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Slowly, with the upmost care and gentleness, a calloused hand traces over a strangely textured, gray face. "It's okay," the hand's owner whispers, gazing into sharp, silver eyes with such fondness that it confuses the recipient. "I trust you."
Still, the T-103 nicknamed X is still, a calculating edge to his hard eyes that soften with each breath his human companion takes. There's a quizzical noise in his throat, and for perhaps the thousandth time since meeting his darling, little Leon Kennedy, he wishes he were capable of talking; the little noises do little to give his intent, and he's loath to let go of the officer to sign.
"You won't hurt me."
Leon grinds down against X's still clothed cock, his underwear doing little to hide the pooling slick that soaks them. Large hands curl around his thighs, urging the young man to still and just let the tyrant think this through, and so, Leon waits with a honey-dipped smile and a gentle hand tracing a much larger face. Suddenly, X nods and loosens his grip.
"Thank you," Leon murmurs and stands to strip himself the rest of the way.
X knew from the moment he smelled Leon in the police station that the rookie was an omega, a hard-headed resourceful one but an omega nonetheless. Yet, it was only after being placed in this safehouse together, where Leon began to show him what freedom truly meant, that he learned Leon is trans. The scars on his chest are faded from the years but still just as eye-catching as the day the bandages were finally removed. Slick drips from his cunt down his legs and shines in the stark afternoon light.
Large hands open the tyrant’s pants to fish out his slowly hardening prick, and Leon’s eyes widen as he realizes what has the tyrant so worried. Easily ten inches long and four wide, it would be a daunting task for even the greatest of size queens, but he refuses to back down when he’s finally got X to let him do this. So, Leon slides back into X’s lap, grips the other’s dick, and forces himself down on it.
The blunt head splits him wide with a burning stretch that almost makes him rethink this idea, but he drops down almost six inches without giving himself a moment to breathe. Biting at his finger to swallow the discomfort before it can use his voice to make itself known, Leon sinks lower in a bid to power through it and distract X with pleasure, but the tyrant watches his face with those piercing eyes… X grips Leon’s legs to stop him from taking any more of the bioweapon’s massive erection and nuzzles at the top of his head until Leon’s relaxing further into his hold.
Even then, X refuses to pull Leon down any further than the cop managed to shove into himself; instead, he lifts Leon up and lowers him down so gently. There’s a strange kind of terror in his heart; when they first met, he nearly killed the human, but to hurt him now would be his undoing.
Leon’s hand hovers over his stomach and watches with unbridled lust as the thrust inwards forms a small bulge in his abdomen. “God, you’re big,” he breathes, biting at his lip to numb the pain lingering in his stretched cunt. Silver eyes bore into his skin as they both watch the bulge disappear and reappear with each slow thrust into his body. His insides hug the thick shaft, coaxing it in further even though they both know that there isn’t much more he could get inside without bumping too hard against his cervix.
“I’m okay…”
The next thrust is harder than the last but just as shallow, driving the air from his lungs. He bounces in X’s hold like a good, little omega, purring in between little mewls and keens that drive his non-oriented partner on faster and faster until he’s dropping a hand between them to rub at his clit. He wails when a particularly hard thrust against his walls presses him into X’s chest and tears his hand away from his soaked pussy.
Choking on his own spit, Leon clutches X’s shirt with curled talon fingers and shakes as strangely cool semen spills into him. He quakes, spasming around the massive length as he milks out every drop he can, and only then does he lean back and looks down at the bulge. A small smile works its way onto his blissed-out face before he’s chuckling. “I guess, it’s a good thing I can’t get pregnant.”