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Dunk is gone for an away rugby match. His team's bus leaves Friday afternoon, they play Saturday, and return early Sunday morning. Maybe it’s pathetic, but it’s three hours into the bus ride and Dunk already misses his boyfriend dearly.
Aerion was able to pin him down and give him a quick blow job before he left, making Dunk almost miss the bus. He got a stern talking to from his coach for that. Once on the road, he pulls out his phone every so often to reply to Aerion’s texts so the omega doesn’t get pissy with him. Lyonel somehow seems to know every time and teases him relentlessly from his seat across from his own.
“Really Duncan? Again? Let me guess he’s sending you a pic of what he’s having for dinner?”
“Shut up Lyonel, he just misses me.” He blushes and turns his phone so the other Alpha can’t see the picture of the Dornish take out Aerion had sent him.
“Besides you don’t hear me complaining about all the times I’ve come back to my apartment only to be assaulted with the vision of you and my roommate going at like rabid animals on my couch.” He retorts.
Lyonel puts his hands up defensively “Hey, me and Raymun aren't toxically codependent like you and Aerion are. He’s not checking my location every ten minutes and asking me where I am.”
“We aren't toxic…” Dunk mumbles and ignores his team captain to reply to Aerion's text before he thinks he’s getting ignored. Lyonel only laughs at him then turns to talk to the guys sitting behind him.
It eventually gets dark, and Aerion sends him one last message saying goodnight, Dunk replies saying he’ll miss him and hopes he can get some good sleep.
It’s nearing 11:00pm when the bus arrives at their hotel. Like usual, Dunk rooms with Lyonel. He throws his bags on the ground and flops onto the bed closest to the window while Lyonel goes to the bathroom and pisses with the door open.
When he’s done he exits and looks at him. Dunk can see it in his eyes that the team captain has too much pent up energy. “Me and some other guys are headed down to the pool for a bit, come on Dunk let’s go!”
The larger alpha only groans “Eh sorry mate, I’m gonna call it a night, we got a big match tomorrow.”
Lyonel sulks but grabs his swim trunks and leaves anyways. Duncan must admit he’s impressed his friend wasn’t planning on just skinny dipping.
With another tired groan, Dunk gets up to open the bag he packed, eager to put his pajamas on but then stops as he pulls back the zipper.
Inside, neatly folded on top of his own clothes, is a red lacy thong. Dunk recognizes it as Aerions immediately, it’s the pair the silver haired omega bought to surprise Dunk For their one year anniversary. Dunk smiles, realizing that Aerion must have snuck them in when he wasn’t looking. He touches the soft red silk with a rough hand then brings them up to his face to smell.
Dunk's legs feel weak and his cock stirs as he realizes the panties are covered in the scent of the omega’s slick. He smells them again, breathing the strong scent deep into his lungs. How hadn’t he picked up the scent before? Surely him or someone else would have noticed on the bus, but Dunk doesn’t care much to think about that now.
Instead, the large alpha strips himself of his shorts and boxers and lays down on the bed. In an instant he has one hand on his fully erect, painfully throbbing cock and the other is holding up the thin fabric to his face. Cinnamon and smoke fill his senses and he gives his cock a rough, dry squeeze as pre pre-come dribbles out the head. It’s not enough. He needs Aerion.
Without another thought, he sits up to search for his phone on the bed. Once he finds it, he quickly goes to Aerion contact and lets his finger hover over the call button before remembering he’s in bed and Dunk would hate to wake up the omega. But then his cock twitches with need and he moves his finger from the call button to FaceTime.
The phone rings once, twice, three times. Maybe this was a bad idea and he should let Aerion sleep in peace. He’s about to accept defeat when he hears a mumbled “Gods Duncan, do you know what time it is?”
Dunk looks back at the screen and sees a very sleepy Aerion laying on his belly with his face smushed against a pillow. His omega is only lit by his dim phone light, but Dunk can’t help but think how cute he looks half asleep, especially when he’s burying his face against his expensive silk pillow to protect his sensitive violet eyes from the light.
Dunk chuckles softly, leans back to prop himself on the hotel bed pillows, then in a low voice says, “I’m sorry my Prince, but if you did not want me to wake you, you shouldn’t have given me this.”
He holds the red panties up next to his face and Aerion squints open eye. He smirks when he sees what he’s holding. “Oh, finally found my good luck charm did you? Took you long enough, I was hoping you would find it on the bus and sneak away to the bathroom.”
“You’re crazy, you know that? Luckily no one picked up the scent.” He makes a show inhaling them to Aerion, melting at how the sweet pheromones smell. “I don’t know how, they reek of your slick.”
“I was wearing them when I got you to cum down my throat earlier, took them off when you ran to the bathroom and snuck them in your bag before you left.” The omega sounds awfully proud of himself, it sets something off in Dunk.
He drops the phone onto the bed and the thong onto his chest for a moment, ignoring Aerion’s mumbles of confusion so he can lick his palm and grab his dick again. He starts to pump his length lazily, then grabs the panties of his chest and puts the part that would have been resting against Aerion’s cunt into his mouth. It’s disgusting, filthy. The left over slick from earlier has crusted into the fabric but Dunk doesn’t care. It tastes sweet, it tastes like Aerion.
With his one hand now free he picks his phone back up and points it at his face again. Aerion has shifted to his back as well and he looks much more awake. His eyes go wide when he sees the alpha sucking desperately at the sweet fabric.
“Gods look at you, you’re so fucking disgusting. Sucking at a filthy piece of silk just because it touched my cunt? Are you that desperate mutt?” His voice is ice cold, but there’s a hunger in his eyes. His white lashes flutter as he watches saliva soak the fabric, making it dark and messy.
Dunk tightens his grip on his cock and quickens his pace, forming a steady rhythm. He follows a thick vein from base to head, circling the fat head to spread pre come every so often. He responds to Aerion, voice muffled from the wet panties in his mouth.
“Yes. Aerion I’m always a desperate mutt for you.” He clenches his teeth before continuing, the panties are starting to slip out of his mouth as he talks “fuck are you wet? I’m so hard for you baby. Wish you were here, I’d fuck you so good baby, miss that sweet cunt so bad.”
Aerion laughs at him, it’s meant to be dry and uncaring but Dunk can hear how shaky it is. He’s just as affected as Dunk is. “You really are pathetic, aren't you.”
Dunk only shakes his head yes.
Something shines in Aerion’s eyes, like he has an idea. “Wait right there mutt, I’ll be right back. Be good and keep touching yourself. But dont cum.”
Dunk hardly has time to nod his head yes before Aerion is gone from the screen. He listens to his omega and slows the hand gripping his erection.
There shuffling on the other line, Aerion is moving something but he can’t tell what it is. Then he picks his phone up and props it on his nightstand. It’s pointed at a full length mirror that Aerion usually keeps in his closet. But now it’s pointed on the side of his bed and Duncan watches in awe at the view.
The room is still dimly lit, but a lamp is now on and in the reflection of the mirror he sees Aerion sitting close to the edge of the bed. He’s wearing one of Dunk's sweatshirts, the size of it looks ridiculously large on his smaller frame. He’s also wearing black boxers, but they're quickly removed and his legs are spread.
Aerion grins at the phone camera in the reflection of the mirror and Dunk moans at the breathtaking sight. his small omega cock is fully erect, throbbing red and angry, and his thighs are shiny with the slick that’s leaking out of his pretty cunt.
“Fuck baby… you’re so beautiful” Dunk watches as Aerion runs a hand through his silver, neatly trimmed pubic hair down to the folds of his pussy. He lets out a pleased sigh as he slips two slender fingers inside himself. Dunk feels the start of his Knott forming already as he watches the pretty digits plunge in and out, more slick dribbling out.
He can hear faint sounds of the filthy squelching noises and the soft panting of the man through the microphone but it’s muffled. He wishes he were there in person to hear those beautiful sounds, to stick his fingers and tongue between the wet folds until Aerion is a mess beneath him. He’s about to say as much when Aerion suddenly removes his fingers and wraps them around his own length. He moves his fist up and down on his own cock at a slow steady pace, staring at Dunk through the screen with hooded eyes.
Duncan stops his own rhythm to try to match Aerion’s pace but the size difference makes the task a little difficult.
“It kills you that you can’t be here to do this yourself doesn’t it mutt.” His breath is so shaky now, full of need. “But I have to do everything myself don’t I? What a shame.”
Dunk whines, there’s no self respect behind the way his voice trembles. “I’m so sorry baby, I promise I’ll fill you up as soon as I get home. I’ll be so good for you. I-“
“Well you aren't here, are you? So I have to take care of myself.” He lets go of his dick and reaches next to him where he has two objects laid out that Dunk cannot see.
First, he picks up a bottle of lube. Dunk can’t think why he would need lube when there’s a perfectly good supply of slick leaking out between his legs. Then he picks up something large and black.
Dunk has to halt the hand working his own cock to stop himself from coming. He knows exactly what that Aerion holds in his hand. He watches as his boyfriend strokes the lube onto the 8 inch replica of Duncan’s own cock.
He recalls the night they made it. Dunk had gotten the kit as a gag gift during a team bonding event. He invited Aerion over one night to watch a movie and have a few drinks when Aerion found it while snooping through his room.
“What is this?”
“Oh some stupid joke gift from one of the guys”
Aerion looked at him with a heat in his eyes.
“You should make me one.”
Duncan laughed as if he had made a joke, then realized he was being dead serious.
“Why? You can have the real thing whenever you want”
Then Aerion pouted and sulked about how lonely he gets when Duncan has to leave for his away matches.
It didn’t take much convincing for Dunk to make the custom dildo in the end, and now he watches in awe as Aerion spreads his legs wider and sinks all 8 inches of it into himself.
Aerion's body appears to turn to jelly as he spears himself on the dildo. He leans back to support himself on the arm he’s not currently using to thrust the silicone into his weeping cunt. The new angle does wonders for Dunk “Look at you… fuck, you look like you were made to take my cock.”
He resumes pumping his fist over himself in time with Aerion fucking himself. His knott growing every time he watches Aerion’s body jolt with each thrust. It’s all too much for Dunk. He grabs the soaked through red panties, they had fallen out of his mouth at some point, and breaths in the lingering scent once more as Aerion’s eyes roll to the back of his head.
“D-Duncan- fuck- you feel s-so good in me… so so good for me puppy!” Aerion is fucking himself at a sinful pace and the pet name is enough to make Dunk finish with a yell.
“FUCK-“
His knott forms, throbbing desperately to catch on the inside of a pussy, not the open air and He hardly has time to catch the thick strings of cum that leaves his cock.
Dunk lays still for a moment to catch his breath, his eyes closed shut as he comes down from his orgasm, until he hears the wet squelching sounds coming from his phone. He looks at the screen, at Aerion biting his lip lost in the way he angles each thrust into himself.
He’s a lucky man, to have an omega of Aerion’s beauty. He has no idea what he’s done in life to earn such a fine creature. He watches as he bares his pale neck, free of any mating bite. Duncan wishes he could crawl through the phone screen and claim him, but he had promised Aerion to wait till they both graduate uni. Thank the gods Duncan was a patient man.
Dunk can tell that Aerion is getting close to finishing. Each thrust is sloppier than the last and he’s breathing heavy. He just needs something to send him over the edge.
“Aerion, baby look at me” he says in a rough voice. “Look at you, so beautiful. Gods I love you so much baby, can you cum for me? Please baby cum for me.”
That’s all it takes for Aerion to shout Duncan’s name and finish with trembling thighs and the dildo deep inside of him.
Duncan praises him as he catches his own breath. When he’s ready, Aerion eases the black silicone out of him at an agonizingly slow pace. He lets out an overstimulated whine as he does.
After a moment, he shifts and grabs his phone from the night stand and flops back into the same position he answered the phone in. His eyes are droopy and he looks completely fucked out.
“You should really clean yourself up before you fall back to sleep baby.” Dunk lectures softly.
“Hmmm love you too” is the only reply he gets.
“Ok, but don’t blame it on me when you wake up all sticky” he teases.
Aerion only hums and says “good luck on your match tomorrow” before hanging up.
He’s unbelievable, that one. But Duncan wouldn’t change anything about him.
A few minutes later, Dunk has changed into his pajamas and is in the bathroom brushing his teeth when Lyonel returns to the room. His hair is soaked from the pool and he has a white towel around his shoulder.
“Dunk! My friend, you missed all the fun!! We- what the fuck.” He stops in the middle of the room and Dunk pokes his head out of the bathroom to see what’s wrong.
“What?”
His friend looks at him. “It reeks of sex in here.” He looks at Duncan’s bed. The red panties are still sitting there, practically glowing against the white sheets. Lyonel points at them. “And what am I looking at here?”
Dunk stares dumbfounded, he forgot to put them back in his bag. He coughs awkwardly. “Um… a good luck charm?”
Lyonel laughs at him “yeah sure, they better work or I’m telling Aerion to find something better.”
Duncan blushes furiously and walks over to his bed to snatch them up. He puts them neatly back into his bag. Gods, they better work.