smiles but his hands grip the sheets under him in anticipation.
Aosh's legs are spread slightly and Tiza comes between them, bracing himself on Aosh's knees first then letting his hands slide up to the tops of his thighs. The muscles underneath his palms feel tense and he resists the urge to squeeze them. Aosh's hair is loose and wild, draping over his shoulders and obscuring his neck. Slowly, Tiza brings a hand up to brush the hair away and behind Aosh's ear, letting the backs of his knuckles graze the spot where he's supposed to bite. Tiza's eyes flit to Aosh's, curious, and sees Aosh looking straight down; the skin of his cheeks a touch darker than usual.
"Are you sure about this? You look uncomfortable."
"I'm fine." The Alpha is barely able to choke out.
Rubbing the sheets between his fingers, Aosh tries to focus on the feel of the fabric and not the warmth of Tiza between his legs or what's about to happen. It's supposed to feel nauseating and uncomfortable for an Alpha to be bit on their scent glands, and Aosh really hopes it does because he was feeling….the exact opposite right now. This was supposed to be punishment, it wasn't supposed to feel good.
Lightly, Tiza presses the tips of his fingers to the side of Aosh's neck to make sure he finds the right spot, then after he finds it he leans in.
'I'll have to bite pretty hard,' the Omega thinks.
He doesn't have sharp enough canines to easily puncture the skin. Their chests meet as Tiza closes the space between them, and he hopes Aosh can't feel how hard his heart is hammering in his chest. He has to remind himself this wasn't him taking initiative, Aosh asked for this first! So why did he feel like he was about to explode from embarrassment?
His lips meet Aosh's scent gland for a second before his mouth opens. Aosh holds his breath in anticipation. What follows is a small nip Aosh can only describe as ticklish; he lets out the breath he was holding.
Then Tiza bites him for real.
A gasp escapes the Alpha as Tiza bears down on his neck, breaking the skin. It's like electricity from the point they are connected, where Tiza's teeth sink inside him. Aosh hoped for nausea, prayed for discomfort, but he found himself sucking in the breath that was taken from him through clenched teeth.
It felt impossibly good.
A dangerous cocktail of pain and pleasure that Aosh worries he might become addicted to; his eyes flutter close as he gets lost in the sensation. It makes him tremble where he sits; the tips of his fingers and his toes curl in an unknown form of ecstasy. Usually timid hands slide up Aosh's thighs further, to hold his waist as Tiza presses into him; a deep, satisfied hum thrumming from Tiza's chest straight to Aosh's.
Pressing further, Tiza inadvertently sends Aosh back onto the bed, himself now sprawled on top of the Alpha. Lost in the sensation as well, Tiza keeps going, keeping his body firmly pressed against Aosh's, losing himself in the other's scent.
When blood trickles across his lips, it brings him back, and Tiza pulls away. He beholds the work he has done; a distinct open mouth mark, already bruising violet and navy, with little beads of blood speckling the teeth indentations. An urge stirs inside Tiza when he looks at it. Something dark, primal, and possessive. An urge to do it again and again until Aosh is covered in teeth marks.
Aosh looks up and catches the dark look in his fated mate's eyes, and how it seems familiar even though he's certain he's never seen it before. Desperately he wants to push Tiza's face back onto him, he wants to be ravaged by that mouth in every way possible, until he is left writhing and begging for more.
Aosh is looking at him so intensely, he can see the way that his eyes trace the curve of his mouth, and he thinks that maybe now, finally, Aosh was going to kiss him. He's so sure in fact, the Omega leans forward and purses his lips slightly in preparation.
The moment Tiza presses their bodies further together, Aosh's eyes go wide and he scrambles off the bed, practically throwing Tiza off of him.
"I-I-I'm going to go get a bandage!" Aosh exclaims, stopping the blood flow with one hand and pulling the edge of his hoodie down with the other. Quickly, Aosh absconds to the bathroom, leaving his fated mate laying on the bed wondering what the fuck just happened.
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Aosh spends a long time in the bathroom, leaving Tiza too much time with his thoughts, especially after what they just did. With the taste of Aosh still fresh on his tongue, the Omega sidles up the bed and buries himself under the covers. It feels like a million bees are buzzing around inside him and his skin burns in embarrassment.
Okay… he had to admit he really liked that. More than he probably should have. But it seemed like Aosh might not feel the same way.
His body shifts slightly, to get his hips in a more comfortable position, and he immediately feels evidence of how much he liked biting Aosh right between his legs. The comforter comes higher as Tiza buries his face in it, groaning in annoyance.
Definitely more than he should have.
Biting Aosh felt so good. Just like the firmness of Aosh's thighs felt good under his hands. So firm and so biteable. And the sounds the Alpha made as Tiza bared down onto his neck; they were so erotic, almost like he was encourging Tiza to bite harder. But there was no way Aosh had enjoyed being bitten, no Alpha does. That didn't stop Tiza's brain from imagining Aosh under him, flushed and panting while he littered his body with teeth marks.
Teeth marks were a symbol of betrothal in their society, much like a wedding ring was. It had such heavy implications. And yet Tiza wanted to mottle Aosh's body with his mark. He wanted to be so bold as to claim this Alpha as his own. He...wanted Aosh all too himself.
The bathroom door has yet to open. Tiza bites his lip.
Here he was, raring to go, perfectly willing, and the Alpha who made him this way is hiding in the bathroom. This usually isn't how things are supposed to go. If it was any other Alpha, Tiza would be pinned to the bed by now, begging for mercy, lost in the throes of passion.
But Aosh was far from a regular Alpha.
And yet Tiza still treated him like he was. If he really thought about it, Aosh has been looking forward to all this far longer than he has. He might be overwhelmed and maybe a little shy. The Alpha also respected boundaries more than others, so the distance he has put between them recently could be because of that. As much as he was embarrassed to take the initiative, it might be what he needs to do.
He was really horny right now, he could convince himself to do a lot of things if he was in the mood.
Tiza quietly calls Benji over and heads to the door.
"Do you need help?" Tiza calls, after knocking on the door.
"No! No, I'm fine!" Aosh's voice doesn't convey that he is fine at all.
"Are you sure?"
"..."
No answer, huh? Tiza pulls the hair clip from the side of his head, uses the side of it to undo the lock, and opens the door.
The package of bandages hits the floor as Aosh jumps in surprise. Aosh looks more than flustered, his hands too busy trying to secure the bandage in place to cover up his obvious arousal showing through his shorts. The Alpha fumbles around trying to cover his indecency and apologize.
"I-it's not what it looks like!" he manages to say.
Part of Tiza really wants to ask what it is then, if Aosh isn't aroused. The number of things it could be were pretty small. But he came in here with one thing in mind, and after seeing that Aosh was just as affected as him, Tiza didn't want to wait any longer.
Without a word he grabs Aosh by the wrist and moves it to the side so he can see for himself. Yep. That was a pretty big outline. Impressive. Aosh looks down at him, the shame clear as day on his face.
"Aosh it's ok. Let me help."
Aosh looks at him in disbelief, and the next moment he's led back to the bed. He hadn't heard wrong had he? Was Tiza suggesting...what he thinks he's suggesting? The Alpha and Omega sit on the edge of the bed, a hair apart.
"You don't have to be ashamed. It's only natural. And it's okay for us to help each other, when things get like this," Tiza says, letting his fingertips dance across Aosh's knee.
Aosh was really confused right now so he had to clarify, "Even for friends, it's ok?"
Tiza cocks an eyebrow, confused himself, because in his mind they were already past 'being friends'. Everything that happened on New Years and even right now was a testament to that. If he had to put a label on it Tiza was 'feeling things out' right now. Maybe Aosh meant in general? Even so Tiza answered:
"Yes, even for friends."
It was ok for friends to do this sort of thing? Maybe it was because Aosh never had a friendship like this before that he didn't know this. He always thought that was what friends with benefits did. But then they also cuddled and slept together as well. Wasn't that also normal? Or was Tiza trying to tell him he wanted to be friends with benefits?
That had to be what this was, right?
If Aosh started to wonder how many friends Tiza has done this with in the past, he might get a little jealous. The Omega seemed so casual in saying all this, it couldn't be his first time suggesting this to someone. If they crossed this line...Aosh doesn't know if his heart would be able to take it.
He wanted Tiza in that way, but he also wanted all of Tiza; his heart, body, and soul. Even if there were only one sided feelings involved could he still do this? Could his heart handle it? Or if he let this opportunity slip by, would he regret it?
Tiza leans in closer, face inches from his, "Don't throw up this time, ok?" he whispers before closing the gap between them.
It's a weird sensation, Tiza kissing him, it was so familiar, like the softness of his lips had already become acquainted with his own before. Telling him not to throw up was also odd, but Aosh's brain disregards the comment entirely as the other's lips gently work against his.
Was this really happening? Aosh pull's back, a barrage of questions wanting to spill out, but Tiza follows, kissing him again. The Omega's lips, so soft and supple, start to make Aosh melt; his brain turning into mush to the point he just kisses back. If this was really happening then the questions could wait couldn't they?
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~Thirty minutes and two orgasms later~
A bloody towel hangs off the bathroom sink, looking like it came straight from a horror movie. Beside the sink, Aosh sits on the toilet, hair done up in a sloppy bun to keep it away from his wound, bare chest riddled with teeth marks. Tiza stands above him, properly cleaning the bite mark on his scent gland with an antiseptic and a cotton ball.
It had finally stopped bleeding, the cause of the sudden burst of blood probably being Aosh's elevated blood pressure, causing the wound to re-open during their little joint masturbation session. Aosh winces from the sting, Benji who sits next to Tiza lays his head on the Alpha's leg, trying to comfort him.
Tiza doesn't have it in him to feel bad about making Aosh gush blood, he's still reeling from taking the initiative to be intimate with Aosh and finally coming to terms that he was in love. If anything he is more disappointed that he can't see his mark anymore when he finally smooths the bandage onto the other's neck.
"Can...can I ask you something?" Aosh quietly says, eyes trained towards the bathroom tile.
"What?" Tiza stands back to look at his handiwork before deeming Aosh good as new.
Aosh actually had a lot of questions. Too many. Some of them he's more afraid to ask than others. A little voice inside him says that if he asks the wrong questions, he might drive Tiza away. It's the same voice that tells him that if he does the wrong thing, tries to have what he wants, that he'll end up alone and with nothing. That voice...it's been so loud recently. And it's because of his fear that he listens to it. For now he can convince himself that he is ok with this, being friends with benefits with Tiza. He would have to be or risk Tiza leaving, so he doesn't even dare to ask about that.
Instead Aosh files through the list of questions and picks the one that seems the least problematic.
"Why are you still wearing her collar?"
Tiza's hand comes up to brush against his neck unconsciously, forgetting that it was there, fingers running over the expensive material. Remembering that it belonged to her, that it symbolized him belonging to Valencia, made him queasy. He wished he could get rid of it.
"It's the only one I have now. She threw away my old one."
"How does it feel? Wearing a collar."
"You get used to it after a while, but altogether it's annoying."
Aosh has gone silent. His fingers rub over the edges of the bandage, looking like he wants to say something. Finally he looks at Tiza, his face serious yet flustered.
"I have one more thing I want you to help me with...for solidarity's sake."
Aosh leans over and whispers his request in Tiza's ear even though they are the only two in the room. Heat spreads across freckled cheeks, but the Omega agrees to help.