Wisely crawled into Tyki’s lap, slotting his body against the elder’s with all the seeming of a cat. Tyki’s hands immediately fell to his hips, squeezing briefly before they slipped back to the supple flesh of his ass. Wisely released a small noise of approval, arching his back to press himself into the touch. Tyki leaned back against the mound of pillows ever present on Wisely’s bed and the mind reader chased the warmth of his body. He framed Tyki’s jaw with his thumb and forefinger, the others resting against the pulsing vein in his neck. He ghosted his lips over Tyki’s, barely making contact before he dipped his head to the side and mouthed just beneath a pierced ear, nipping at the gold ring dangling from his lobe. Tyki let out a sharp breath against his neck, desire creeping over his skin where the hot air touched. Wisely laughed lightly, his free hand curling around the back of Tyki’s neck to thread his fingers into the thick, dark hair and loosen the tie that kept it in place. Flicking it aside, he parted with a chaste kiss to the hinge of Tyki’s jaw and sat back to look at him
Glazed amber eyes met his own, half-lidded from the aroma that dripped from Wisely as much as from his ministrations. The peak of his throat bobbed as Wisely trailed his fingers over the heated skin.
“Wisely,” Tyki breathed, running his hands up Wisely’s bare sides and drawing out a shudder. “How long are you going to tease me?” he asked, tickling the younger’s ribs. Wisely recalled a time when he would be the one to ask that question. He chuckled lowly and tilted his head to the side to offer a better view of his neck, knowing just how much Tyki wanted to sink his teeth into the flesh. They had yet to bond—Wisely wouldn’t allow it. It was a fragment of control that might have seemed insignificant, obstructive even, but there was some purpose to it. The more Tyki was denied, the more he wanted. Wisely was acutely aware of just how long he could refuse Tyki without letting him become disinterested.
“Is that a complaint, dearest uncle?” Wisely asked instead of answering. Tyki frowned, but the expression held little conviction.
“Don’t call me that. It’s strange,” he said, hands returning to the smaller Noah’s hips and dragging him down against his own. Wisely gasped softly as he rubbed against the bulge in Tyki’s pants, but he was quick to splay a hand over his chest, preventing another downward grind. Tyki’s fingers tightened their grip in response, but he made no extra effort to retaliate against Wisely’s insistence. What a well-trained pet, he thought.
With another coy giggle, Wisely slid off of Tyki entirely, ignoring the whine disguised as a disapproving noise. Not one to deny his own enjoyment, however, Wisely reached over and grabbed the flayed collar of the elder’s shirt, pulling him over and on top of himself. Having positioned himself farther up on the mound of pillows, Tyki’s face came level with his abdomen, hands automatically shifting Wisely’s legs over his shoulders. The younger grinned, fingers settling in Tyki’s hair as the latter kissed down his stomach, dragging his lips sensually. It tickled in that sweet, oversensitive way that curled his toes and made his stomach flutter. He could feel Tyki grin against his skin, baring his teeth just as he came to hook them over the hem of Wisely’s trousers.
They came off without much resistance, Wisely lifting each of his legs in turn as they slipped past his feet. Tyki’s big, warm hands trailed up his now bare legs, fingertips ghosting over the undersides of his knees and causing a pleasant shudder to roll through him. He offered his own sly smile in return, half-lidded eyes watching the older man prowl up the length of his body. His knees spread apart willingly as Tyki settled between them, hands resting at his hips. His eyes never left Wisely’s, seemingly uninterested in the stiff member between his legs, even though Wisely could tell from his thoughts that he was indeed very interested. Instead, however, his hands roamed along his sides, pushing up the younger’s arms until he could pin together his wrists with one hand. He smirked down at Wisely’s flushed face and popped the button to his skimpy vest, revealing the entirety of his boney chest.
“And here I thought you were through with teasing,” Wisely said, turning his head a little to peer at Tyki out of the corner of his eye. “Why don’t you take what you want already?” He lifted his hips a little, mouth parting slightly as his balls rubbed against the fabric of Tyki’s trousers. He could still feel the prominent bulge confined underneath and it twitched in response, despite the elder’s composed countenance. Tyki’s eyes flickered down to his exposed neck and he licked his lips before meeting Wisely’s eyes again. The intensity burning behind that molten amber was suffocating, turning his thoughts to little more than unintelligible drivel. Aside from the lust ever present between the two of them, Tyki saw permission in that gaze. His lips parted with a nigh inaudible breath of desire, pupils dilating as he lowered his head to Wisely’s neck.
The scent was intoxicating, overwhelming the rest of his senses until all he could see, all he could feel, all he could taste was the omega beneath him. His teeth hovered just above the skin, his hot breath making the mind reader shudder once more. Finally he placed his lips over that tantalising flesh, teeth merely resting there for an unsure beat of his heart before he latched on and penetrated the skin. The tang of blood filled his mouth as an explosion of scent accosted his nostrils, making him moan as his grinded down against Wisely’s hips. He felt more than heard the younger’s own groan of pleasure, body arching beneath him to chase more of that feeling. He lifted his head just enough to sink his teeth into the same spot on the opposite side of Tyki’s neck, triggering the ethereal sensation of their very souls mingling with one another. Tyki closed his eyes, revelling in the taste and smell that was purely and uniquely Wisely. There was nothing else quite like it, nothing quite so exhilarating, so tempting as this flighty omega that now belonged to him.
They were bonded, irrevocably and faithfully. Tyki hadn’t even noticed how desperately his hips moved against Wisely’s now, his length straining against the fly of his trousers. He groaned and forced his mouth to leave the other Noah’s neck, laving his tongue across the impression of his teeth which still beaded blood. Wisely’s voice was pure bliss in the wake of their bond, eyes closed and mouth agape as his body worked against Tyki’s as if it had a separate mind of its own. The Noah of Pleasure fumbled with his pants, shoving them down to his knees to relieve his aching cock. It was about an inch or two larger than Wisely’s, but his welcoming ass was no stranger to his girth. Smearing a generous coating of bloodstained saliva across his cock, he pressed the head against Wisely’s slick entrance, watching as it readily relaxed against the intrusion and all but sucked him inside.
They both groaned in unison as he pressed in, burying the length of his shaft into the mind reader’s ass at an excruciatingly slow pace. It had been quite some time since they last had sex, so Tyki had to force himself to take his time lest he hurt Wisely. Well, hurt him more than he means to, that is. The tight, hot friction against his cock was a testament to what Wisely must have felt in that moment, but the boy moaned out nonetheless. The little masochist loved a little pain with his pleasure, a preference that became more and more noticeable each time they did this.
After what felt like an eternity, Tyki was fully sheathed within Wisely, hips pressed flush against the backs of his quaking thighs. He hooked his hands just behind Wisely’s knees, spreading them open and pushing them up to offer a new angle. The sensation of being so exposed made Wisely’s dick twitch with interest, hardening once more after the initial pinch of being penetrated. Tyki pulled out and pushed back in at a controlled pace, watching Wisely’s face contort in equal parts pleasure and discomfort as he grew used to his alpha’s size once more. After a few more moments, he could thrust more smoothly as Wisely’s ass relaxed around him entirely.
At that point, he showed little inhibition. Tyki thrust with abandon, jolting Wisely with a yelp at the increased speed. The Noah of Wisdom was almost folded in half as Tyki leaned over him, pressing his knees to his chest as he ploughed into his tight little hole. Wisely was helpless to keep up with him, gripping the bed sheets at his sides as he let his voice ring out in bliss. Somehow, their lovemaking had become even more intense with the consecration of their bond, sending them both to the high heavens they could normally only achieve when Wisely was in heat. Now, however, they were simply connected on a much deeper level, sharing their pleasure with unbridled gratification.
Leaning down, Tyki sealed their lips together, swallowing Wisely’s enraptured cries and tasting every inch of his mouth. They each gasped for air when they finally parted, Wisely throwing back his head as Tyki rammed into his prostate. He smirked and adjusted his position to aim for that spot with each consecutive thrust, relishing the way Wisely’s body shook and arched as pleasure consumed him. His own end was fast approaching, balls tightening as they slapped against Wisely’s ass. He could feel the younger’s muscles spasming around his cock, milking him toward his release with frightening desperation.
Wisely came first, ropes of white spurting across his stomach and chest, some even tagging his chin as he moaned out Tyki’s name. Tyki pounded into him throughout his orgasm, drawing forth more oversensitive noises as his cock throbbed in need. With a few more hardy thrusts, he spilled his load within his omega, coating his insides with white hot cum. He rode out his own orgasm, sheathing himself within Wisely as the last spurt of semen dribbled out of him. He could feel his own mess coating his softening cock, shuddering as he felt some drip out over his balls and onto the mattress. He breathed heavily overtop Wisely, having released his legs to rest around his sides while he leaned on his arms.
Now that he was past the throes of pleasure, he could feel the sweat on his body, sticking to his skin as the air cooled it and matting some of his hair to his face. Wisely was in no better condition, panting beneath him with a blissed-out gaze staring off into nothing. He looked thoroughly fucked, something Tyki gladly took pride in as he carefully rolled off the boy to lie beside him, taking care not to pull on the knot that still tied them together. His neck ached where Wisely had bitten him, but he didn’t mind the feeling. It was a welcome soreness as he was sure it was for his mate.
The thought made him pause, only for a smile to stretch his lips. Mate. He had never thought he would find one of those; he had an impressive number of sexual endeavours under his belt, but there was some brand of sui generis about Wisely that had drawn them together. Of course, with their being Noah, there was no possibility of reproduction, but that was just as well. Tyki certainly wasn’t the fatherly type and he could never expect Wisely of all people to take care of another child while he still acted like one himself. Not that that was necessarily a bad thing. Tyki would seldom admit it, but he found the boy’s attitude rather endearing. Sheryl wouldn’t agree, of course, but—
Oh God. Sheryl. What was Tyki going to do when his brother found out about what he’d done to his precious little adopted son? And he would find out; the moment Wisely next came within ten metres of him, he would smell that tainted scent of a bonded omega and he would smell Tyki.
He groaned as he dreaded the encounter. Wisely, undoubtedly reading his thoughts, merely laughed as he rolled over and wrapped an arm around him.
"I wish you the best of luck, dearest uncle."