Hugh comes over and shows us the results. The photos are seriously hot, and I have to admit, without false modesty, we both look damn good. And the chemistry between us is screaming loud.
We stand there for a moment, scrolling through the photos in silence.
"I suggested to our management that we make beautiful albums for you, your first shared album. Nice idea, right?" Hugh asks, clearly fishing for a compliment, but neither of us responds.
The class soon is over, and we head back home.
There’s this strange atmosphere between us, things unsaid hanging in the air, but for me it’s overlaid with persistent arousal, sometimes low-key, sometimes more acute.
Later, back home, I take a shower, trying to cool my head a bit, but it simplywon’twork.
My suspicion that I might actually be dealing with some freak beta heat seems more and more likely. Dammit.
My hand goes down on its own and grabs my dick. I feel like I’m on the verge of orgasming all the time, but stroking doesn’t really cut it here. I figure that out pretty fast after spurting all over the wall, panting and fighting the strong clenching in my ass. It just doesn’t go away, and it’s frustrating.
Suddenly, I hear pretty loud knocking on the door. Yeah, I guess my gasps and moans weren’t exactlysubtle, and the young alpha took the hint, duh.
I might as well let him in; I’m too far gone to care that he catches me gripping my own shaft like some desperate perv.
So I do.
Eliano is… naked. Oh, how convenient.
He fixes his eyes on me, and yeah.
I make another call!
Just can’t help it.
This time I even know what it is, some clumsy AO version of saying ‘hey, I need a fucking orgasm!’. Because apparently standing here with my reddened dick on full display isn’t clear enough, my body decides to throw in a few embarrassing sound effects too.
Eliano says nothing, just joins me.
Our lips meet in a tornado of frantic, bite-y, nibble-y kisses, and before long it turns into a full-on, heated make-out session under a fine spray of warm water. Soon, he presses me against the tiles and slides down onto his knees. I gasp the moment he spreads my ass cheeks, and the sudden warm, soft feeling of his tongue swirling into my hole turns me into jelly. I let out a shudder and steady myself with my elbows against the tiles, my ass jutting out toward Eliano.
Everything happens in silence, and good, since I’m not in the mood for talking, I just go along. I discover how much I love rimming, to the point that when Eliano reaches in front of me and wraps his fingers around my straining dick, he has to make just a handful of moves before I am splashing the tiles with long spurts of cum while he unloads on the shower floor. Well, being in the shower stall makes it no issue.
None of us comments on it, as if we both smoothly slid into our roles, him as my ‘heat helper’ and me as… uh… the one being served.
That afternoon there is another erotic film screening.
This time the story is contemporary, very much in the hurt-to-comfort vein.
It follows a beta who had been a caregiver for a couple’s child. The omega dies in a car accident, leaving the alpha widowed with a small child. The beta stays by his side, offering emotional support and forming a bond with the child. The alpha-beta relationship slowly transforms into something more. I have to admit the film is well made, the emotions feel surprisingly real and moving, and everyone seems to be rooting for the couple.
Eventually the beta and alpha reach their first sex scene, and it is genuinely hot.
My hole, from being permanently wet, progresses to dripping.
The hell, how do omegas even survive the heat insanity? It’s so annoying, and my hole just lost its virginity and is already craving to be used again? Am I even going to stay in one piece?
But despite my doubts, my body doesn’t care whatsoever; it just gears up, feral and hungry.
I glance at Eliano and find him already watching me, his gaze dark and heated, like a hunter sizing up prey.
An AO sound rips out of him, low and vibrating, one I’ve never heard before. How was I even able to hear it? The sound is really weird, super low, like a didgeridoo. Did my hearing just improve? Damn.
Oh well, no time to analyze it! I let out a funny-needy squeak of invitation, and Eliano is on it.
