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    “Fuck.” Shane melted into the strong hand at his neck, the pressure over his throat and the heat of the Alpha’s palm. “Fuck, that’s–” his eyes started to flutter closed, his knees going weak, but he heard the Alpha huff a laugh and immediately stiffened again. 

    “Don’t do that.” he warned. “Don’t laugh like me letting you put your hand on my throat is predictable submissive Omega behavior and you're making fun of me."

    “That is not why i was laughing.” Ilya squeezed Shane’s throat lightly, his thumb pressing over the suppressant patch covering the Omega's bonding spot and blocking his sweet scent. “I thought you would fight it, fight submitting. But you didn’t.”

    “No I–” Shane swallowed hard. “I like it.” 

    “Good.” Ilya smiled slow and a little dangerous, running his tongue over his bottom lip and then over the sharp ends of his fangs before he leaned in and growled into the Omega’s ear. “Now get on your knees.”

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    Shane exhaled sharply. "You know," he murmured, voice thick, "my favorite ways are this..." he arched again beneath him, emphasizing the point. Ilya’s breath stutters faintly at the flush contact before steadying, adjusting his position so the pressure stays even, intentional, controlled. He lets the reaction exist without letting it take over. "And having something in my mouth." The admission bloomed between them, lazy and warm, the kind of truth that only surfaced when he was this pliant, this boneless beneath Ilya’s touch.

    Ilya’s fingers paused. "Something?" he echoed roughly. His thumb brushed the corner of Shane’s mouth, lingering. "Or someone?"

    Shane’s lips parted around a breathless laugh, catching Ilya’s thumb between his teeth for a brief, teasing nip. "Both I guess. Like my mouth guard, pen caps, hoodie strings…" His tongue darted out to soothe the spot he’d bitten. His hips shifted restlessly beneath Ilya’s weight, the movement deliberate. "Your fingers. Your cock. Just..." he swallowed thickly. "Just want to feel something there. For a while."

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