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Max came back from the kitchen of his apartment bringing two glasses of iced tea. The berries flavored one, with mint and ginger, was Nat's favourite.
He put them down on the coffee table in the living room, which faced the largest sofa, where the youngest was sitting reading the script for their next series together.
Ever since he came to his apartment to read the script and practice their lines together, Nat had looked a little stiff and his eyes had an unusual glassy look. Max could perceive a slight sour smell mixed with his natural pistachio scent and his soft perfume that was already fading, like the effect of the scent blocker lotion that he applied every morning.
Nat was practicing a couple of lines which he was having trouble memorizing and pronouncing. He had been trying for about ten minutes without getting them right until he sighed in defeat.
"You'll make it, don't worry. Let's just practice the easiest parts for the time we have left," Max tried to comfort him.
He patted his head and then his hand went down on its own accord to the back of the younger boy's neck. It was a habit of him to place a light caress at the base of his neck, near his glands, to comfort him. Nat liked it and it relaxed him, so it was a way for him to convey security and calm. Except this time the little one's face, instead of relaxing, contorted into a grimace of pain and instinctively he jerked away from his hand, letting out a groan:
"Ouch!"
"What's wrong?" The older man asked, concerned.
"It's just that… I've been really stressed out these past few days and you know how I get when I'm like that."
Max knew what Nat meant. It had happened a few times before, in these more than three years that they had been working together. When Nat was too stressed out about his studies and work, his neck's glands would get atrophied from producing too much of acidic pheromones, making them swollen and tender to the touch.
Now Max understood why he was wearing a wide-necked T-shirt. The fabric rub probably bothered him.
"Did you put ointment on it?" He asked, remembering what Nat used to do to ease the pain.
"Yeah, a couple of times today. But it doesn't get better."
Max looks at him worried.
"I'll be fine. It won't affect my performance when we shoot."
"I'm not worried about that, I'm worried about Nong."
Nat smiled, making a cute face to distract him. But that wasn't going to work, Max already knew his tricks.
"Does it hurt a lot? You've been very stiff this whole time."
Nat sighed understanding that Phi would not drop the subject.
"It was only a slight discomfort for a few days and this morning the rubbing of the clothes bothered me a bit, but it has gotten worse during the day… so yeah, it's hurting a lot right now," he finished by confessing.
Nat no longer knew what to do. The pain pills weren't working, the anti-inflammatory ointment wasn't working either, and putting on cold packs felt even more painful. He had made the effort to try to ignore it while he was rehearsing with P'Max, because his schedule was tight and he couldn't put off this meeting, but he was already reaching his tolerance limit.
"Do you want me to put ointment on it and give you a massage?" Max asked suddenly, to his surprise.
It was known that an alpha's calm pheromones could help alleviate swollen glands, along with physical contact such as a massage, as they triggered a positive reaction in an omega's body and helped to resolve atrophy.
The point was that a glands massage was something very intimate, which you couldn't do, for example, with your siblings or parents because it was more sexual in nature. It wasn't sexual per se, but the associated physiological reactions were unavoidable, so it was more pertinent for your partner to do it.
Nat didn't have a boyfriend, so he didn't have anyone to ask for a massage.
However, Max was volunteering right now.
Nat wanted to say yes because, oh god, it was like a wet dream come true. But for the same reason he was hesitant. He knew the effect Max would have on him and wasn't sure he could deal with Phi denying him what his body was going to ask for later.
Faced with Nong's uncertain silence, Max retracted his words, saying with a faint blush:
"That was weird, nevermind. I'm just…I'm worried you're going to end up in the hospital."
Nat had indeed once fallen into the hospital for this when he was 16. It had been four long years since then and he had learned to deal with his condition. Actually, a massage from the big, beautiful alpha in front of him was a much more appealing idea than ending up in the hospital.
"Okay, Phi. Let's do it." Nat was suddenly embarrassed by his choice of words and added nervously "The massage, I mean... I'd appreciate it."
"Only if Nong is sure," Max replied reluctantly.
"I'm sure," the youngest looked at him with determination.
"Okay, krub," the older man nodded.
Nat got up to get the ointment from his bag, which rested on the adjacent sofa, and passed it to Max. Then he sat back down next to him, but with his back to him, so he would have better access to his neck.
The alpha applied a little of the product to his fingertips and gently tugged at the younger's tshirt to better expose the area around the base of his neck.
"Let me know if it hurts," he told him, unable not to feel a little nervous, either because he had never done this before or because having Nat like this, exposed for him, made him think and feel not so innocent things.
It didn't help that they could both smell the… interest , in each other.
They both knew they were attracted to each other, it was something impossible to hide when everyone could smell what the others felt, except when they used scent blockers. But that didn't mean anything, since they were alpha and omega, which meant they were made to like each other by nature.
Even when Nat was too young and they had started working together, the alpha would rather they used blockers all the time to avoid awkward situations. The pheromones of a hormonal omega in his teens were hard to deal with, so it was safer for both of them to use scent suppressants.
On top of that, Max had always made it clear that Nat was just a Nong to him. It was bizarre to think of him the way an alpha thinks of an omega, since Nat wasn't an adult yet. However, years had passed since then. The feelings had evolved, their relationship had become closer. Max no longer saw Nat as just a Nong, how could he when the younger had grown to become the most beautiful omega that his eyes had ever seen, while he kept that characteristic sweet heart.
Despite that, there was a long way between feeling and doing something about it. Due to their jobs and their age gap, the alpha hadn't wanted to do anything about it.
Max carefully placed his fingertips on the base of Nat's neck, where it met his left shoulder. The little one hissed in pain as the sour scent coming from his glands filled the air.
"It's very swollen," the older one commented, feeling it to the touch and noticing that it hurt when he was barely touching him.
"Maybe it's too late for a massage," Nat said, upset.
"We'll see about that…"
Max applied more ointment to his fingers and brushed them on the left side again. Nat took a deep breath and the alpha focused on producing pheromones of calm and security.
When the delicate rubbing became too much to bear, Nat said:
“It hurts, Phi."
So Max switched to the right side to continue with the other area, helping himself with more ointment.
He kept going like this, alternating his ministrations between both areas, until the minutes passed and the sour smell became less pungent.
Nat sighed with relief. The massage was working little by little.
.
.
.
They didn't know how much time had passed as they were wrapped in their bubble of pheromones.
The youngest's glands no longer ached. Nat felt like he was floating thanks to the calm that the alpha transmitted to him. His touch was firmer now, kneading his shoulders in a pincer manner, one hand on each side of his neck.
It felt good.
Because he had been so tensed up all day in pain and now P'Max was massaging his shoulders, working out the knots and loosening the muscles. At the same time he rubbed over his glands in circles with his fingertips, insistent and dedicated.
Nat sighed with pleasure. It felt great.
And it kept feeling better and better.
Until it suddenly felt too good .
There was a soft moan as Nat's sweet, heady pheromones of pleasure suddenly filled the room. As if a bottle of delicious perfume had fallen to the floor, breaking into pieces and suddenly releasing all its exquisite scent.
Max was hit so hard by the effect those pheromones had on his own body that he froze for a moment. His heart beating hard and his brain dazed by the overpowering aroma.
When the older man managed to regain his composure a little bit, he knew that his self-control wouldn't hold up much longer.
"I think… we should stop here…" he said with a voice hoarser than usual, swallowing dry.
That snapped Nat back to reality. Realizing that his body had reacted too enthusiastically and that he had even wet his underwear.
“Actually,” Max added, “I'm going out while you leave and the air here gets cleared up a bit."
"Okay, Phi…" Nat replied in a tiny whisper. "I'm sorry," he apologized sheepishly, as he brought his hands to his crotch to hide the evidence of his arousal,ñ. Though the scent of his pheromones and slick couldn't be disguised.
Max noted the slight acid tone that took on his scent, which could be interpreted as hurt feelings or sadness. That's why he said:
"Don't apologize, you didn't do anything wrong."
Nat wanted to believe him, but the fact that Phi was suddenly running away like this inevitably made him think that his reaction had freaked him out.
Even if he wanted to, Nat couldn't help but feel attracted to his Phi, he was the most handsome alpha he'd ever been close to, they were also very compatible, their on-screen chemistry attracted people for a reason. But not only that, in the time they had been working together Max had taken very good care of him and Nat had developed very strong and deep feelings for him.
Feelings that were not mutual apparently. Because, while he could smell P'Max's interest in the air, it could simply be an involuntary reaction to an omega's pheromones, it didn't necessarily mean that the older one was genuinely interested in him as a person… as Nat .
Max went quickly for his wallet and keys to leave, while he breathed through his mouth so the pheromones wouldn't get to his head so fast. Still the alpha could swear he felt the sweet taste of Nat in his mouth. He had never been so attracted to the scent of an omega before, and he had had his fair share of partners in the past. It was a bit disconcerting even to him.
Then the older man said goodbye hastily and went to the door. He grabbed the knob to twist it and exit, but instead his hand went still.
The truth was, he didn't want to leave.
He didn't want to leave Nat smelling like sadness there and he didn't want to stop breathing the wonderful air that surrounded them, a mixture of both their scents and their desire.
When he proposed the idea of giving Nong an intimate massage he grossly underestimated the effect Nat had on him. Now how could he carry on as if nothing had happened, after being faced with the truth that Nat was so special to him?
Nat could be that special person that stories or older people spoke of, those who had been successful in love.
Max didn't want to leave.
He wanted to confirm what his instincts were screaming at him.
So the alpha decided to turn around and go to the omega sitting on the sofa. Saying nothing, he took his petite face in his big hands, leaned down and kissed him.
Nat kissed him back and his sweet pheromones filled the air around them again. When they broke apart shortly after, they needed a moment to clear the pheromone-induced haze from their minds.
Then, to his surprise, Nat looked at the older one with hurt in his eyes:
"Phi, if you're doing this just because I smell good…" Max understood his insecurity. Nat didn't want to be just another omega on his list.
"It's not like that." The older man assured him, sitting next to him and taking his thin hands between his larger ones. "I didn't tell you, because I feel like I'm not the right person for you…"
"Phi… don't say that, you've taken good care of me all this time. You've been an excellent partner in all aspects."
“I've worked hard to be a better person for Nong."
"See? I've always thought that you're the right one for me."
Max caressed his cheek gently and then slipped his hand to pull him close by the nape and kiss him again. This time it didn't take long for the kiss to turn passionate. Nat wrapped his arms tightly around Phi's neck and pulled him even closer.
It was hard to resist, but a moment later Max broke away from the kiss to say:
"Let's not get carried away by pheromones."
The alpha tried to put distance between them, but Nat wouldn't let him, pulling him tighter by the neck and kissing him again with naked desire. Max couldn't help but kiss him with burning desire as well. His tongue sought out its mate and Nat sucked on it and tangled them sensually. A chill ran through them both from head to toe.
Then Max tried to regain control a second time, pulling away from the fiery kiss:
“Let's take it easy,” he tried to reason with Nat. “You deserve better than being fucked the same day of a first kiss. You deserve to be wooed and taken on dates."
The little one interrupted him saying, “Phi, I don't care about what I deserve. I only care about what I want. And I want you , now ."
Max felt his body catch fire from the omega's tantalizing attitude and his passionate words. Nat, smelling the wonderful pheromones of desire emanating from the alpha, added desperately:
"Please… I want you so much."
Max fell for his sweetness like an ant drawn to honey, then unable to escape the sticky texture of it.
With a growl he attacked the base of Nong's neck, kissing open-mouthed and sucking on his glands as he had been dying to do from the start. Nat moaned as he let himself be devoured, while his body was shaken by a delicious electricity and his ass produced slick again.
Max's instincts asked him to bite on the little one's glands, to leave his mark on his shoulder and claim the petite omega as his forever. But he couldn't do it yet. They still had a long way to go. The time would come eventually, in the future.
After nipping and sucking on his glands to his liking, the alpha took a break to tell him:
"You have no idea about the things I want to do to you, Nong Nat," he whispered darkly against his spit-damp skin.
"No, but you can show me, Phi," the youngest replied, completely abandoned to his whims.
Max did just that, taking off Nat's pants and his underwear. The smell of his slick had been calling him and tempting him for a while now. He also took the time to remove his own shirt and pants, staying only in his boxers.
"You can tell me to stop at any time, okay?"
Nat nodded, feeling self-conscious at being exposed like this. Then the alpha lifted his legs from behind the knees and dragged him closer to the edge of the couch, where he knelt on the floor and without letting go, bending him in two, he leaned down to bury his face directly into his ass.
"Whoa!" The younger boy exclaimed at being tasted in that intimate area.
Max's hot, slippery tongue lapped enthusiastically at his slick and his lips sucked at the delicate skin between his asscheeks. It was so hot, and it felt so good, that it didn't take long for Nat's half-hard cock to fill completely and stand against his belly with interest.
Nat shuddered each time Phi's tongue insistently ran over his tight hole. He wanted to be penetrated there. When Max suddenly inserted the tip of his tongue, opening his little ring, Nat moaned in delight and felt a new wave of thick slick pour from his body in abundance. He had never produced so much before and was a little embarrassed to get so wet, especially since Max had his face buried right there.
"No, Phi," he begged, trying to push his head away with his hands.
Max stopped short and sat up a little to look at his face. Nat's cheeks became redder when he noticed that his fluids impregnated the entire area of his mouth and chin, giving it a faint shine.
The older one wiped his face with the back of his hand before asking:
"No? Do you want us to stop?"
"No, just…" Nat had to admit that he had said that without thinking. How to explain to phi that he really liked what he did to him but he was ashamed for him?
Seeing that Nong went silent, the older one said:
"N'Nat, you have to use your words, okay? Speak clearly, I don't want to do something you don't want or make you feel uncomfortable."
Nat steeled himself to reply:
"I like… what you're doing. It feels amazing, but I'm making a mess…I can't help it."
"It's okay to make a mess, it's normal if your body feels good."
"But your face… I'm sorry."
Max smiled sweetly, though the dangerous glint in his eyes and the sharp scent of him indicated that his desire hadn't diminished."
"I like you making a mess," he told him sensually, licking his lips and looking at him like a predator at his prey. "I love your scent and taste. I want to taste you more." Then he placed a soft but suggestive kiss on the inside of his pale thigh.
His words and his touch intensely rekindled Nat's desire, displacing the feeling of shyness.
Well, if P'Max liked what they were doing too, Nat had no further qualms.
"Okay, Phi... I want more," he answered, aroused.
Max nodded.
“This time we're changing positions. Get on all fours." The older man grabbed him to kneel on the sofa and lean in, resting on his forearms. It made Nat so turned on to be maneuvered like this by the alpha that he meekly complied.
"Is it okay like this?" Max asked hoarsely, unable to help but devour the cute omega and the erotic spectacle in front of him with his gaze.
"Yes, Phi. Please…” he asked as he looked back and saw the alpha kneeling behind him, his expression darkened with desire and his thick cock standing proudly inside his boxers. Nat moaned pitifully, he couldn't take his arousal anymore. Max responded with a kind of purr from his chest to calm him down and without wasting any more time he resumed his task.
This time he had better access so he put each one of his big hands on one buttock to knead sensually and give himself space to then bury his face where he liked it best.
"Mmh…" the alpha moaned appreciatively, persistently licking his little ring and all around it, following the natural shape of his anatomy and savoring the abundant fluids that gushed from inside.
Fuck, he liked his omega slick so much. The pheromones from his internal glands, contained in the thick fluid, smelled wonderful and the taste of him was like an elixir of pistachio honey. After tasting Nat once, he knew he couldn't stop, he had become addicted to him.
Meanwhile, the omega whimpered and whined at the intense outburst of the older man. His petite body shuddered violently every time the alpha put his lips around his entrance and sucked hard on his delicate anatomy. And then when he stiffened his tongue to work its way through the tight virgin ring, passionately fucking him with his tongue until he no longer felt it.
Nat was out of himself, he didn't even notice that he was drooling from one corner of his mouth, the pleasure was so intense and overwhelming.
From time to time Max would bow down, licking the sensitive, flushed skin of his perineum until he reached out and took his balls one at a time into his mouth to suck and play with them. Then he worked his way along his dick, licking with his slippery hot tongue from the base to the tip where a trickle of pre-cum oozed from the round, swollen head.
Max also took that fluid in his mouth with gusto, the bitterness of it mixed with the sweetness of his slick made an intoxicating mix that drove him crazy. He shoved the omega's pink cock into his mouth to suck on it with abandon until hollowing his cheeks. Since omegas tended to have a smaller dick than betas and obviously the alphas, Nat's would fit entirely in his mouth with a little effort and he would make sure to suck it good, bobbing his head rhythmically.
After a while enjoying the front and back of him, the voice of the omega was heard:
"Aahh, Phi... I wanna cum..." Nat suddenly begged between moans.
Max pulled his tongue out from where he had it buried deep in his ass to ask:
"How do you want to cum, baby?"
"In your mouth… but my butt feels good too."
The older one knew exactly what Nat needed.
"I'll take care of it, teerak," he said, placing a soft kiss on his asscheek.
Then he dipped his fingers in the slick that trickled down the creamy skin of his inner thighs and carefully slipped one into his hole. The younger one gasped loudly.
"Do you like it?"
"Yes… I want more." He moaned.
His entrance was already dilated so Max inserted two fingers up to his knuckles. He then began to move them jerkily, searching for his prostate.
"AH, Phi! YES!"
It didn't take long for the older man to find the right angle and began massaging his prostate with dedication. Nat was gasping and moaning loudly, barely able to breathe.
Then Max lowered his head and swallowed his cock into his wet hot mouth, sucking hard. The angle was a bit awkward but Nat didn't seem to mind.
"Phi, I'm gonna…"
Max murmured his approval around his dick, continuing to suck. The vibration was what pushed the younger one to his climax.
With a loud groan and tears at the corner of his eyes, Nat came in Phi's mouth, who eagerly swallowed every last drop of his cum. Then the smaller one collapsed on the sofa, exhausted and dazed with the force of his orgasm. The alpha caressed his nape gently, feeling proud of his work.