Omega/Phantom - Lost in the Light of Dying Stars Ch. 2
Phantom is almost ready to own up to his dirty feelings.
Dedicated to @staaamps for letting me yell in their DM's about this ship.
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Phantom showered that night before bed. He hadn't been able to get those cool grey eyes out of his head since he'd left the infirmary. He dutifully washed himself, scrubbing his body and washing his hair, careful of his growing horns; massaging the base of them. But his mind immediately shot back to Omega leaning over him.
The way the older Quint's voice was so clinical, so gentle. The rhythm guitarist slowed his fingers, brushing them tenderly over his budding horns. Imaging that it was Omega touching him again, praising him for what a good job he'd done. A soft whine left his mouth and he immediately pressed his lips together self-consciously; as if the bigger Ghoul was lurking right outside his door and could hear everything.
His flaccid cock gave a solid jerk, filling out between his slim thighs, fueled by his increasingly dirty thoughts. His mind churned up the memory of Omega crowding in close to get a better look. He could feel the older Quint's breath rustling the hair on his temple as Omega slid his gloved fingers against Phantom's tender horns.
His shaft gave another throb, begging for him to wrap his fingers around it. He lowered his head into the warm spray and watched the water swirl down the drain, muffling a fresh groan between his fingers. He couldn't stop himself from thinking about everything he wanted Omega to do to him. Taking him on that crinkly examination table, in his office chair, on his cluttered desk, sweet Lucifer—Omega holding him up in his arms like it was nothing while he railed the rhythm guitarist up against the wall!
Would Omega sit patiently in his chair, with Phantom spread out in some stirrups, telling him how to touch himself? How to spread himself open, his excitement dripping into a slippery puddle on the floor between his spread knees? Phantom's tail lashed behind him, wrapping and tightening around his calf as he gripped himself in warm fingers.
The strokes were messy and frenetic, unable to catch up with his libidinous thoughts. He whimpered and braced a hand against the wall of the shower, pumping himself and rolling his hips against the pressure, fucking his fist. He screwed his eyes shut, letting out a shaky breath, the pleasure building inside of him like a curse.
What if Omega actually found out?
Omega felt it like a golden thread tugging at his mind. Someone was thinking about him. And he knew exactly who it could be. He had been reading, relaxing from the mountain of paperwork in the infirmary when he clued in to the sensation; like something bobbing to the surface of the lake.
It was subtle at first, but as the minutes wore on it got stronger. A niggle that morphed into a pull of utter, unfettered need. The Quintessence Ghoul smiled to himself. He could intrude, could make this shy easily-spooked rhythm guitarist spill over his hand with just the barest push, but he didn't need to display the breadth of his power just yet.
He'd bide his time and draw it out a little. Omega could sense the pull of their magic wanting to twine the moment Phantom had stood outside of the office door. But he adored a bit of chase. There was no need to rush into anything too soon. Let Phantom think he had the innocent upper hand. They'd go at the little Bug's own pace, for now.
Phantom continued to shower every day for a week, more often than not finishing himself off too. He was counting down the days until he could go back and show Omega what a good job he'd been doing. But the waiting made him restless. And there wasn't anything that said he couldn't go see Omega for other things before his appointment date.
The sly Quint knocked hesitantly on the office door and heard Omega's voice bidding him enter. Aether was there too and Phantom immediately felt heat rise in his cheeks. All three of them in such close proximity was a dangerous gamble. But Omega just raked his gaze over Phantom's closed-in body and turned to Aether.
"Hey, Bug. Need something?"
"I can take care of it, Aeth. Why don't you go get some lunch."
"Works for me." The old rhythm guitarist stood up and stretched, passing by Phantom in the doorway with a wink as he walked out.
"So, Phantom," His name rolled off of Omega's tongue like a drop of honey. "What seems to be the trouble?"
"I… it's my, um…"
The older Quint smiled good naturally and sat back in his chair. "Are you just looking for an excuse to see me?" Omega's slate-grey eyes sparkled with mischief, which only made Phantom blush harder.
"No, I mean, maybe, yeah," he finally admitted, wrapping his upper arm with a hand.
The larger Quint smiled. "Well, since you're here, we might as well take a look at those horns again, huh?" He gestured for Phantom to hop up onto the exam table and the slight rhythm guitarist slowly moved towards the second object of all of his current fantasies.
The shick of the Quint's gloves made Phantom straighten. He tried his best to relax as Omega parted his hair again, gingerly fingering the base of his horns. The jumpy rhythm guitarist tried not to fidget under that scrutinizing gaze again. Omega's warm breath tickled the hairs on the back of his neck as the larger Ghoul moved for a better look.
Phantom's horns sparkled with stardust in Omega's gentle fingers, his heart thumping as hard as his tail wanted to against the exam table.
"Well, they definitely look better. Are they still itchy? Painful?"
Phantom shook his head. "No."
"That's good. Was there… anything else you wanted to talk about?" Phantom felt that tug again, like there was a string connecting their hearts; a string that he was so keen on begging Omega to just pull on; to lay his claim on the flustered rhythm guitarist.
He couldn't possibly tell the burly Quintessence Ghoul that he'd been pleasuring himself—sometimes more than once a day—to thoughts of Omega bending him over in his office and taking what Phantom wanted him to take. The older Quint looked at him patiently, letting the rhythm guitarist work through his tangle of thoughts.
"No, I mean, yeah, but… maybe, not right now?"
"I'm here whenever you need me."
Phantom couldn't suppress his squeak as he hurried out the door, more than ready to hide in his room and mull over all of his new private dirty thoughts.
