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“Put me down!”
Antinous’ hold on him only tightens, the fucking bastard. And no matter how much Telemachus squirms and tries to slither out of it, he can’t get himself out of the man’s iron grip. Not that he’s going to give up, he’s a fighter through and through. And he’s not about to let something as ridiculous as this– being carried bridal style– stop him from continuing to become an even greater fighter.
“Antinous, Tinny!” Telemachus grunts when he feels the hint of claws scrape the back of his thigh.
And still the man doesn’t drop him or loosen his grip on him enough to let the younger man go. And it’s just pissing him off, Telemachus narrows his eyes and looks the older man dead in the face. Giving him his best glare, knowing that his piercing blue star is enough to render most alpha’s weak.
And it usually works on this alpha too, Telemachus has found out that while Antinous is strong, large, and dangerous, the alpha is nothing more than a cup of pudding when he’s even in the same room as Telemachus. It’s honestly pretty hysterical that it took Telemachus being the one to offer a courtship. Almost unheard of for an omega to go down on one knee and offer their neck to an alpha. But Telemachus had worn himself ragged trying to get the older man to take the hint. He had tried for months to get Antinous to take the hint and bend him over.
But the stupid fucking man was so hellbent on himself that he didn’t even realize that he had an omega throwing himself at him.
Of course, maybe the fact that Antinous had been trying to court his mother had played a factor into it. But in all honesty, it’s not like she would have taken Antinous even if he hadn’t been an alpha. It’s not uncommon for subgenders of the same to court each other, although it is a more rare occurrence for subgenders that aren’t betas. An alpha and alpha or omega and omega can live a normal and satisfactory life, they’re well past the need as a society to only live to produce an heir.
Telemachus knows for the fact that it’s not the subgender of Antinous that stopped his mother from accepting a suit; her heart already belonged to her father.
A tale that Telemachus has heard more times than his own lessons. Something that he has cemented in his own mind as the pinnacle of romance.
So when he set his sights on Antinous; he knew that before the summer of his twenty-first year was over, he'd have that alpha one way or another.
Except that Antinous lives up to his name and Telemachus had had to basically bend over backwards to get the man to even look at him. It had taken getting into quite the heated scuffle, after months of traded barbs and strong words, to get the man to give him his full attention. And it had been… Exhilarating. Perfect, everything that he had ever wanted. It got only better when he met a literal goddess through his initial fight with the alpha.
The only problem was that Antinous didn’t see Telemachus’ act of defiance and eventual submission to the older man as flirting. Which is ridiculous, Telemachus had read scroll after scroll of heated stories of how alphas usually like an omega who put up a little fight. Enjoying the chase of it all before being allowed to have a relationship with them.
And an even worse problem was that when he asked his newly acquired friend what to do, Athena simply told him to get over it and just tell Antinous to be his mate. She’s not very well equipped with relationship advice.
So Telemachus had tried everything. Even more heated words shared between the two of them, more fights, he tried being sweet and doting on the man, offering him jewels and flowers, even going so far as to cook him his favourite feast. But that only left him with suspicion and being brushed off.
Essentially, he had had enough and decided to take a bit of Athena‘s advice with his own. Marching up to the alpha and putting himself on his knees before him, craning his neck to the side and all but begging the man to be his alpha.
Apparently Antinous hadn’t been oblivious to his advances, he just hadn’t believed it. The man was so stupid that he didn’t think that an omega like Telemachus would want someone like him. Even the rest of the suitors had known Telemachus was trying to court him.
Telemachus got what he wanted in the end, and he had quite the mating bite to prove it. On multiple parts of his skin. It was easy to get the older man to drop his suit once they shared a bed. And it was the wake up call for a lot of the other men as well, who realized that it wasn’t really the crown or the queen they were after, just a chance to find genuine love. And Ithaca is prospering with young, unmated or widowed people.
Telemachus had been extremely proud of himself for getting the men to leave without even trying all that hard. Except now he’s regretting it immensely with the older man not letting him the fuck down.
“Antinous, I swear to the gods if you don’t let me down this instant, you’re sleeping in Argos’ doghouse for the next six years.”
Antinous snorts, finally sliding his eyes over to meet his gaze. And what a cocky fucking bastard he is. Not showing a lick of trepidation as he meets Telemachus’ glare with a bemused grin. “Naw.”
And that’s all he says, which just makes Telemachus even more furious. Because the man has been known to yap his head off for hours on end, and yet the moment that Telemachus actually expects him to defend himself or go on a long rant, he doesn’t. What a fucking bastard.
“Make that ten--no, twenty years.”
“I will cherish each year with the knowledge I convinced you to rest.”
“I don’t need rest,” Telemachus snaps, his arms moving to cross over each other. Not petulantly, but still quickly. Like the powerful warrior that he is. Although he chooses to ignore the way that his entire body shakes with over exertion. “I need to train.”
“Tel, you can barely stand,” Antinous says to which Telemachus huffs and looks away. “Even your goddess friend agrees with me.”
Traitor, Telemachus thinks glumly. She’s supposed to be on his side. Wasn’t she the one who always told him not to put his romantic relationships before his training?
“C’mon, little wolf, please?”
“Don’t give me those sad puppy dog eyes,” Telemachus grumbles, making the mistake to meet the older man’s eyes again, and his heart nearly breaking into one million pieces at the soulful look that the alpha is giving him.
“Is it working?” The hint of a smile, almost ruins the effect, mirth in the fact that the older man has him wrapped around his finger, not the other way around. Well, they both have each other wrapped around their fingers. Amongst other parts.
“No,” Telemachus lies, having to grind his teeth together. He’s not a very good liar and it’s evident that Antinous can tell with how his eyes shine with satisfaction. “Thirty years.”
Antinous doesn’t comment on it and carries him down the halls. For a moment, Telemachus thinks that the older man has taken him to their bedroom. Where he’ll be forced to take a power nap before going to dinner. His parents don’t have anything planned for the evening and he wouldn’t mind spending the night just with his alpha. Not that he minds being with his parents, but sometimes they can be a bit… Affectionate with one another. Not in a sexual manner, just by basically clinging to one another. And of course he’s a hypocrite, because he and Antinous are the same way.
His thoughts are proven wrong when the alpha carries him past their bedroom and turns a corner, not into a few of the maids and guards as he makes his way down the hallways. It isn’t until they’re standing in front of the huge set of double doors that Telemachus realizes where they are.
“If you thought I reeked, you could’ve just told me. I can take a bath by myself.”
“Ah, but where’s the fun of that?” And there’s enough of a hint of mischief to Antinous’ voice that gets a feeling buzzing in Telemachus’ gut. Relying on just one hand to hold onto the omega, Antinous opens the door and slips inside. Being carried bridal style isn’t anything new to Telemachus but he can’t help but admire the strength. With just one arm he’s able to carry him and— ah, fuck, Telemachus is just an omega after all.
Unfortunately, for his growing arousal and swooning, Antinous sets him down onto a Kline after he closes the door behind them and makes his way over to a corner of the bathhouse. This bathhouse isn’t technically Telemachus’ owned private space, but it very well may be. It used to be one bath house that the suitors used, but with them gone, there’s only two people that use it.
“There,” Antinous says, grinning down at him.
And it just pisses Telemachus off so he stands up to chew out the older man and maybe maybe give him a well-deserved push. Except that he stands up too quickly, his legs having grown used to not having to take him from one place to the next as he was being carried. Shaking even when he’s sitting down, so that when he stands up, too fast, they’re unable to support him, and they give him almost immediately. Luckily, or unluckily, for him, he has both an alpha in front of him and a Kline behind him.
Antinous acts quickly, as if he was expecting this, and has his hands hooked under the younger man’s armpits and gently guides him down to the Kline before Telemachus so much as teeters too much. “Careful,” Antinous murmurs in that soft way that speaks to Telemachus’ inner omega. The omega that yearns to be taken care of and—
Fuck, yeah, he’s exhausted. Training with Athena is the greatest thing he’s ever been able to do. Not only does she teach him all the things that he never was able to, he also enjoys spending time with her. She is stern, harsh in a way when she forces him to do the same attacks again and again. Pushing his body to the limit by making him run for miles and miles. But she is not cruel with her training, she understands the limits that his body has and knows when to give him rest. Which is something that Telemachus may or may not be taking advantage of. Because he isn’t completely exhausted when they finish training. So he takes that as an opportunity to push himself more. Training in between their sessions. He thought he was being so sigh about it, except that there’s nothing he can hide from the goddess of wisdom.
And it had been slowly eating away at him. And it turns out that Athena wasn’t the only one who noticed it.
Antinous may be stupid, but that doesn’t mean that he’s dumb. Well, he is. But unfortunately, only what it matters to Telemachus. When the younger man doesn’t want the alpha to be observant, he is.
“Fuck, Telemachus pants, dizzy. “You’re… you’re right.”
“Hmm, what was that?” Antinous says cockily.
Almost enough for Telemachus to take it back but— he’s tired. And he… he wants Antinous to take care of him. “You are… right. I’ve been… pushing myself.”
He’s rewarded with the scent of cinnamon and feels his body sag. There’s a dip beside him on the Kline and he can’t help the way his body instinctively leans into it. Feeling the older man’s arms wrapped around him, and finding his face in the crook of Antinous’ neck. Inhaling deeply and feeling his body relax more and more. Now that he isn’t focussed on pushing his body to the limits, he’s just as aware of his own muscles, quivering with exhaustion. How his bones seem to be heavier than normal. And how his mind is yearning for nothing but blankness.
“I know, I know,” Antinous whispers. One hand rubbing up and down his arm while the other one is working to unpin his clasps on his shoulders. “You always push yourself. It’s how I know you’ll make a great king.”
“You think so?” Telemachus asks, peering up at the man.
“Oh, I know so.”
And it’s easy to let Antinous gently press their lips together. Soft and not at all heated or messy. Just pressing and moving their mouths together in a way that’s ridiculously sappy for the two of them. But it’s what Telemachus needs right now and he all but melts into the kiss. His chiton is dropped and he feels Antinous’ hands move to his chest and arms, rubbing up and down soothingly.
Pulling away for breath, Telemachus lets his chiton be pulled down all the way, being tossed somewhere onto the floor. As he reclines back on the seat, he watches as the alpha removes his own chiton. And of course, he can’t help but admire the body that lies beneath it. Muscles and fat and hair covering him. The scent of cinnamon filling the air even more so. And he knows for a fact that Antinous is inhaling apples.
He should feel embarrassed with how heavily he starts to purr. In the quiet, empty bathhouse, there’s no mistaking the sound. Or the fact that it’s coming from his own throat, his mouth hanging open as he inhales greedily the smell of his mate.
“Someone’s clearly been neglected.”
“Fuck off,” Telemachus tries to sound annoyed but his voice is breathless and his tone hitches.
“I apologize, my sweet. For not seeing your exhaustion sooner. I promise, I will make up for it,” Antinous says, discarding his own fabric onto the floor and swooping back in for another kiss. This one is much more heated, and all it takes is the teasing slide of his tongue against the younger man’s bottom lip for Telemachus to open and let Antinous in. He moans softly as the alpha starts to explore his mouth with his tongue. Finding his own tongue meeting Antinous’ and teasing him back. Antinous chuckles his throaty, deep chuckle and there’s hands on Telemachus’ shoulders. Pushing him down gently onto the leather Kline and following as he goes. So that the man is crawling over him until their bodies are flush against each other.
They’re very naked, bodies, and Telemachus suddenly isn’t so exhausted anymore. Well, he is, but his body is being filled with an arousal that renders his exhaustion secondary to his excitement. Antinous rolls his hips and Telemachus gasps, feeling his hardness against his soft stomach.
“An… Tinny,” Telemachus whimpers between kisses, trying to grind himself up to meet the man’s cock.
Antinous hums and presses down harder, earning another moan from Telemachus. “Relax, Tel,” he whispers. “Let me take care of you.” And then he’s reaching one of his hands down to Telemachus' thighs.
Telemachus has already started to produce slick. A lot, and it’s only now that he realizes they haven’t had sex in… weeks. Not unheard of for most couples. But they’re not most couples and they barely go a night without being tangled in the sheets.
Telemachus parts his legs, easy to do so now that the older man has let up on the weight on his thighs. Making it easy for Telemachus to part his legs as far as they will allow, which is a lot since he’s so flexible. Antinous murmurs a thanks before sliding his hands to his weeping cunt.
He would be embarrassed that he’s this wet, if he wasn’t so fucking turned on. And it’s all the Alpha‘s fault. For not taking initiative and bending him over earlier. Telemachus will choose to blame Antinous rather than himself, thank you very much.
Antinous runs two fingers up his inner thigh, collecting copious amounts of slick, before opening those two fingers up in a V shape and massaging them up and down his cunt lips. In slow, steady motions and Telemachus is trying to cant his hips up to catch them inside of him. But the other man’s hands on his waist keeps him firmly in place. He whines, tilting his head back and trying to distract the alpha with his bared throat. It works. Sort of. Because Antinous does move his mouth from his own to his neck, and starts sucking hickey after hickey, mapping his throat with his teeth and tongue. But it doesn’t stop the man from teasing the outside of his pussy.
“Tinny, Tin, please,” Telemachus begs.
“So needy,” Antinous croons. And the scent of cinnamon is dizzying, rendering Telemachus nothing but his subgender. Outside of the bedroom, he and Antinous couldn’t be more equal, and if anything, Telemachus has more control in their romantic life. But when it’s just the two of them in these heated moments, Antinous becomes an alpha in every sense of the word. And Telemachus wouldn’t have it any other way. He knows that if he were to ask for a change in their dynamic, the man would do so without hesitation. That’s what makes it all the more alluring.
The two fingers slip into Telemachus slowly and Telemachus breathes out a high pitched moan. It’s a tight fit for two to begin with but he can take it. Hell, he’s taken Antinous without prep a few times.
Antinous’ fingers are thick and long, perfect for stretching him out. Telemachus whines as the man pushes them into the last knuckle and starts petting his insides. Crooking them perfectly for—
“Antinous!” Telemachus cries out when Antinous hooks them just right and bites down on his mating claim at the same time.
Telemachus really has been neglecting his needs for that’s all it takes for his small dick to spray out watery cum and his cunt to clench around those thick fingers. Antinous works him through his first orgasm and stops moving his fingers when Telemachus comes down from it, kissing his open, panting mouth with a cockiness that only Antinous is able to make endearing.
“Fuck, hmm,” Telemachus mumbles.
Antinous smiles against his mouth and it’s when he pushes a third finger that Telemachus realizes he wasn’t done. And good thing too, Telemachus is so pent up that just one orgasm isn’t able to satisfy him in the slightest.
“Tinny…”
“Allow me to properly tend to you, my king,” Antinous croons. And with words like that, Telemachus is weak to letting him work his way up to four fingers before the man deems him ready. This time as he’s stretching him out, Antinous doesn’t let him cum. Keeping him firmly from the edge as he works in up only to work him back down.
Telemachus is a whining and petulant mess by the time the older man is pulling his fingers out, giving his small dick, a slight stroke. “Antinous, please. You fucking bastard. I hate you, I hate you, please.” Of course his words are breathless and his voice is too high to be passed off as anything but needy. He knows he’s not sounding the least bit intimidating.
“My darling Omega,” Antinous whispers and Telemachus is grinding his cunt against Antinous’ cock, keening high and begging his alpha to fuck him. “I’ll provide.” And Antinous is slipping his head inside of Telemachus and then all of him in one fell swoop. Making all thoughts flee Telemachus’ mind as he’s filled with his husband’s cock.
Antinous waits for him to adjust, ever the patient alpha. Telemachus knows that he must look a mess; chest heaving, mouth parted and drool slipping down his chin, skin covered in a layer of sweat, and pupils dilated. Not to mention the copious amounts of apple that he’s emitting from himself. Trying to allure the alpha with his scent.
And it must be working because the moment he finds the strength to peer up at his alpha, Antinous is moving. Painstakingly slow as he pulls his hips away, only to slide them back in. Not leaving the younger man without his cunt being filled for longer than he can bear. The friction of the other man’s cock against his inner most sensitive wall is tantalizing. And the omega is throwing his head back against the pillows of the Kline and moaning.
“Alpha, Alpha, Alpha,” Telemachus whines. Unable to meet the man’s thrusts with those large and heavy hands on his hips. He can do nothing but take it.
“Omega, my Omega. Mine,” Antinous growls, his mouth latched onto the mating bite as he starts to pick up speed.
Telemachus moans and does his bed to nod his head. He is. He is Antinous’. In every sense of the way.
“Fuck, hmm, smell so good. Feel so good,” Antinous mumbles, muffled from his teeth pressing against Telemachus’ already marked skin.
“Yours,” Telemachus agrees. He can feel himself getting close again and— “Fuck!”
It catches him off guard, surprised at his body for being pushed over the edge so quickly. He’s howling and arching his back, somehow able to thrust his hips up to meet the older man’s cock. His little dick spraying more watery cum as his cunt clenching hard around the cock inside of him. Feels much better to orgasm with his alpha’s claim, both from his mouth and his cock. And his mind is blank again with pleasure.
Antinous is growling and pistoning in and out of him much faster. And it barely takes more than a few more thrusts for his knot to catch and Antinous is sinking his teeth deep into his mating bite. Telemachus orgasming again from the feeling even though his prick is too spent to let any cum dribble out. His cunt surely makes up for it by the choked sound Antinous makes.
“Tele, Tel, Teh…” Antinous is groaning into his skin, grinding his knot down and reminding Telemachus who his cunt belongs to.
And who Antinous belongs to.
Eventually they work themselves down from their intensity, and while his knot is still inside of him, Antinous makes slow rocking movements. Stimulated them enough for it to be pleasurable, but not over sensitive. Working his cum inside like the lizard brained alpha he is. Telemachus pulls on his locs and brings his face up for a kiss. “Thank you,” he murmurs.
“Anything for you, beloved,” Antinous croons, meaning it.
Telemachus’ cunt ripples and Antinous groans. He’s not in his heat and Antinous isn’t anywhere near his rut. They’re just simply insatiable for each other.
“Have you— learnt your lesson?”
“My, what?” Telemachus raises an eyebrow.
Antinous grins cockily. “To not overexert yourself.”
“Hmm,” Telemachus pretends to contemplate, grinding back into Antinous’ slowly awakening cock. “I don’t know… might have to be reminded again.” Giving the older man his own smug grin.
The poor Kline is in ruin by the time they are finished.