"Take me," he pleaded, the words dripping with desire. His voice was sultry, each word filled with longing and anticipation. "Make me yours, let us become one." His lips brushed against Sean's in another burning, passionate kiss, sealing their desires with every lingering moment.
Hearing the Omega's plea, Sean wasted no chance and spread Yves' legs wider, stroking and lubricating his hardening with the blond's sweet slick before he finally buried himself deep within the blond's warmth.
Even if Yves was already familiar with Sean's body warmth—having been possessing Ryota's body to have sex with the man several times in the past—something felt foreign this time.
Could it be that the guilt he had towards Ryota made him feel this way?
As the blond succumbed under Sean's dominion, who trapped his much smaller body underneath him as he busily pounded him hard from behind, a strange illusion appeared before Yves.
