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Harry watched Brit leave his office with hurried steps. The omega had returned to his job after a morning of him being in a good mood to rehire him. The omega had become slightly more poised, deciphering when he could make biting comments and when he couldn't, which was genuinely nice for a change.
Of course, there were still aggressive comments about him being a kind of dragon who kept his workers imprisoned and enslaved. He couldn't care less about their opinion, after all, he somehow knew that they were efficient just for the simple fact that they worked for him.
The door was always open for anyone who wanted to leave, and he encouraged them to do so if they could not stand the drudgery of the work. It seemed almost childish to him that people who worked no more than eight hours a day should live day in and day out complaining, he was the one who on a good day worked twelve hours refusing to overwork himself by failing to get a second efficient enough in which to unload.
He leaned back in his chair and let out an audible sigh. It was Saturday night and he needed a good night's sleep, maybe a holiday he couldn't afford yet, so he settled for the first option.
It had been a month since he had been with him . Of course, he pretended not to be obsessed, though it seemed to be unavoidable. He'd been out, fucked and at least gone back to the 'hole' lounge once again finding a bouquet of willing cunts for him, not one ass, no omega with milky skin and a pink bud waiting for him.
It had been slightly frustrating, but not so frustrating that he hadn't enjoyed it. There was just clearly something special and different about that omega and his indecipherable scent. The way he took him in, the way he moaned and pleaded for him.
He stood up, grabbing his jacket, deciding it was time to go home, get at least five hours of sleep and wake up for the night. Maybe then he could go to the nightclub on the first floor of Illicit and get an omega to enjoy, he was particularly eager and recognised that there was no better restorative sleep than that which came after a few good orgasms.
He didn't go out of his way to seek him out, he knew the club owner had the details of the participating omegas, but not because he was his friend would he break that confidentiality and he wasn't too desperate to know how to push it.
Despite his tough facade, Harry was the kind of free alpha who let it all hang out, if that omega was destined to be under his body indefinitely or landing in his bed with constancy then so be it. He didn't have many clues, but he felt that somehow the ghost of his skin, the taste and scent of his lube... his voice, had made a dent in his mind.
He didn't know his face or his scent, but he felt there were all those other things he could recognise him by.
He would be a devoted omega and open his beautiful legs, allowing him to see and kiss again that mark he had discovered. That little map as he decided to name it, a barely dark speck that seemed to be an overgrown mole hidden in his crotch and that he had kissed recognising a legitimate mark of the omega he had fucked and that had clicked inside him.
He had declined to use his vehicle, freeing George from Saturday work deciding he could drive himself.
When his van started up, he set off on his way home, hoping for a good afternoon's sleep and after that a long and pleasant enough night. However, he didn't know why that day more than any other that little mark was on his mind.
Louis thought maybe he should use his money for something productive like hiring someone to do his shopping for him. On a day like that he was too lazy to do routine shopping, he'd had a wedding the day before and he was up late; yet somehow his chip to do something productive out of bed prompted him to go out.
He had enough money to have a maid to take care of his food, shopping and various trades, but he loved his privacy too much, even the solitude of his flat. His colleagues had called him stingy, but in reality, he was not, because he used his money for things he did consider necessary, NGOs, buying property, building schools in forgotten countries, but he preferred not to brag about it.
He had money to spare and he could use it for things like that.
As someone who had been born into an extremely religious middle-class family and as the fourth sibling in line, he became accustomed to precariousness, but also to independence. People often saw him for what he was at that point, but were clearly unaware of all that lay behind.
Because of this and many other circumstances, it was not indispensable for him to have service around him, people helping him to dress, cook for him or do the shopping. He admitted that he did make use of exclusive places because, after all, he liked to feel safe, which is why he lived in a place in the most expensive section of the city, with exclusive shops where he could walk around in peace.
He admitted that he was often uncomfortable with the frivolity of people with money, but it was that same frivolity that allowed him to have some kind of anonymity, to be what they thought he was and go unnoticed.
In his service he had only Rob, his driver and also a guard, when necessary, the only one he trusted, a retired beta major in the English army. He had never needed much protection, but if he did, then there was the beta, who just happened to be dressed casually and walked beside him pushing the trolley while he threw things.
Parallel to Rob, there was an omega who came at least four times a week to do the cleaning. He hardly knew her face, he would arrive when he had left for work and leave before he arrived. If he was too exhausted to cook dinner, he would exceptionally tell the woman to make him something to eat and transfer additional money for a service that was not covered.
For the rest he would take care of his food.
"Are you going out today?" asked the beta next to him in a soft tone.
Louis put aside the bottles of shampoo he was currently comparing in the absence of stock of his favourite brand. He hadn't thought about it, without realising it had been almost three weeks since he'd last been out.
Brit had been landing in his bed or he in his, just as an old alpha friend had gone and fucked him in his nest. But he hadn't really been out having fun. It was probably because they had really had a difficult paper to review on a law that was being sued and they had a lot of social pressure on their decision.
Of course, he had people under him projecting judgments and briefs, but in the face of a crucial decision he didn't just want to stick to what was projected, he wanted his own analysis and scrutiny, so he had been studying comparative law.
The paper had been done two days before and he never felt so relaxed as when he was relieved of that burden and his fellow judges supported his projection.
Back then, with someone like Rob as his confidant who drove him everywhere, he understood why he somehow missed the beta not having an outing for fun, especially when he urged him to do so given his fast-paced life.
"You know," he asked the beta, looking straight into his grey eyes, "I think I will, I need to. The wedding yesterday was fun, but I don't like to look too prissy and I really don't like being among the elite people" he admitted.
The beta smiled sympathetically at him.
He would go out and fuck of course, maybe dance and completely forget about what his social standing entailed. Besides, of course he was in need of a mind-blowing orgasm, of something illicit and that meant only one thing to him, he should visit Illicit .
As he was taking a bath earlier that day in the afternoon to get ready to go out, he found himself living again that vivid fantasy that had haunted him for the last month. He saw himself being fucked helplessly, helpless, vulnerable to a big alpha who used him as he wished.
He relished the feeling of giving up control and he had almost raved about the sensation, even if he concentrated hard, he could almost relive every moment of those minutes where he was fucked. He recalled his desperation to growl, to see, to be held as his hole burned from the bestial intrusions. He remembered the hard, forceful rhythm and his hole contracting. He had found himself desperate with his libido even higher, coming to Brit more times in the last month than had happened in their entire relationship as friends with rights.
The other omega treated him as obsessed, because he shouldn't have hooked up with a faceless alpha, shouldn't have felt familiar just by the feel of how he fucked him or how calloused his hands were.
He found himself moving his fingers to his ass, with the phantom sensation of that cock fucking him, of the hands caressing his buttocks and thighs with veneration.... He was sore, he needed to fuck, but at the same time he thought that if there was a God of lust, he would let him fuck that alpha again.
He pressed his forehead to the cold tile letting the warm water fall on his head and soothe a little the tingling that burned his body all over. He moaned as he found a suitable beat and pushed his ass against his fingers, taking him back to that night in the box.
He spread his legs wider, leaning over a little more, looking for depth. He had a range of dildos that could help him, but he was too needy to stop and look. His mouth was dry as his moans increased and he continued to fuck himself.
"Alpha" he whispered lost, intoxicated.
He needed an alpha badly, it was a night he valued the knots, so he had to get out maybe if he fucked another stranger, that feeling of the other alpha that had marked him would leave his body and he could continue.
He pushed his fingers against his prostate deciding that was enough torture, he needed to come. In those moments, his omega and mind brought up a fact he had not over analysed regarding that night in the box.
His mind took him there again, the first instant he felt something different. That slender cock was torturing his prostate, he could hear the grunts of the alpha fucking him and his minty scent. Then there was a presence, a warmth on his skin, a coffee aroma. When he cum and that cock left him, the touch was almost immediately quenching the heat of his skin.
Had he seen him?
Had that alpha seen how someone else fucked him? How someone else fucked him wide with his cock?
Louis moaned loudly and then, the exhibitionist part of his being was satisfied, he cum so hard his legs shook to the point of sliding to his knees. His body trembled at the thought of that male watching a cock defile his body and yet he entered him and obliterated everything else, almost, reluctantly teaching him that, though he may be fucked by more alphas... he was supreme and Louis could feel it in his bones.
With trembling hands, he closed the shower and remained there until the haze of orgasm and recognition left him.
Harry arrived at Illicit just after ten in the evening. He looked impeccable as ever, his black linen trousers, contrasted with the dark red suede jacket he wore and the brown lapels that adorned it, underneath he wore nothing but a small shirt that left a little more of his strong neck and pecs on display, without being vulgar.
He looked like he was born a business alpha and wore suits. He loved etiquette and formal dress too much, except for those small spaces where he allowed himself to be just a little more flexible.
Before arriving at the big club, he had gone to dinner with an old friend who was trying to do business with him, but Harry wasn't too interested in going into the cosmetics industry. He fiddled with his rings as a serving omega approached him and began pouring him a glass of brandy.
He settled back on the couch, spreading his legs a little and leaning back against the fine leather of the large armchair in the V.I.P. area. It was an arrogant pose and he almost made no effort to look the part, it was natural, almost on a par with his commanding aura without even opening his mouth. From where he stood, he had a privileged view of the dance floor without being high up.
I knew that in the other places even on the dance floor there were people having sex, going to the rooms was an option, not an obligation. There were coloured handles with preferences of each one that let you know when to approach and when not to and not only with respect to gender.
He had black that day, which showed an interest in dominance and blue, an interest in omegas regardless of gender. He would have chosen orange for male omegas, but that could mean a long night without one or at least one of his interests. He decided not to close himself off to females, although he admitted he would prefer a male.
His rings constantly tapped the glass of brandy in his hand as he kept his eyes on the dance floor, stalking every person there. He took a sip feeling the bitterness hit his palate, endured it haughtily and waited.
Louis entered the floor where the disco and dark areas (which were not really that dark) of Illicit were located. The number of sweaty bodies dancing in the middle of the dance floor, half-naked omegas being groped, alphas kissing and dry humping other alphas, betas wiggling on one of the many pipes in the place, the raucous music overwhelmed his ears and he just wanted to start dancing.
He had to admit that the DJ's taste as well as the atmosphere of Illicit was not always conducive to electronic music, but more subdued, more sensual music, like a light invitation to live out the most perverse fantasies, or so he felt.
Under the blue light in the midst of a crowd of people his discreet handles glistened in the light darkness. Purple, he asked for alpha, a male alpha specifically and also, white, the dangerous handle, a free pass of whatever they wanted with him, but only one person, if he had wanted an orgy or gang bang, he would have yellow.
He had already used yellow and loved it, but that night he didn't want so many cocks to deal with and to be moved from one side to the other, too many scents. Thirdly he wanted just one. Although in his mind he conjured up which one in particular he wanted, he ignored it.
"I feel love" by Donna Summer was beginning to play and already he felt ecstatic. Louis recognised that there were songs of that kind that always prompted a part of his brain to desire a particular thing. Maybe because he led to some past memory or past lives where he had done something like that, he didn't know, but that song brought to his mind snorting and being stoned riding a cock.
Drugs had been part of his early adulthood discovering himself in the world. College gave him the opportunity and he enjoyed it, he was a boy genius who had matured quickly, studied barely resting to jump from cock to cock and go slang.
He liked to think his duality was perfect, the mix between the mundane and the politically correct, his point being, neither part of his being mixed.
He raised his hands once the fine voice of the disco queen clogged his ears, before he began to sway his hips languidly, almost as if he was drunk, and perhaps he was because of the mix of scents and sex in the air. He moaned low as the mesh fabric of his nightgown scraped a little against his aroused nipples from the contrast of the cold and heat of the room and the moving bodies.
He hummed along to the music as he moved his hands up and down his body, almost as if warming himself. All around him were many people, with and without masks, some familiar faces and bedfellows or fuck buddies. He didn't take his off, it was simple, not too flashy, but it protected his identity.
His scent was hidden again, even though he had smells of oranges, mints, strawberries, peaches.... Varied, intertwined. He felt hands on his hips and the scent of wood intoxicating him. There was a bulge behind him and soft breathing against the back of his neck.
It had been really fast, but he continued to dance too concentrated, as those hands roamed his hips and the alpha went with his rhythm. In that tiny instant he looked up and before him he saw him.
There was an alpha before him on a large couch in the defined area, the V.I.P. users. His green eyes did not leave him the moment he saw him. Next to the alpha was an omega with small boobs exposed to the air. She was wearing a dress that hinted that the neckline had been pulled down just to show her breasts and the alpha looked impassive at that.
Then, he lubricated.
The alpha looked dominant, overbearing, unattainable and watched him with insight, as if he could know him and undress him. Louis wanted to get down on his knees and apologise without knowing why. The alpha had a glass of liquor in his right hand, he had rings, each of them silver, even one of them looked like a lion, he couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he was focused on the details.
He wiggled his hips against the alpha behind him who grunted as his scent thickened, probably thinking his arousal was from him.
He couldn't have been more wrong.
He followed the other hand of the mysterious alpha, which was on the neck of the female next to him, who had her chestnut hair covering her face a little as she tried to kiss the alpha's neck extension. And the alpha, he selflessly pinched the female's hard nipple, twisted it and Louis swore that even where he stood, he could hear her moan.
He himself moaned at the image, but most of all at the power that alpha exuded.
Then he looked down at the rest of his face, barely illuminated superficially. He wasn't one to hide, at least not in the disco area, he didn't seem to mind at all and in any case, Illicit was a safe place, there were confidentiality agreements. What he did for himself and the other people was either for extra security or simply out of embarrassment to acknowledge what they were.
He moaned again as the alpha behind him kissed his neck. While he remained focused on the alpha's form. He had a hard, defined jaw. A filleted nose and his hair was short and almost a chocolate colour. His eyes were large, but beyond that, they were cold and impassive, almost reproachful.
The alpha dancing with him turned his face and kissed him; he gladly received, moaning against his mouth. Louis, he recognised thin lips and a soft, enticing scent. The alpha behind him wiggled his movements against him, until he released his lips.
His gaze returned again to the alpha who had his omega restless and at the same time had him aroused. At that moment he noticed that the alpha had leaned a little towards the brunette, who Louis doesn't know at what point removed her underwear and had her legs spread wide open.
Her pussy was wet, almost dripping and that shouldn't have turned him on any more. She looked destroyed, almost agonised with her head thrown back biting her lips as the sleek alpha sucked on one of her small nipples. Louis brought his hands to his bulge and stroked his erection over his tight trousers and felt his hole ooze more lube.
"Alpha," said in a soft murmur.
The omega before him stroked her pussy almost desperately as the alpha continued to clamp down on her nipple. When she cums, he maintained his calm pose and took a sip of the drink in his right hand as if the female next to him wasn't convulsing in orgasm, her pussy on display and her two fingers barely covering her clit.
Then he squeezed his covered cock, he was going to cum completely forgetting the alpha that was rocking against him from behind. The unknown alpha's gaze narrowed and he stopped, almost as if he had received a silent command.
He noticed that the alpha helped by leaving a kiss on the female's cheek and seemed to dismiss her, because Louis saw her adjust her cleavage, close her legs and arrange her dress.
The song ended and the alpha had whispered something in his ear. Louis couldn't remember what it was, he just shook his head softly. He nervously took a couple of steps forward. The alpha he had categorised as mysterious finally had a face and name, it was Brit's abusive boss; he had known him from pictures.
Harry Styles.
He couldn't stop himself, he felt somehow hypnotised, just watching him, analysing himself, while the alpha looked calm, lying there in his alpha pose drinking from his glass. Louis wondered how the rings on his hands would mark his white skin after a little spanking.
He wasn't properly a fan of pleasure pain, only submission, but in the midst of his sexual adventures he had done it a few times.
Then he made a gesture that took his breath away.
One, two, three...
The alpha patted his left leg in an invitation... to sit on his lap. His cock twitched with interest and his hole lubricated more.
He forgot the alpha he intended to flirt with and with sweaty hands and legs trembling in anticipation he advanced towards the alpha. Once he was in front of him, he noticed that the alpha's pits dilated, probably inhaling his scent of arousal and lubricant that stained his underwear shamefully.
"How do you want me, sir?" he murmured in a velvety voice, just a little loud enough to be heard above the noise of the music.
"With your back to me, dear," the thick voice told him and Louis shivered slightly. It was thick and strong, almost commanding "I want each of your pretty legs to be on the sides of my left leg."
Louis suddenly felt small the moment his wet ass made contact with the alpha's lap he felt an electricity run through him. Somehow the feel of Harry's leg in between his thighs was strong, dominant, as if he was a mere doll, his puppet.
His feet barely touched the floor.
The alpha's hands curled around his waist and pressed harder against his chest and also rubbed his pompous ass against what felt like an erection, hard, long.... thick. Louis wiggled slightly, settling in too, and then they were comfortable.
The omega fantasised about that thick cock wondering what it would feel like inside him. Then a tongue flicked across his earlobe causing him to moan quietly. He felt the alpha inhale directly from his neck as if searching for a scent that would be hard for the suppressants to find.
More lube was released and he moved slightly in search of his release. He could cum just by moving a little more in the alpha's lap.
" Hold still " the alpha said in a sinister voice in his ear. He stopped immediately and sobbed slightly, suddenly feeling fragile. "I didn't tell you that you could move against me, let alone cum, slut ."
Louis bit his lips, nodding repeatedly, almost feeling guilty for upsetting that alpha.
"Tell me dear," the alpha said in a gentler tone that was a far cry from the terms he had just used. A ringed hand moved to his small cock above his trousers and stroked it eliciting a moan. The alpha moved his hand up and down over the fabric "Why are you hiding your scent from your alpha? "
Louis moaned with his eyes filled with tears struggling with his orgasm only because of what he was experiencing in that instant.
"I'm sorry, alpha," he said in a quiet voice.
Soft cushioned lips left a kiss on his jaw causing him to sigh. The alpha released his scent and then, she felt it, a scent of bitter coffee laced with excitement.
What were the chances it was the same person?
Louis couldn't know, but he wouldn't focus on finding out, so he pushed the memory to the back of his mind. The scents repeated among the individuals, he knew there was an individual scent, a touch that made them unique, but he was too intoxicated to delve into the scent and at the same time, a part of him was scared.
As if he were a puppet, before the eyes of anyone who looked into the place where he stood could see them, Harry began to unbutton his trousers and didn't stop even when the waitress arrived and before his eyes, the alpha held out his glass to be refilled with liquor. Louis wanted to kiss him and taste through his lips what the alpha consumed.
Harry remained calm, he even took a drink and lowered his slide with the omega standing there, unmoving, as if waiting for a command.
"Be gentle sweetheart and pull your nice cock out for me" he said again in a dark tone in her ear.
Louis bit his lip and excitement curled in his belly; he didn't know if he could be any wetter, but at that point he felt like everyone in that nightclub could smell how turned on he was.
All because he liked to show off... Louis liked a conglomeration of things, but if that was knotted with being exposed in public, showing his ass or cock while they did whatever they wanted to him, then it all grew too much.
The whip of the air against his hard cock made his skin crawl.
"Pour me more" said the alpha in a rock voice to the waitress who was quick to obey him.
Louis was on the verge of begging to be touched, desperately watching his cock displayed untouched and with orgasm burning in his veins. His asshole opened and closed, clinging to nothing... if the alpha didn't fuck him, he was going to end up on his knees begging for mercy.... Only his presence, his scent, made him forget that there were more alphas ready in that place.
The omega looked up and met the waitress's eyes fixed on his cock and he pretended not to like the situation.
"Thank you very much, you may leave" Harry said to the omega, who nodded calmly and left "Here honey, let me see. "
Honey.
Again, there were bells on the back of Louis's head, but he let himself be carried away by the alpha's tug on his waist and was completely glued to his chest. Harry's head came to rest on his shoulder, right next to his face; he looked down at his cock and licked his lips.
"Tell me your name, omega" he murmured in his ear " The real one " he said in a slightly commanding tone and Louis shivered.
"Louis" he admitted... he couldn't lie to him.
"Louis" tasted the alpha in a sinister voice in his ear "Well, Louis... you don't know how much male omegas turn me on" a kiss was left on his cheek, but he didn't remove his lips from the skin of him cheek "And there you were out there on the dance floor wiggling, like a daredevil, an exhibitionist do you like to provoke me? To be seen?"
"Yes," he said, his voice trailing off.
"Look at that nice cock of yours" he complimented him. Before his strong, ringed hand wrapped around him. The coolness of the metal of his rings contrasted with how hot his cock was and made him moan "You don't mind being seen and I like to show off what others can't have."
The alpha squeezed his cock hard and at that point let out a small scream burying his short nails (which had barely grown into claws) into his palms in a struggle for his omega to break free.
"Please, alpha." he pleaded.
"Do you know my name?" the alpha demanded as if he hadn't been begging him to cum. The hand on his cock softened and the alpha continued to kiss with open lips his cheek and neck waiting for an answer, however, within seconds, his mind clouding he felt with his pre-cum the alpha softened the touches of his calloused hand and began to jerk him off in a slow, fluid motion.
He wouldn't hold out.
"Harry Styles” said suddenly.
"Good Louis, then I want you to cum now, use whatever you need."
He didn't wait for the alpha to tell him again; he immediately started grinding himself against that hard cock the alpha had and pushed his hips between the space the alpha had made with his hand.
"That's it," the alpha murmured in his ear in a husky voice... That voice. That voice "Look what a horny thing to do, you're going to cum in the middle of a disco where everyone can see you just jerking off and rubbing against my cock. From someone you don't know... Are you always like this, honey? A whore for any cock?"
Louis nodded, whimpering. He reached for Harry's hand to speed up and grabbed his wrist, burying his fingernails in it.
"I want to hear you, Louis."
"Yes, alpha. I am," he admitted, squeezing his eyes shut. Suddenly the alpha straightened up leaving the liquor glass on the table and squeezed him around the waist preventing him from moving.
He positioned him so that the crack of his ass was over his erection and forced it downward pressing down on him. His hand quickly increased the movement on that rosy cock. Louis clung to the alpha's strong forearms and squirmed even though the curly man's tight grip didn't allow him much.
His toes inside his shoes wriggled.
"Harry" he said in a choked voice "Harry" he muttered as if he was delirious in the midst of a 104-degree fever.
"That's it darling" the alpha told him and then, he cummed, it was so violent that his hips rose a little and he fell against the alpha's cock again.
He heard him growl possessively and lay like a deflated doll on top of the alpha, dropping his head on his shoulder.
"Look at nothing else, what a nice omega" he praised him.
He felt weak and boneless from what had been a sweeping orgasm.
"Can I kiss you?" asked Louis in a tired voice after a few seconds. He turned his face, seeking the gaze of the alpha, who accommodated him better. Louis could still feel the alpha's hard cock against his buttocks, he wanted him to fuck him, he raved about it.
The alpha ignored him at first, taking his glass of liquor again and Louis could see that the glass of the cup was slightly dirty with semen.... He could even see a drop splashed in the liquid. Harry didn't look impressed at all, on the contrary, he tipped the glass to his lips and drank greedily and once the liquid mixed with his cum was gone, he licked his thick lips.
Louis groaned and his cock filled again.
Harry didn't answer him, he alpha simply leaned down and took, devoured, ravaged everything inside him and Louis felt like his life would turn upside down from that instant. He clung to the alpha taking his hair in his fists and clung to the alpha silently begging him not to pull away, not to let go, to do whatever he wanted with him.
It was bloody wrong.
Harry felt like he wanted to swallow Louis whole? Devour him, encapsulate him, take him over piece by piece, but at the same time, he didn't want both their lives to stop. Just by looking at him he could deduce what kind of omega Louis was, his preferences and fetish ; Harry was fucking thrilled, he was his possession, but at the same time, he was free, a fucking intoxicating combination.
He turned the omega in his lap and held him tightly kissing him, it was a mess of tongues, lips and teeth. Louis was melting in his hands, becoming soft and silky, a perfect submissive, but at the same time biting, hot. He lowered his hands to his ass and felt the familiar sensation of an ass overflowing from his hands.
Louis rocked against his cock and he felt like he couldn't take any more, he was about to throw everything on the small table, rip his trousers and fuck him right there. He held on tighter, tugged at his hair so he could pull it apart and clung to his neck desperately searching for a scent, something to mark him with.
"Alpha" he pleaded "Alpha, your knot" he whimpered,
Goddamn it!
He sucked on the hard omega's neck then advanced a little further to his shoulder and sucked again, he wanted to mark him everywhere, he soaked him in his scent more; marked him to the point Louis smelled of bitter coffee.
He took advantage of the omega's unbuttoned trousers and slipped his hands in, touching everywhere. Control seemed to slip, but he kept it at bay, he could wait before he went running like a schoolboy to the floor next to one of the bedrooms and fucked him hard, mercilessly.
He reached between those buttocks and searched directly for the source of the delicious scent of lubricant. It was wet all over. Louis rocked against him at once and he slid his finger along the puckered rim. Somehow it all felt familiar, natural.
He slipped his middle finger in and heard him moan and rock harder. He noticed a couple of glances at them, some were even touching, there were couples around having sex, but Louis was lost in his world in it.
"I want to smell you" Harry said hard against his ear thrusting his finger in and out quickly "I bet you must smell like whores, sweet, but slightly spicy."
He moaned.
It turned the omega on to be treated badly, to be talked dirty to. Fucking shit, it was a record mark of pushing the buttons inside him. When Louis cum again and stained his nightshirt, he couldn't take it anymore, yet he stood by.
The omega was still trembling when he pulled him off his lap and set him down on the couch. His cheeks were flushed, his hair sweaty against his forehead, his spent cock remained outside his trousers, the peaks of his pecs were hard and he could see it through the mesh fabric of his black nightshirt.
He picked up the nearly empty glass of brandy and gulped it down in one gulp. He adjusted his trench coat as if he hadn't just made a scene with the gorgeous blue-eyed omega who had charmed him. He leaned down stowing his spent cock and tucking it between the tight jeans of the omega who still looked dazed and shivering slightly.
"Come on" he said in a command, noticing that the omega opened his beautiful blue orbs and looked up at him with narrowed eyes.
Amidst the cloud of pleasure from both of them, he had completely forgotten about the mask that covered part of the omega's identity. Intrigue grew within him, and the desire to see that face in its entirety.
He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the brown's lips, then held out his arm which the brown clung to and stood up and let himself be submissively guided wherever he wanted to take him.
Harry stepped into the lift and could feel the sexual tension emanating in waves between the two of them as if it was too much, to the point where it was hard to breathe. There was something enigmatic about the omega that he couldn't decipher.
He entered a large hall; at the entrance he exchanged a few words with an alpha who nodded at the arrangement. He led Louis down the hallway, he knew it probably wasn't the omega's first time. Those weren't proper rooms; those were upstairs for those who wanted more privacy.
They were at that point in a large corridor surrounded by red curtains.
Behind them were very small rooms with the bare essentials, a bed, but above all, with little privacy, for what that room offered was the morbid possibility of being heard or seen. There were curtains wide open and you could see alpha omegas and betas having sex, it was paradise for those who liked the exhibition.
He planned at some point to take Louis into the bedroom, there was no way the omega would sleep out of his arms that night, but for the first orgasm with his cock deep in the omega's ass, he wanted to push him a little further over the edge.
Louis remained calm as they both followed the alpha, until they reached the bottom. The bed or rather the nest he had asked for. It was in the middle of the room, it was wide, but the most curious thing about it was that there were no walls, it was only covered by that red awning that fell from the ceiling. It wasn't bright enough for them to see them, but it was bright enough so that with the play of light their silhouettes could be seen.
"Do you know what we are going to do?" he said to the omega once the alpha left them in front of the nest.
Louis broke away from him and took a few more steps inside and he pulled back the curtain giving them the illusion of privacy.
"Yes, alpha" he replied with flushed cheeks.
"Strip for me" he murmured hoarsely appreciating the omega's body clearly.
He noticed his beautiful blue eyes darken before his small hands moved to the edge of his nightgown and lifted it up releasing all that milky skin. Harry felt like he was closer to Cumming in his trousers, but also closer to relieving that itch that had been in his head ever since he heard Louis moan.
It reminded him so much of him , shameless, passionate, needy... trusting, legitimately trusting of a stranger. His cock twitched with interest remembering his glory hole experience.
Bringing the two people together, Louis and that omega in his mind could be the cause of his death.
He watched him pull down his tight trousers that went along with his shoes and he stood there naked. Louis stood still looking at him smugly, as if aware of his beauty, yet the mask was still there.
Their eyes met and he understood that there was some fear in Louis' eyes, but what was going on in both of them, he knew that Louis just had to be pushed a little harder.
"I said, get naked " he remarked, noticing that the omega was visibly trembling. His eyes darkened and he could see the trickle of lube slide down the omega's thighs.
The omega raised his hands to his face and then the simple black mask disappeared and fell to the side with the rest of the clothing. Genuinely he was surprised, but he didn't make a gesture about it, it wasn't relevant to Louis' position, or even his. It was just Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles, their titles didn't matter while they were alone, because at most it did, that wouldn't be the last time.
"Be nice and show yourself to me."
He knew Louis' consciousness was beginning to fade as only a thin blue line remained around the dark pools that by those moments were his eyes. The omega obeyed submissively as he lay back in the mess of sheets.
The moment the omega's legs opened wide and the lubricant slid down to the soft sheets and fabrics beneath him, he knew. His gaze went to that spot.
That lovely pink bud that opened like a flower for him, its rim reddening as his fat cock pierced it, violated him. He followed those milky thighs, noticing that little map he had kissed that time.
This time there was a whole being and reality was far outweighing fantasy in his mind. Harry appreciated that little bulging belly, the slender waist, the rosy cock dropping flushed over the omega's split navel, his slightly hairy legs spread wide... The scent of lubricant...
But it wasn't just that... there were small hands playing with light brown mounds, barely formed pecs, slender collarbones he'd want to bite as he sank into that plump ass and his neck, fuck, he could live there inhaling whatever scent the omega had every day.
His face was more delicate, his chin fine, there was a wispy facial hair that he thought at the point it was at its thickest must look gorgeous and then those blue highlights that by this time were dark....
So, he was.
A part of him, more specifically his wolf guessed it immediately. Louis was too special.
He took off his jacket and followed that by stripping off all his clothes.
"Look at you," he said naked already on his knees in the middle of the omega's legs, running his fingers through that tight hole "Open for me, a needy whore, that's what you are. I saw you on the track, I'm sure you fucked half the alphas there, because you're a gluttonous bitch, aren't you, Louis?"
Cheeky nodded with tears at the edges of his eyes spreading his legs even further apart. Harry couldn't help himself and leaned down kissing the mark on Louis' crotch and then, the omega shivered, maybe a part of his consciousness recognised him.
His lips salivated remembering the first time . He brandished his tongue without self-consciousness and licked the trickle of lube that slid out of that tight hole, it stole a moan from the omega, so he slurped some more before rising up and running his tongue along the length of Louis' cock.
The omega squirmed under his touch and moaned playing with his nipples. Harry would go crazy.
"A whore for a knot honey" he growled “Do I have to watch myself with you or can I fill you with my cum? I bet being such a slut you take precautions, otherwise you'd be full of puppies all the time. I'm pretty sure, just to be full you'd get pregnant all the time, so they'd see you impregnated.”
"Alpha, please. Yes, fuck me please" he begged "I want your knot, your cum. I'm dripping. "
Harry grunted and ducked back into his neck. When the tip of his cock made contact with that hot, wet entrance, his control slipped just a little further. Then, he pushed all the way in.
Louis screamed in his ear and his nails clung to his shoulder blades.
"Harry" he moaned and he had heard the glory in the omega's voice.
"That's how I must have had you the first time wasn't it sweetheart?" he pulled back and pushed again smothered by that hole "Clinging to me as I fucked you properly. I could hear your little claws against the wood."
Louis groaned loudly acknowledging him and he took a worse rhythm than the time he had fucked him in the glory hole, he could fuck him more freely, without the limit of movement of the wood and Louis just clinging to him as if he was going to fall.
His back was probably burning from the omega's free little claws and he felt his own coming out. He lifted the omega off the sheets, he was just being a little gentler than a miserable animal. Fucking against the tight heat like he was in heat, lifting Louis up as he tucked his arms under the omega's back, as if he wanted to push him into his skin, desperate for more, as if it wasn't enough skin on skin, their fluids mingling, but most of all, his cock smothered inside that warm, wet interior.
Everything he had imagined was multiplied by reality. What he had fantasized about fucking that dick in the glory hole without a condom and watching his cum drip out.... He'd watch Louis drip, his stretched hole pumping out all that seed that couldn't impregnate a puppy in his womb, or just when it was too much.
His wolf growled contentedly, primal... almost primordial, as if they'd had no fucking evolution. It was just fucking, fucking, impregnating, branding .
It was unbridled, restrained sex that he knew Louis unlike other lovers could endure, it was his omega .
He fucked him, bit his cheeks, his neck, every bit of skin he could find, mine! mine! fucking mine!
"How can a whore for cock be so tight?" he asked in his ear "A fucking hole only created for the pleasure of alphas."
Louis cried, he could smell it, but he clung to it lost in pleasure. His legs curled around his hips and his heels pushed his buttocks harder against him, as if that wasn't enough. He inhaled the scent that was beginning to emanate from the omega, it seemed Louis' hormones could do more in these moments, fighting against him, fighting to show himself, to cum? To keep him by his side and he was discovering that feeling.
"Do you hear?" he asked in a breathy voice "Outside you can all hear how my little whore moans for me, you can hear how wet you are around my cock.... Of a stranger's cock. I bet I could open the curtain and they'd all be glued there just to hear your sweet moans" he growled feeling the orgasm building as Louis moaned and bit his neck... the omega was close, his legs trembling around his hips "And I'd open the curtain, baby, so they could see what a slut you are" he continued "And finally, I'd let them take turns fucking you, fucking your slack hole stretched by your alpha's knot. By the end of the day, you'll be so open you won't be able to keep so many juices inside you and you'd still cry for more wouldn't you, slut?"
"Alpha!" he moaned and then shuddered so hard that Harry held it for a few seconds against his chest, too hard for him not to lose his heat as he fell.
He continued to fuck him all the way down until he grunted so loudly that probably all the alphas had been alerted. As his knot began to expand, he felt the slight slap of wetness against his crotch.... Louis had cum so hard anally that he had splashed.
He held him against his chest and began to purr and lick his face where tears were sliding down. Louis's gaze was lost, they'd had a vanilla scene, light by comparison, but just as it had been the first time they'd met, Louis gave himself to him confidently.
He groaned against the omega's forehead as the first cum flooded the chestnut's ass and he had never felt so satisfied to have done so. He rolled over with the omega still clinging to him, shuddering gently, lowering himself a little at a time. He stretched his arm out in search of a cushion to make himself more comfortable and then the silence lengthened.
In the background there were faint noises of other people having sex, but suddenly it all felt distant.
Louis stirred on top of him causing the knot to pull on both of them causing moans from his lips. However, when the omega stood up with him inside him Harry observed the omega on top of him in all its glory. Somehow it looked right, as if it was where it belonged.
The chestnut blinked several times and his eyes were blue again, still looking a little far away but aware.
Then, there was that flirtatious, sarcastic smile again.
"Glory hole?" the omega asked, biting his lips softly with doubt drawn in his eyes.
Harry reached up to his hip stroking the red marks from the clenching and scratching of his claws when he was fucking him. Louis didn't look bothered by it, but the moment his hands instinctively went to his belly where it was slightly swollen with his seed fondly caressing that plump skin he had seen when he was in the glory hole, the omega's hand followed.
Harry fixed his gaze on the omega realising he was hopelessly trapped. He brought one of his hands to the back of the omega caressing its stretched edge, that point where the two were joined. He noticed that the omega closed his eyes for a few seconds and wiggled his hips causing him to grit his teeth.
"Glory hole" he stated knowing that was all he had to say.
Surprisingly Louis smiled and leaned back against his chest.
They had had sex all night, somehow it was their language, the way they had known each other. They both couldn't erase who they were, what they loved, somehow it was also an important part of knowing each other, knowing all that.
When Harry awoke the next morning in Illicit's presidential room, he smelled the exquisite aroma of passion fruit . He found blue orbs staring up at him before a small hand rested on his cheek.
That was all the confirmation he needed.
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Harry stayed calm on the couch, it didn't look like an omega was between his legs sucking his cock, while he didn't take his eyes off Louis. The omega had his wide blue eyes rimmed with tears as his mouth was fucked by a brunette alpha and his ass was fucked by another blonde alpha.
His blue eyes never left him and Harry could only appreciate how gorgeous and satisfied the omega looked, but most of all the glowing brand on his neck and the shiny gold ring on his ring finger.
His omega, his husband.
Once the session was over, Louis climbed into his lap and rode him so well that he had him Cumming quickly and copiously, while the omega did it dry heaving against his chest from over stimulation and his dirty talk.
He stroked him bareback in the middle of the room where they had been alone, in their intimacy. He kissed the omega's hair, there was no way they could live their relationship any differently, they were free and committed to themselves.
They loved each other.
"I love you," the omega said sleepily against his chest.
"I love you more" he sincerely stated leaving a kiss in his hair.
Louis had softened his shitty mood just a little, just enough so that the apprentices didn't cry to see him. He had shown Louis not only new worlds, but also life as a couple outside the collective imagination.
They were a couple with complete confidence, who enjoyed their sexuality and had no regrets about it. Outside their bedrooms and Illicit , they were Louis William Tomlinson and Harry Edward Styles, the power couple of the moment, a young magistrate and a powerful CEO.
Ultimately, in reality, the hole only marked the beginning of true life in glory for both of them.