Page 18 of Taming The Omega

“Hmm?”

“I have a problem.” Seth straightened his legs. The rigid cock, a thing Caleb had been careful to avoid looking at, became fully visible. “I’m sorry. I don’t think it’s going to go away on its own.”

Caleb nuzzled the top of Seth’s head. “Don’t worry about it. It’s all perfectly natural, remember?”

“You’re not licking me now.”

He chuckled. There was something delightfully naïve still about this boy, regardless of his past. “Well the thing about dicks is that they have a mind of their own. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. And,” He hesitated. “I can help with that if you want.”

“Like you did last night?”

“Yeah. Do you want me to?” He held his breath, afraid of the answer either way. Touching Seth again, making him come, had been wonderful. But, he worried that he got too much pleasure from it himself. It felt like something he shouldn’t do, except if it made Seth happy…

By way of an answer, the omega took the hand pressed against his chest and pushed it down to where his cock bobbed. Caleb accepted the unspoken answer and wrapped his fingers around the slender shaft.

So warm and satiny. The cock pulsed in greeting. Caleb glided his fist slowly up the cock and flicked the slit with his thumb. Seth’s breath hitched and he bucked back against him, resting his head on Caleb’s shoulder. A pearly drop of pre-cum leaked out of the tip, and Caleb swiped it up before descending the shaft again. He repeated his efforts, but finding that there wasn’t sufficient lubricant for the kind of leisurely and smooth pace he wanted to set, he let go long enough to spit in his palm.

When he returned to Seth’s cock, he had an easier time of it. Conscious of how rough his hand was, he didn’t want to mar any part of this act with discomfort. Seth deserved care and pleasure only. He knew he was giving them to him when the boy moaned and arched against him. The boy’s small hands fisted the bedding beneath them, and his toes curled in response each time Caleb crested the cock.

More pre-cum leaked out, making the way even easier. The sight of the omega’s arousal was enough to goose Caleb’s own. His dick throbbed in its efforts to escape its confines. Caleb couldn’t help but squirm. Seth’s tempting ass was right where he needed it to be. All he had to do was to rub against it and maybe he could find his own release. Such a small thing that the boy might not even realize was happening, and really it wouldn’t do him any harm…except, no that was not right. Caleb had more self-control.

Concentrate on Seth’s pleasure. Work that dick, up and down. It won’t take much. Forget your own needs. You can wait.

“Caleb?”

Startled out of his own pep-talk, Caleb paused his hand. “Huh?”

The omega took in and let out a harsh breath. “Are you hard, too? Do you need to come?”

Chapter Eight

Shit.

“Caleb?”

Okay, so sitting there frozen like a scared deer and ignoring the question wasn’t going to work. “Ah, no, I’m fine.”

He squeezed the cock in his hand before sliding down to the root. Using his pinky finger, he tickled the tight balls hugged up against the omega’s body. The distraction worked. The boy shuddered and groaned. Perfect. All Caleb had to do now was pick up the pace and get Seth off.

“Are you sure?” The question came out in a rush of fluttery words.

Or, maybe not.

Before Caleb could once again deny that he needed any kind of release, Seth shoved back hard. His pert ass nailed Caleb’s straining dick with sufficient force to make Caleb yelp.

“S-sorry. Did I hurt you?” Any answer Caleb might have given became lodged in his throat as he rode the wave of not pain but pleasure. Seth, the little sadist, wiggled his ass. “I can feel you’re hard.”

Caleb wheezed as he worked the words out. His fingers flexed around Seth’s dick. “Don’t pay any attention to that. This,” he added with a bit of throat-clearing, “is all for you.”

“That’s not fair, though. Is it?”

Once more, Caleb’s brain worked to formulate a coherent reply. He didn’t get the chance to. With more strength and speed that Caleb would have credited him with, Seth slipped from his embrace and twirled himself around. He slung his legs over Caleb’s so that they were crotch-to-crotch. The boy pressed the heel of his hand against the bulge in Caleb’s jeans.

“Oh fuck!” Caleb issued the exclamation with his eyes closed, mostly because his vision had dimmed from that innocent, yet deadly, touch.

Seth pulled his hand back. “I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?”

Caleb opened his eyes and stared into the omega’s concerned ones. “No, sweetheart, you didn’t. It’s just, um, intense, you know? When you touch me like that, I mean.”

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