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It's early Sunday morning when the bus gets back to campus, the sun is only just starting to rise above the horizon. The team was all exhausted, from their win the day before and their late night of celebration.
Dunk had been able to get some good sleep on the ride home, but is still only able to offer a half assed wave goodbye to his teammates as he heads towards his shitty secondhand car.
He settles into his seat, his body aching the way it only does after two hours of sitting in a bus seat. He thinks about going back to his apartment and crawling into his own bed and sleeping until noon, he deserves it after scoring the winning point of their match.
He pulls his keys out of his pocket, but instead of his hands settling on his own apartment key, they settle on a key fob. A key fob that belongs to Aerion's high rise apartment.
Aerion is up early most days, but it’s a weekend and he knows Aerion prefers to sleep in on weekends and he really shouldn’t bother his sleeping princeling… but then he remembers the red thong that sits in his bag. Remembers watching Aerion’s tight pussy take the replica of his own cock so well over face time…
Dunk licks his lips as lust rolls through his body. He won the ruby match, Aerion’s good luck charm had worked, and surely he deserves a reward for his victory. Without a second thought, the alpha starts his car and makes his way to Aerion’s apartment.
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He quickly walks through the front doors of the much too fancy lobby, saying a quick ‘good morning’ to the girl working the front desk. He was here enough times for most of the staff to recognize him and he usually stops to chat, but not today. There’s only one thing on the alphas mind as he gets into the elevator and presses the button for the top floor.
Soon, he’s standing outside Aerion’s door. He holds the fob up to the keypad and enters the passcode he had memorized by heart. There’s a beep, then a click as the door opens.
As soon as he’s inside, Dunk closes the door and relocks it as quietly as he can and removes his shoes at the front door. Aerion would scold him for tracking mud through his home, even if the shoes he was wearing were clean.
He walks down the short hall past the kitchen and nearly jumps out of his skin when he sees movement out of the corner of his eye.
“Seven fucking hells!”
A wide pair of mismatched eyes, one purple and one brown, stare back at him. Valarr is wearing grey joggers and a tight black compression shirt and seems to be filling up a water bottle.
“Oh great, your back already? How was your game?”
“Good,” Dunk nods, feeling embarrassed that he had just walked into the apartment like he lived here. He always seems to forget about Aerion's brother living with him, as Aerion always makes sure they have privacy when Dunk comes over. His omega has mentioned that they should get an apartment just for the two of them, maybe he should bring that up again. “We just got back, uh we won.”
The Targareyn looks him up and down, “Good for you. I'm going for my morning run, I’ll just go to Daerons after. So don’t worry about me bothering you two.”
Dunk nods, he knows about Aeron’s family and their… strange traditions. Everyone did, but thinking about it still made Dunk feel uneasy. “Yeah cool, I’m just gonna…,” he points vaguely to the direction of Aerion's bedroom.
“Good luck, he’s still sleeping.”
The giant scurries to the bedroom, entering and closing the door as quietly as possible and carefully drops his bag next to Aerion's dresser. The room is dark and cold and there's a rain ambiance playing from the speaker on the night stand. His omega has always been particular about his sleep environment.
Although it's dark, once his eyes adjust he can make out his sleeping Prince on the bed. He’s laying on his stomach, facing away from the door in the center of his king sized bed. He seems to be wearing the same sweatshirt of Dunks he was wearing the other night. Gods, he thinks, look how vulnerable he looks…
Dunk's cock is already starting to stand at attention. He strips himself of his sweatpants and t-shirt but leaves his boxers, and crawls under the covers into the large bed.
Without hesitation he presses his face into the omegas neck and deeply inhales his sweet, yet smoky scent. It’s enough to make Duncan’s mouth water and his hips involuntarily thrust forward and oh.
Duncan’s hips hit bare skin. The way he smiles would surely have Aerion calling him an idiot, but Aerion is asleep so he doesn’t care. His omega must have known he would come straight here, why else would he sleep half naked like this?
The alpha rolls his hips against Aerions bare ass with more purpose this time and the omega stirs in his sleep, sleepily turning his head into his plush pillow but not waking up. Dunk freezes his movements until he can hear soft snoring again.
Dunk nuzzles his face into the soft white blond hair at the nape of Aerion’s neck then sets his large hand on the small of his back. Slowly, he moves his hand down. He can’t stop himself from getting distracted by his plump ass, he kneads one cheek for just a moment before settling it on his thigh.
Aerion may be significantly smaller than himself, but he took good care of his body, making sure to go to the gym regularly. Dunk grips a well toned thigh and widens his legs just enough to fit his hand between them.
Now, Dunk can settle his hand against what he’s been thinking about since the moment he left for his match. Aerion’s pussy is already damp when Dunk runs a thick finger along it, his pussy is always ready just for him.
Dunk doesn’t have the patience for teasing, not this morning. He’s too eager for his reward. He sinks his pointer finger in and the warm cunt sucks it in. It seems that even in his sleep, Aerion's a greedy cock whore.
He pushes his finger in slowly, letting his body get used to him before lazily thrusting it in and out. He can feel the smaller man breathing more heavily now, so he moves his face away from his neck to peer at him. From what he can tell, Aerion is still asleep, but his white eye brows are pushed together and his pretty mouth parts as he lets out a sigh. Dunk can’t help but to think about a night when he slept over and Aerion had a wet dream, he looked exactly like this.
Dunk's eyes can’t help but to linger on those plush lips, maybe once he's fully awake, he’ll ask Aerion to take his cock in his mouth to celebrate his victory. Gods, he hopes he wakes up soon so he can ask him. He adds a second finger to his cunt, which is leaking slick heavily now and getting the silk sheets soaked. It goes in easily and Dunk curls both fingers to rub against the spot he knows drives the omega crazy.
Aerion gasps, and not in his sleep. His violet eyes shoot open, reading of confusion, lust, and lingering sleep.
“W-what?” Another gasp as Dunk thrusts his finger particularly rough into his pussy and begins to scissor them. The omega looks up at him panicked and Dunk fears for a moment that maybe he’s crossed a line, but as soon as he makes eye contact with him, Aerion lets out a breathy moan and reaches a hand up behind him to Dunk's face. “F-fuck you godsdamn brute, y-you couldn’t even wait for me to wake up. Perv.”
Dunk turns to press a gentle kiss to the princelings palm. “You looked so pretty, I couldn’t help myself.”
He yawns. “Well I don’t know how long you’ve been at it, but I’m already impatient. You’ve been away from me for too long, you should have just shoved your cock in me and fucked me awake.” He arches his back, giving more access to his weeping cunt. He smirks. “No need to be so gentle.”
Dunk growls, his dick is throbbing and leaking in his boxers. Every instinct is screaming at him to listen to the omega, and Duncan is only a man.
He removes his fingers from Aerion, the prince winces at the loss. Dunk pulls his boxers down to kick them off somewhere in the covers, then he pulls at the hoodie Aerion is wearing. He needs it off, needs to feel the warmth of Aerions body heat while he fucks him into the mattress. Thankfully the omega complies and helps him remove the article of clothing.
The Alpha slows down for a moment, just to take in the sight. His omega lays on his stomach, his head turned to the side and pressed against his pillow. His hands grip onto his sheets, preparing for his smaller body to be pounded into. Duncan grips Aerion's hips with both hands and pulls him up so he’s on his knees, but keeps his upper half pinned to the bed.
He leans down to press a kiss to the freckle on the back of his neck, then moves down, making sure to kiss every freckle that rests on milky pale skin.
“For gods sake Duncan, I thought you were going to fuck me. Isn’t that why you woke me up? Just get on with it already- AH~”
He gets cut off by Dunk spanking his ass, not hard. He’s definitely spanked him harder in the past, it’s just enough to get his princeling to shut up. “Shhh,” he soothes the spot he slapped, making Aerion whimper into the pillow, “I won a very important game yesterday, I deserve to take my time with my prize…”
His eyes move down to his glistening cunt and watches as more slick leaks from its folds and run down his thigh. Aerion arches a bit more, fully exposing himself to his alpha. Dunk uses his fingers to scoop up the slick that runs down his thigh, then brings it to his mouth. He moans around his fingers at how sweet the omegas slick is.
Aerion chuckles at him, “I bet you’ve been thinking about tasting me since Friday night hmm? Was my good luck charm not enough? I bet you were thinking about lapping at my pussy like the pathetic dog you are that whole game.” He wiggles his hips teasingly as gently pulls at the folds of his cunt with his thumbs. “Tell me Duncan, it’s ok I won’t judge you.”
Duncan started to whine, Aerion was right. He was a pathetic dog when it came to his cunt. But how could he not be when it was so perfect? “Yes, baby I was thinking about you the whole time, fuck I thought I would go crazy being gone for so long. I-“
“Sshhhh it’s ok puppy. I’m here now, just take what you need.”
With that, Dunk leans to lick a solid strip along his pussy, just to enjoy the taste. Then he gets to work. He eats Aerion out like it’s what he was put on this earth to do. Aerion writhes under him, panting and moaning as Dunk keeps his legs spread and plunges his tongue as deep as he can.
Aerion talks him through it, praising him for making him feel so good. Dunk can feel himself getting lost in pleasuring his omega, what was it Aerion had called him when he was like this? Right, Aerion had called him pussy drunk. There really was no other way to explain the way he gets lightheaded when it comes to Aerion’s pussy.
He has half the mind to stop and change positions so that Aerion can sit on his face and take what he needs right now, but it has to be later. Dunk really thinks his cock might explode if he doesn’t get it into Aerion soon. Dunk shakes his dead to focus, he has to make Aerion finish first.
So, he gets himself to lock back into his task at hand. He sucks and laps at his pussy, only pulling back to scoop some slick into his palm so he can reach around and jerk off Aerions small omega cock. Dunk presses his tongue flat against him and works his hand over the small cock and suddenly Aerion is coming with a yelp. Dunk presses open-mouth kisses to his cunt as it flutters around nothing, it’s enough to make Aerion cry.
Dunk kisses up Aerion's body, leaving a trail of slick and saliva on his back that he’s sure Aerion will be annoyed about later. Aerion is panting open-mouthed and Dunk whispers praises into his ear as he comes down. When the omega gets a hold of himself, he looks Dunk dead in the eye and says, “if you do not put your cock in me right now I will cut it off of you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, gonna fuck you so good I promise.” Dunk nods as he reaches over to Aerion’s night stand where he knows there are condoms sitting in the drawer.
As soon as Aerion sees where he's moving he sits up, almost smacking Dunk's face with the back of his head, and turns around to face him. Then he grabs Dunk's wrist to stop him from moving. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
There’s genuine anger behind his eyes, and he’s griping onto Dunk so hard he’s shocked he hasn’t broken skin yet. Aerion is dangerous when he’s like this, and Dunk will have to be careful with what he says or does next.
“I was just grabbing a condom?”
“Why?”
“So I don’t get you pregnant?” This feels like a test, and judging by the look Aerion gives him he’s failing.
Aerion laughs at him, it’s a mocking laugh with nothing sweet behind it.
“I-I’m confused, you said you would have me gilded if I got you pregnant. Did you change your mind?”
“No you idiot I didn’t change my mind! Do not get me pregnant!” He takes a second to compose himself, takes a deep breath in and out, then licks his lips and moves closer in between Dunk's thighs.
“I’m on birth control, the most expensive trust worthy shit out there. I was going to figure out a fun way to tell you but I don’t care anymore,” he gets up on his knees and gets his face close to dunks. His pupils are blown wide as he stares deep into Dunks, his lips are just out of reach from the alphas. “All I want right now is for you to fuck me as hard as you can, and knot me so your seed ruins my royal womb. Can you do that for me, dog?”
“Yes, yes I can do that, fuck. Just hang on.”
He gets Aerion down on his back and spreads his thighs open. One arm is busy with keeping Aerions bent open, while the other grips his own cock so he can guide it into the omegas waiting hole. He teases the entrance with the head of his cock, letting slick dribble out on top.
It’s sinful, the way his cunt clenches greedily for him. Once Aerion starts whining for him, he takes pity and sinks the fat head inside. Aerion gasps over the intrusion and grapples at Dunk's broad shoulders as his pretty cunt sucks him in.
Dunk takes it slow at first, only giving small thrusts as he inches his way inside. Aerions cunt is always so tight around his length but always so eager to welcome him. Dunk breaths steadily, trying not to blow his load then and there as the omega clenches and unclenches around him.
Then, finally, he bottoms out. His cock is fully sheathed inside Aerion. He had missed this. He hated being away from Aerion for that long. Next away game he was going to figure out a way to get him on that bus.
He leans down to the smokey scent of Aerion’s neck, where it smelt the strongest of incense and caramel. He feels hands petting through his hair, the sensation makes his eyes roll to the back of his head.
That’s all he needs before he’s moving. He isn’t gentle, that’s not what Aerion wants. He slams his hips forwards at a brutal pace, his balls slapping against Aerion. The combined sound of skin on skin and squelching of Aerion’s cunt is vulgar but it only makes him thrust in and out harder.
“F-fuck yesss right there baby you’re doing s-soo good Ngh!”
Dunk's mind feels fuzzy, the only thing he can focus on is the tight squeeze of his omegas pussy around him. He can feel his alpha instincts starting to take over, screaming at him to claim his prize. But he can’t, Aerion would hate him for it. Instead of going for his neck, Dunk nibbles and sucks on Aerion's smooth chest.
Aerion's sensitive nipples are peaked and he takes one into his mouth. Nothing comes out of his flat chest as he suckles on him, but maybe one day Aerion will carry his pup and Dunk could drink his fill. He gets completely drunk on the idea, his body working more and more frantically, cock pumping in and out, as his knot starts to form.
Aerion claws at his back, his thighs start to shake, indicating that he’s about to come again. Dunk reaches between them to palm at the tiny omega cock that’s leaking pre comes, he gets maybe 3 solid strokes before Aerion comes a second time with a slack jaw.
Duncan thinks he looks so beautiful like this, completely fucked out and coming around his alphas cock. He starts to lose his rhythm, his thrusts getting sloppy and slow as he watches Aerion’s pretty face. After Aerion has come down, he takes Dunk's face in a hand, and Dunk turns to press a kiss into the palm.
The omega’s voice is coarse when he speaks up, “look how sweet you’re being, it’s ok baby you can use me,” at some point his legs had dropped to waist, Aerion squeezes them around the much larger man and bucks his hips to encourage him. “Come on baby, use me it’s ok. Just take what you need.”
His voice is so sweet, it sounds like music to Dunk’s ears. He’s too far gone to think or speak so he acts. He picks up the pace again, violently thrusting his cock into the omega. His rhythm is still sloppy but he doesn’t have it in him to care.
He’s lost, he can’t think of anything else but Aerion. He looks into the man’s violet eyes, so pretty…
His knot swells, and without thinking Dunk starts to whimper into Aerions ear, “mama… fuck I love you so fucking much”
“I love you too baby,” and he comes as Aerion kisses his temple.
His knot catches inside of Aerion, reaping his seed inside, and Dunk’s instincts tell him he needs to bite.
He just barely avoids the spot on Aerion’s neck where the mating bite should go and bites into his own forearm.
Aerion pets him through it, whispering praise into his ear. “You did so good, you made me feel so good baby.”
Dunk loved when Aerion was sweet with him like this. It made him feel high.
Eventually, his jaw releases his grip on his arm, but they're still stuck together by their knot. Duncan carefully moves them so that he’s laying on his back away from the wet spot with Aerion on top of him. Once they're both comfortable, he tugs the duvet over them.
Duncan hums happily, “I missed you.”
Aerion has his face smushed into Dunk’s chest and is already drifting back to sleep, “I can tell, but I missed you too. I wish you didn’t have so many away matches.”
“Aye me too.”
There’s a beat of silence, it seems like Aerion is pondering something. Then he turns his head to rest his chin on Dunk’s chest. “You know we’re going to have to talk about it.”
Dunk looks at him confused. “Talk about what?”
Aerion raises an unamused eyebrow at him. “You calling me ‘mama’?”
Duncan’s face burns red with embarrassment, “shit, oh my gods I can’t believe I said that!”
Aerion giggles, but it’s not cruel, “No Duncan it’s okay… I actually was kinda into it?”
“Really?”
He only shrugged then put his head back down. “Yeah, but let’s talk about it later-“ he cuts himself off with a yawn. “You woke me up too early. I’m going back to sleep. Be good and clean me up a bit when the knot goes down. And try not to wake me up.”
Dunk huffs a laugh and wraps his arms around his sleepy prince. “Of course, get some sleep.”
If Dunk falls asleep too, with his cock still buried deep in Aerion, it’s not his fault.
It's Aerion who starts it. He’s the one who wakes up first and rides Dunk while he’s still unconscious.
But Dunk doesn’t complain. What a wonderful way to wake up.