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WELL DRESSED w i c k e d n e s s i n d i e roleplay. mature themes. mun & muses are 21+. NSFW content will be present.

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Jasper found himself humming in agreement at Jack’s suggestion, a hum that curled upward in quiet delight as the other man dried his hair.  With the neglected past that he’d had, one of his favorite qualities about Jack was just how attentive and doting the Alpha could be.  In their school days, that was a fact that would have been met with disbelief or derision from any of their classmates if they were told so; perhaps it was different now?  

Jasper wondered how the other man carried himself in his everyday life and at work.  Was he still the bold, confidant, swaggering Alpha, or had he reined himself in? ”I’d love to borrow a set of yours if you’re offering,” the Omega replied eagerly, relishing the thought of having the other’s scent around him to rock him to sleep.  He got up, now almost fully dry, to follow the other into the cavernous master bedroom.

        From a young age Jack had been forced to take care of himself. His parents were always busy at the hospital and he didn’t have the time or tolerance for nannies. Besides, it was a natural impulse to care for someone. All dominants had it, no matter how hidden it was. With Jasper the desire came naturally. He’d always worked harder than everyone else and had neglected himself in the process. Jack doubted that had changed in the years they were apart. The Omega’s work ethic was important to him and he admired that about the other male. 

          Jack grinned, slipping into his room, fingers tangled with Jasper’s. It was rather silly considering their situation but he wasn’t prepared to let the other male out of his grasp just yet. “Here we are then,” he said, fishing a pair of Derek Rose pajamas from his drawer. They’d be a bit big on the other male but that wasn’t such a bad thing he thought. He liked the idea of Jasper drowning in his scent. More importantly he like that they’d smell like the Omega when they came off.

         He gave Jasper space as he pulled on a pair of boxers, slipping into bed and beckoning the brunette over to join him. It was important that he was well rested. They had a big day ahead of them and Jack didn’t need him giving up before they got to the good parts.

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Something in Jasper’s heart turned warm and softer than ever before with Jack’s proclamation.  The Alpha had been known to declare flowery, dramatic proclamations of love and lust in his time, especially in their school days.  This quiet, matter-of-fact admission from home was new, and it settled in Jasper’s chest to spread its warmth there.

He was lured by the other man’s new tenderness, although he felt a small twinge of disappointment as well.  But it seemed that the more carnal part of the night had concluded, and Jasper remained happy and pleased by the outcome.  They would have other chances to indulge in their rampant appetites, he told himself, offering a light smile as he stepped past the other man out of the shower.  It was for the best regardless–they both had work in the morning as far as he was aware…Jasper sought out a towel, enjoying its plush texture for a second before swaddling himself in the white terrycloth.  He glanced over rather sheepishly at Jack, rather embarrassed to have been caught enjoying the towel so thoroughly.  “Is it bedtime, then?”

     Home was a concept that had been foreign to Jack for a very long time. Up until he finished university, he had lived in the same cold estate his entire life. His parents walked through it like ghosts and the only real signs of life were the colorful people Edison brought along every now and again. When he got his own flat he swore it would never be like that. Jack wanted lush fabrics and warm colors. He wanted his place to feel welcoming and calm. It was meant to be an escape from the formality and rigidness of his youth.He was pleased to see his efforts were being appreciated, even if it was just a towel. 

     Sometimes Jack forgot to appreciate the little things in life. He took his own privilege for granted and didn’t consider the plight of others. Jasper had always been a good reminder of how differently things could have been for him. A dose of reality had never been the reason he kept the Omega around but it did make Jack want to dote on him. He was far too selfish to share his wealth with everyone but Jack was more than willing to spoil the other male.

     “A bit of rest will be good,” he reassured Jasper, reaching for a second towel to help dry his hair. “We’ve had a long day.” The first good day in a while for the Alpha but he kept that to himself. Any day that involved Jasper was better than the last. 

     “Would you like some sleep clothes love?” Jack would have been equally as content with nothing between them but he wanted Jasper to feel comfortable. Jack was determined to do things right this time around.

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Jasper could not think of much to say in response to the knight’s declaration, merely answering a meek “yes, sir” afterward.  It was not of much importance to him what he was called; after all, it was rare that the orphan had been called anything other than “hey, you there” at his previous address.  “Jasper” was the only thing his parents had gifted to him before they parted ways forever, and it was an invisible gift that he and no one else noted and valued.

Jasper had no formal training to understand the translation of his name, much less what language it was in to begin with.  He merely rolled the foreign sounding word in his brain as if it were a stone as they continued strolling in silence, enjoying its round edges.  Lapin, lapin, lapin…

It was only with a start that the daydreaming young man noticed the living thing in front of him.  He had never been so close to a horse before; no one in his district could afford to ride anything larger than a donkey on market day, and Jasper Lapin could not help but feel nervous in front of Peyrer.  His anxiety only grew as he suddenly felt rough, calloused hands clasp him solidly around the middle and hoist!! him up onto the steed, who hardly stirred from its placid state.

Sitting astride the leather saddle, the squire gripped the reins tightly until his knuckles flashed white.  While the height was truly dizzying, he was also able to admire the look of his new companion.  A speckled grey palomino with a short, military-cut mane, Peyrer was truly handsome. And rather patient–Jasper was able to let out a slow breath, although his thighs remain tightly pressed against the steed’s ribs.

He was already developing a distaste for disappointing his knight, even in the short timespan of their acquaintance.  Jasper sensed that the man astride his own (terrifying) horse would be impatient to hear that his charge had never ridden.  So the orphan chose not to divulge.  “Y–Yes, sir,” he lied, praying to the gods that they would not punish him for doing so.  He had seen the merchants direct their carts into town with no fripperies and certainly no saddle–how hard could it be?

     Liars - in his opinion - were the most vile and useless sort of person. Anything gained through deception was worthless, not to mention is sowed the seeds of distrust. If Jasper couldn’t be honest in this respect who was to say he wouldn’t withhold when it mattered most? Or that he hadn’t been lying from the start? Jack had half a mind to catch him in the rouse, just to see what other information spilled past his pale lips. His war ready side had a different opinion on the matter. Docile or not, it would become clear quickly how out of his league this boy was riding a horse. Jack didn’t want to see him get hurt - it would cause an unnecessary delay - but it was the only way some people learned. 

     “If you are scared, he will know.” Friendly advice wasn’t normally his forte but Jack wasn’t about to let his squire embarrass him. It was a matter of pride and everyone knew he was the most conceited of them all. “Loosen your grip on the reins.” Perched atop Porthau he moved beside the smaller male. Once again his hand reached out for the boy and pressed against the small of his back, “Now relax and keep good posture. If you tense up he will get nervous and that’s how horses get hurt.” It was also how people got hurt but that was less relevant.

      Jack clicked his tongue, boot pressing into Porthau’s side as he urged the horse forward. “Peyrer, viens,” he called back in French. Following with Porthau’s pace the animal sprung to life, trotting just behind the knight. He really was a spectacularly trained beast. In times of war Jack usually left him behind. He wasn’t suited for battle and the knight would hate to see something happen to such a docile creature. Alas, his squire couldn’t walk the whole way. Peyrer would have to do. At the very least, he’d keep the boy safe.

     They hadn’t gotten very far when the rain started to fall. Normally the knight would have been content to carry on,  bit of water wasn’t going to kill him, bus his squire presented an unwanted difficulty. Jasper already looked sickly and Jack wasn’t about to cause him to catch a chill. Delaying for the night was a much better choice. Besides, it was getting late and it be best for them to set up camp.

     There was a shallow cave just up the way, one that Jack had used for shelter many times before. “We’ll stay here until day break. See if you can find dry tinder for a fire.”

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Jasper had not known the knight before him for more than a mere half-hour, and yet the man’s disgruntled approval (if one could call it that) had already nested in his chest, leaving him feeling rather warm.  It was the first time someone had taken interest in the orphan, and the sensation of being noticed was both uncomfortable and delightful.  The squire was lost in his own thoughts until something was thrust into his fingers, which automatically closed around the object.

It was with numb wonder that he inspected what had been given so easily to him.  Jasper knew that war was befalling them, but these last few weeks had been gift after gift to his standards.  In his hands, a short dagger glinted coldly in the candlelight.  It was nothing overly ornate, not comparable to any of the knights’ broadswords.  But it was well-polished and shone of pure silver.  And, as he knew well now, wickedly sharp.  Jasper’s thumb brushed almost reverently over the dagger’s sole detailing: two swans, wings flared in aggression.  He realized belatedly, remembering the exact symbol on the men in the orphanage, that it was the queen’s symbol.

The simple squire hurriedly tore his gaze away from the dagger, though he kept it gripped tightly in his hand, to grab his earthly possessions and sling them about himself as he trailed quickly after his knight.  “J-Jasper, sir,” he gasped out, the brisk pace and added weight already taking a toll on his un-nourished body as he stayed pace at the man’s right-hand side.  After a second’s pause, Jasper took the liberty to glance up at his mentor.  Despite the hollowness and wan quality of his face, his eyes were startlingly arresting.  It was like gazing at two gems on a pile of quarry rocks.  “–A-And you, sir?”  He had no idea of courtesy; what was he to do with the name, once he found out?  It was not his station to ever address the man by any other title than ‘sir’, anyway.

     Despite his reservations over taking a squire, Jack knew he had no choice. It was the king’s demand with the coming war but the queen had been the one to persuade him. She had always been the higher authority where the knight was concerned. A princess from his homeland, the only reason he’d ventured to this forsaken place. At a young age he had sworn to protect her always and that was exactly what he’d done. In return she’d ignored his perversities. Others did too, too afraid to speak against him. None of that mattered now. Jack might have been weakened by flesh but war was always preferable to sex. 

     This boy had sense enough to appreciate what he was being offered. There were plenty who would have overlooked it. Dismissed the delicate blade as too feminine. They would have insulted the queen without a second thought. Which, whenever Jack was involved, was a punishable offense. Perhaps this one was smarter than the knight had given him credit for.

     “I won’t remember that,” he said nonchalantly, as though his name were a trivial thing. With one look at him Jack declared, “I shall call you Lapin,” and left it at that. Stopping his unforgiving stride only once they reached the stables Jack readied a horse, showing it more respect than he showed most people. “I am Jonathan Hargrave. Some call me Jack. You will call me sir.”  There was no room for debate on this matter. He had barely earned his name. The only reason it had been offered was so he knew who to say when he inevitably found himself in trouble he couldn’t escape.

     Jack took one step forward, grabbing Jasper by the wrist and drawing him nearer to the horse. His hands, which seemed so large on such a frail body, gripped him by the hips and lifted him with ease. He almost looked the part perched atop the horse. Jack only hoped he wouldn’t slow him down too much. “This is Peyrer, be good to him.”

     He crossed the stable to another, larger, and a bit unruly steed. Porthau had been a wild horse, broken by Jack simply because someone said he couldn’t. The animal had been his only constant companion since coming to this land. He hadn’t been looking for a change but Jasper would have to do. “I trust you can ride?”

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Jasper’s mouth went dry as he watched the man in front of him return his gaze with what could only be described as a feverish air.  The words Jack was saying did not make any sense coming out of his mouth; Jasper struggled to comprehend their underlying implications.  Jack was asking him if he wanted all the fancy fripperies of a wedding–but he should have been asking in his oh-so-familiar wry, teasing tone…where was that, now?  Jasper’s adam’s apple bobbed in time with Jack’s slow breathing.  Why did he sound so…so earnest?

“You know I’ve never needed luxury,” he breathed back. “…but yes, I…I always imagined I’d get married at some point…I don’t think it’s terrible to want to do it only once.”

His thought process faltered to a halt as a terrible, dark, lustful flame lit in Jack’s eyes.  Jasper both knew and did not know that look well; it was akin to the pre-coitus smolders he had seen Jack wear in the past–the Omega had never witnessed it at this intensity before.  Instinctually his body attempted to take a step back, only to find his heels pressing against the firm and unmoving shower wall.  Jasper’s eyes fluttered shut only as Jack bestowed a kiss, only to open again and resume their anxious search for any sign of disgust from the Alpha in response to his embarrassing admission.  With some degree of relief, he heard Jack agree to his mortified request, only to be asked–

“…O…of course I’m yours,” the brunet managed after a stunned pause.  And yet it was the most certain answer he had delivered all evening.  So certain, in fact, that there was no accompanying blush–his replies were as sure, as matter-of-fact as possible.  The Omega gazed back at Jack through lowered, thick lashes.  “I…I’ve certainly been with a few blokes since, but–Jack, I’ve always been yours.”

     Weddings had always been rather trivial to him. A show of wealth and extravagance meant to intimidate others into believing a false superiority over them. But then, Jack couldn’t recall ever attending a wedding of two people in love. He wasn’t even sure he been to one of two people in like. For most of his life marriage had been a contract. Two families coming together for the mutual benefit of greedy fathers and needy businesses. He was perfectly justified for now putting stock in such a farce.

     Jasper believed in it though and for him, Jack was willing to amend his thinking.  If the Omega wanted to do this properly so be it. He could have his ceremony and the rings. They’d sign a silly little paper that proved nothing their hearts hadn’t already told them. if that was the price to make sure they woke up together every morning then Jack was prepared to pay it. Was Jasper? “For me, there’s only you. I’d have no reason to do it more than once.” 

     Reassurance was a tricky thing. Jack didn’t normally require it but in this scenario he needed to be sure. There was no question that he wanted Jasper more than anything. He simply needed to know that the sentiment was returned, that it wasn’t simply lust motivating him to speak to the Alpha this way. Jasper was a smart man. Even when it seemed like he didn’t have control he did. The Omega never would have said those words out loud if he hadn’t meant them and Jack was pleased to see he did. 

     “Come now mon cher.” He stepped back from Jasper, giving him the freedom to move if he pleased. “Let us get you cleaned up.”

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Boy Erased (2018) dir. Joel Edgerton / I Will by Mitski

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In their adolescence, their infatuation had been such a whirlwind that it sometimes felt like they shared one soul.  Even then, Jasper had never felt like Jack could read his mind–so why did it feel like this now, hours after their reunion?  Had it been written somewhere across his face, that despite all the very logical reasons to not want a child, that innate need to swell  with the right man’s pups (with Jack’s pups) thumped deeply just under the surface?  How else could the other be playing him like a well-tuned piano?

“Y-You and I both know you shouldn’t have,” he managed to stammer out.  Only minutes prior he’d had the high ground, but now Jack had sufficiently stunned him out of his smart-mouthed state.  “You wouldn’t have, you’re…you’re a gentleman–”  Jasper faltered to a halt as he felt Jack’s warm palm rubbing over the flat plane of his stomach.  Was the Alpha picturing it in a rounder, taut state?  Oh god… He tried to fight past his urges with logic, voicing it aloud to distract himself.  “D-Don’t you think we’re doing this all backwards?  M-Most people get engaged before pups…”

Jasper made the mistake of letting his gaze stumble downward to Jack’s cock, which was standing at strong attention, flushed and swollen with blood.  Pre-cum was already oozing from the tip.  The image made the Omega weak at the knees; he was only human after all–how could he resist?  His mind struggled to process even one intelligent thought.  Unconsciously, without realizing he was even doing it, the Omega was licking his suddenly-dry lips.

Jasper pushed past his mortification to finally admit something he’d never felt safe sharing with anyone…anyone but Jack.  “I–I’ve never been able to try this with anyone else, I didn’t feel like I could trust them…”  His hands left Jack’s wrist to flutter nervously as he talked, betraying his insecurity.  Jasper’s eyes had long lost the bravery to continue keeping gaze with Jack, and they were fixed solidly on the shower floor now.  “I…I’ve always wanted you to take me while…while I’m saying no.  Even if I mean yes.”  A silence trailed afterward where it was clear the man was alluding to a darker form of play that he could not name aloud.  

Jasper’s dark eyes met Jack’s own, charged with his own mortification and his equal need.  He tried again, knowing he made no sense.  “–T-They say the pill’s, like, 99% effective.  If you want any chance of…of your seed taking, you’ll have to–”  His temperature rose as he attempted a tremulous proposal, trying to support his wants with logic instead.  “Make me your bitch.”

     There were many things in Jack’s life that he shouldn’t have done. Chief among them was pursuing Jasper as aggressively as he had, taking without permission, and never accepting no as an answer. HIs former lover might have remembered it differently now. Years later, after they had fallen dangerously in love and he’d become blinded to the parts of Jack that should have made him recoil. Jasper wasn’t stupid, he never had been, even he knew Jack was no saint and yet, he had still found some part of the boy that was worthy of love. 

     That alone was reason enough for Jack to have claimed him in the woods. It didn’t matter that he shouldn’t have or that it was reckless. The consequences of his actions meant nothing if it allowed him to keep Jasper to himself. So what if there were other Alphas? They were inferior to him in every way. They could never be for Jasper what Jack was. They could never protect him as Jack could. He had known from the day they first met all those years ago that this man was meant to be his and no one else’s. So why should he resist what they both knew was right?

     “I wanted to,” he confessed, ignoring Jasper’s protests and attempts at reason. Outward appearances could be deceiving and when it came to his feelings for Jasper nothing was what it seemed. Sanity and reason went out the window. Jack’s view of the world narrowed and the only thing that mattered was the Omega pressed against the wall of his shower. He was stumbling over words, heart racing, and all Jack could think about was how badly he wanted to mark him and claim Jasper for his own. “I still could.” The words bordered on threatening. 

     Jack pulled away for a moment, hands still on Jasper’s form. but his own body wasn’t nearly so close. He knew the Omega was trying to distract him by throwing around words like that but Jasper didn’t realize the risk he was taking. They were meant to be a deterrent, or so he thought, but Jack only saw it as a challenge. Did he think the Alpha would say no? Jack had never been one for convention but to please Jasper he’d do anything. “Is that what you want then? A proposal? Do you want a pretty ring and a fancy wedding?”

     With his attention so entirely focused on Jasper it was impossible to miss the way he licked his lips. Even harder to ignore the shift in his demeanor. Above all else Jack was observant, it was what allowed him to play his games so fearlessly, and he knew what ever came next could change everything - more than the prospect of marriage or the promise of marking. Their relationship had been full of Jack’s dirty promises and sometimes surprisingly tender attention. This was different. He could count on one had the times Jasper had truly let him in. This was one of those moments and the Alpha was brimming with anticipation and longing. 

     Those words were the last thing he should have said to Jack. Not because he couldn’t trust the other male but because there was a part of him that always wanted Jasper. A deep primal need that would never stop if given the opportunity and here the Omega was giving Jack permission. Didn’t he understand what he was doing? How risky it was to say such things when he was in this state? Reason would go out the window. Jack wouldn’t stop to consider his actions and there would be no such thing as consequences. He would just take, relentlessly, until Jasper truly was filled with his pups and could be with no one but him. 

     His lips pressed against the Omega’s sweetly, not chaste but comforting, a silent admission that he understood what Jasper was asking for and that it hadn’t been easy to say. He owed him that much, considering the filth that was running rampant through his mind. Even if this moment didn’t call for a supportive lover Jack had matured. He could still be the terror Jasper inexplicably fell for and a good partner at the same time. The hand around his throat moved to cup his cheek and he held the Omega’s gaze for a long moment. Searching his expression for any indication that he didn’t really mean what he’d just said. If he was lying, Jack couldn’t tell. 

     “If that is what you want my love. But first, you have to do something for me.” His hand moved over Jasper’s stomach again and then along the swell of his hips. He couldn’t wait for all of this to be his. “Admit that you are mine.”

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    certainly wasn’t his regular circle of friends, the pronunciation of certain words alone confirmed that  ––  his friends would never engage in such debauchery. words spoken about his body have him nervous, isn’t exactly experienced in this area, a few drunk fumbles here and there were the extent of it . form stiffened at the intrusion, not moving for fear of forcing the digit even deeper past the ring of muscle, fingers curl around the edge of the table, knuckles whitening almost instantly. there’s too much happening around him, brunette is tense, knows he needs an out here, needs to take an opportunity if it presents itself, but soon his head if being urged back. jamie obliges, parting his lips, gaze firmly on the features of the other male, as if he’d be able to tell just how far this situation would go simply by looking at him. the uncomfortable position means that much of the liquid spills out of the corners of his mouth, but he manages to swallow some  ––  ‘ i don’t think i’m the person you need for this, i can’t  .. surely you can find someone else, pay for someone at least . ’  words are aimed at jack, figures the guy sloppily playing with his hole wasn’t in a state where he could be bargained with.

     his mistake is believing jack is reasonable and not self serving. it doesn’t matter that he can pay for a willing hole, why would he? where is the joy in taking something that’s already been had a hundred times over? what jack wants for his friend is the very best - young, inexperienced, and reluctant. it was more fun this way, when he inevitably cracks because there is too much happening to his body not to enjoy it, if only for a little while. jack lives for that moment, when boys like this realize what filthy whores they are. he enjoys the confusion and the shame - the lying that follows - because to him this is all just a game. so he ignores the boy’s protests and does nothing to stop the groping hands of his other mates or hollis’ impatient fingers. instead jack searches the other male’s expression curiously, his own giving nothing away, trying to see if chose wrong. he didn’t. he never does. jack can tell a boy like this from across the room. as if their need calls out to him. he’s only too happy to comply. “surely we could, but you’re the person we want,” he replies causally, as though it shouldn’t be a mutual decision. “i’ll tell you what. if we’re satisfied when it’s through, i’ll pay you.” nothing made a person who was already anxious feel lower then the prospect of being paid for their services. treating them like a prostitute when they’d done nothing to deserve the attention in the first place. “now be a good boy won’t you? plenty of cocks in need of attention.” 

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It was for the first time in their short reunion that Jasper was fully, utterly stunned. So utterly FLABBERGASTED that he entirely forgot any retort or remark, or thought really, that had resided in his skull prior to Jack’s bombshell statement.  There were so many impossible things to process–Jack had never brought a pretty little Omega home?  Of course he wasn’t naive enough to think that equated to Jack never having had another sexual partner, but just the fact that those partners had never stepped into the man’s entryway made Jasper’s heart thump in a weird pattern.  Meanwhile, his brain was trying to process the second half of Jack’s declaration with absolutely no success.

Too much time had passed by the time Jasper realized he was openly gaping at his partner.  Enough time for his tongue to feel dry.  His hands remained loosely attached to Jack’s wrist, forgotten in his awestruck state.  The shower water ran above them, but the hissing and dripping sounds might as well have faded into the background–Jasper could hear nothing over the dull roar of blood rushing past his ears, into his face.

“I’m–I’m on the pill,” he finally stammered, rather uselessly, an insincere and paper-thin resistance.  It was all Jasper’s brain could rustle up as any sort of response.  The brunet’s normally-creamy complexion was practically aflame at this point.  Underneath the scent of shower water was the thick, warm pheromones of his slick, which had begun trickling down his legs anew.  His body reminded him of the desires that bloomed when Jack spoke of impregnating him, desires that had always been so embarrassing to Jasper that he’d tamped them down solidly and had quite frankly forgotten about until this conniving, gorgeous bastard had stirred everything up again.  

     Jack dragged his tongue along the curve of Jasper’s neck, up towards his ear, teeth playfully tugging at his lobe. His hand didn’t move from its aggressive position, as if to remind the Omega he was taken. It wasn’t a formal collar but for the moment it would do. At the very least it let him feel Jasper’s racing heart, pulse throbbing beneath his fingertips. Jasper’s silence told Jack everything he needed to know. The rushing blood confirmed it. He had succeeded, found that thing that would make Jasper his without question. Maybe after, when the rush of reunion faded, he’d go back to being cheeky but for the moment he was putty in Jack’s hands.

     “I could have taken you in the woods. I should have. Claimed you right there for everyone to see. Co-workers and friends, celebrating how good you look when your full of my cock.” The last thing he was going to do was let Jasper’s silence be wasted. He wanted to work the Omega up. After what he’d done to Jack it was only fair. The betrayal of his own desires had been completely unintentional but what was the point in pretending? Nothing about his actions suggested this was meant to be fleeting. Jack wanted everything with him. 

     The declaration of his fertility status made the Alpha groan in disapproval but he refused to be derailed from his desires. No form of birth control was entirely effective and Jack was content to keep at it until Jasper’s failed. His free hand slipped over the Omega’s stomach, rubbing possessively the wet skin as if the other male’s womb were his to claim. “Because you are smart my love. Wouldn’t dream of letting a lesser Alpha have what is meant to be mine.”

     “You’ll look ravishing, you know. My beautiful wife, belly swollen with pups, waddling around here like you’re the queen.” Jack’s tone was husky, turning himself on at the thought of it. He wouldn’t able to hold out much longer, prick dripping between them. The water would continue to run warm over their body but it was nothing compared to the heat between them. He needed Jasper.  

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Jasper shuddered at Jack’s words.  It was impossible not to; the tempo in his voice was slow, hypnotic, and affecting, with a tinge of something darker underneath the surface.  The Omega could not break gaze with the Alpha.  It was like staring into the eyes of a snake–or a snake charmer; Jasper could not decide.  Despite his earlier cheekiness, his rogue-ish pixie-like charm, he was unable to break the spell now, as much as he hated to admit it.

“I thought you brought me here to have dinner,” the petit man pointed out, both hands still wrapped around Jack’s wrist from a forgotten attempt to pull his hand off Jasper’s throat.  A light groan escaped his parted lips before he even knew he’d uttered the sound–cheeks flushed a light wash of red as he listened to Jack describe his intentions.  Surely they were false–the word wife echoed in Jasper’s head pointlessly.  He was unable to derive sense from it in his muddled state.  Was this jest just catering to Jack’s more dominant kinks?  That had to be it; Jasper knew he would be arrogant to assume that after all this time apart, the other man already considered him to be serious companion material.

The Omega could not help but bristle slightly at the dig about his past relationships.  Part of the reason why their heat had always burned so high was because of their ability to pluck hairs, and it was no different now.  His eyes held equal parts irritation and challenge.  Butting heads had always drawn them closer, like moths to flame.  

“How are you to know that they were inadequate?” the Omega challenged, cheeks at an all-time high temperature, keeping gaze with the other man as he started his renewed pulling at Jack’s grip.  “I’d love to meet the floozies you’ve brought home…sweet husband.”

     “I did. Before you saw fit to play your games.” Jack’s intentions had been entirely innocent. He was fully prepared to leave Jasper alone in the bathroom, give him an opportunity to clean up, and then present him with a suitable meal. Then it became obvious the part of them which required satiating was not their stomachs. An entree was not the solution to their longing. He blamed Jasper, as he always would, for the crack in his composure. The minx had always managed to bring out the worst in him but unlike all the rest, he never seemed afraid. Jack loved that about him.

     Almost as much as he loved the way Jasper blushed. The Alpha was well aware of the things that he’d done, the filthy words that could spill out of such a pretty mouth. In spite of this he still blushed. Jasper clung to the last traces of innocence that Jack had stolen from him all those years ago. Surely he realized how easy it was for the other male to see through him. The Omega’s response wasn’t embarrassment, it was desire, and Jack was determined to make the most of it. 

     “They were not me.” Honestly, he should have known what Jack’s response would be. Only he was good enough for the likes of Jasper. All others would fall short. There was no question or second guessing. The Omega was meant to be his and so no one else would be enough but the Alpha he was destined for. 

     HIs fingers curled against Jasper’s neck, digging faint crescent shapes into his flesh. Not enough to leave a permanent mark but enough to show his resistance was futile. He could pull all he wanted but he didn’t have the strength, or the desire, to make Jack stop. Jasper was exactly where he wanted to be. “I have never brought an outsider into our home mon cher. This is where I will take you as my wife and raise my pups. I would never taint it with the slick of a lesser mate.” 

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doesn’t know how he found himself in such a predicament, hands are flat against cold tiles as material of his pants is yanked down, rough fingers snapping the waistband of his boxers against his skin before tugging them down along the curve of his ass.  breath hitches as same hands spread pale cheeks, inspecting his tight little pucker   -   know they don’t want to waste their time with someone loose, they’re looking for something in particular. knows he fits that bill, young, inexperienced and too afraid to refuse  –  ‘ i don’t know if this such a good idea, ’ he begins, hesitance prompted by fear alone. it’s not like they told him what was happening, they had cornered him here, urged him to his hands and knees and before he knew it, crude comments were being made about his body. 

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     hollis was getting married. an occasion that demanded a night of debauchery which exceeded all of their prior offenses. if this was his last evening as a dishonest man, they had to make the most of it. but, as jack had suspected, the others fell short of the task. pathetic boys bound by laws and morality. clearly they didn’t understand the reach of their influence or they were simply too stupid to make the most of it. eiher way, the brunet was no longer interested in their antics. he had a better idea, one that hollis was sure to enjoy. “ ‘s so fuckin’ tight,” hollis slurred, accent causing the words to blur together even more. he aimlessly prodded at the boy’s tight heat, ignoring his protests, and forcing the tip of his finger into the male’s defenseless hole. how jack had coaxed him onto the table in the middle of the club like a trained slut was anyone’s guess, he clearly wasn’t, but the brit had always had a way with boys like this. “open your mouth,” he demanded of the male in front of him. long fingers tilted his head back and jack poured the remnants of his drink down their toy’s throat. it would be better for him this way. he had a long night ahead of him and jack was trying to be accommodating. 

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Of course Jasper had expected some resistance.  Everything he was doing was executed with the intention to prod and goad Jack–he couldn’t help it, it had been their age-old dynamic before their separation.  Perhaps he shouldn’t have assumed that it would elicit the same effect now, though–Jack had seemed more mellowed now, after all…

The sound of a deep groan made the hairs at Jasper’s nape stand up, goosebumps cascading down to his freckled shoulders.  He couldn’t help the quiet gasp that escaped him as his arm was snagged and his body was pinned to the shower wall.  As Jack’s long fingers wrapped around Jasper’s throat and applied pressure, the Omega’s eyes fluttered shut.  His struggles were confused, mixed with the biological need to continue these stimulations and the knee-jerk desire to resist being pinned.  When Jack released, Jasper took in ragged breaths, blood returning to his face and bathing his pale neck pink.

“What are you implying?” the brunet rasped.  His eyes were dark and simmering as they gazed back at Jack.  Here they were, playing with a more taboo, frowned-upon facet of their sexual relationship–but it seemed neither was opposed against seeing it through.  “What, that you’d take me?  I thought you were a gentleman.”

The Omega offered a wink, letting goading words fall from petaled lips.  “Don’t kid around, Jack.  You’re too nice.”

     Jack couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this aggressive towards Jasper. He hadn’t meant to, in fact he’d spent years trying to manage his temper, but the Omega brought out the worst in him. Letting Jasper go and watching him run off with some other person was out of the question. He was Jack’s. He had to be Jack’s. The Alpha wouldn’t accept him as anything else. 

     His attention was fixed on Jasper’s neck, entranced by the throbbing pulse beneath his fingertips. It would be so easy to claim him. He could just sink his teeth into Jasper’s soft flesh, listening to him moan and crumble beneath Jack’s attention. The thought of his mark remaining on the Omega from this day forward made him desperate. “A gentleman wouldn’t have fucked you in the woods. He certainly wouldn’t have brought you home to take advantage of you here. Again and Again, until you can barely stand, and your voice is hoarse from moaning my name.” His tone verged on threatening, words slow and purposeful. 

     “You have confused me for the inadequate men you entertained in my absence. I am none of the things you accuse me of.” Jack was a gentleman because he had to be and nice on very rare occasions. This was not one of those moments. Jasper knew him for what he really was and he didn’t see the point in pretending. “I would take you for my own and not regret it for a moment. Parade you around as my pretty little wife for everyone to be jealous of,” he whispered against Jasper’s ear.

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Jasper couldn’t help but shiver at the glint in Jack’s eyes; he knew what that look meant.  He got up slowly from his kneeling position, wincing slightly as his knees ached from the release of pressure.  At the same time he had to suppress his grin at his lover’s last sentence; it had betrayed Jack’s eagerness.  Although Jasper knew he would never truly be dominant in a relationship with an Alpha like Jack, he couldn’t ignore the enjoyment he received out of knowing he had the other man hanging by his own anticipation.

“I bet you do,” Jasper returned smoothly, cocking his head slightly.  His smile was equally crooked as he looped his arms behind Jack’s neck.  “But haven’t we had enough fun for tonight?  Tsk, tsk.  You’re so greedy, Jack.”  A finger traced itself down the Alpha’s chest, feeling the grooves of dedicated muscle before teasingly brushing against the base of his cock.  Jack had gravitated toward Jasper because of his equal love for mischief, and that wasn’t plainer to see any time but now.  

“Maybe some other time,” the brunet chirped cheerily, pulling the shower door open.  “I think I should get going before the buses stop running, don’t you think?”

     There was no such thing as too much fun. It made no difference that Jack had become a mature, working professional. He was still a slave to his vices and greed came second only to lust. When his attention was piqued, and there was no question of it now, he didn’t believe in stopping. The Alpha would have much rather overdosed on their time together than be denied a single moment. 

      Jasper’s hands weren’t the only ones that could tease. Jack’s held possessively at his hips, brushing over his lower back, only to grab handfuls of his ass. He urged the two globes apart, letting the water run between his crack, and wet his puckered hole. Certainly Jasper didn’t think this was going to end on such an innocent note? Or did he?

       His departure was met with a groan of disapproval, Jack pulling the Omega back  without any concern for whether or not he actually wanted to leave. It had been an impulsive reaction, one that was less of a choice that he’d ever admit. He refused to let Jasper go. Jack stepped towards him, pinning the Omega between himself and the shower wall. His expression was dark as a large hand found it’s way around Jasper’s throat only for it to turn to a delicate touch along the curve of his neck. “I think you should finish what you started otherwise I’ll make sure you cannot leave me again.” 

     It was an empty threat, he thought. Jack wasn’t going to deny him a choice in the matter but that didn't make him like the idea of mating Jasper any less. He could do it. If he wanted too. Would Jasper stop him?

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It was the laughter, it was going to drive Caleb up a wall. Every little bit of it. The whole thing with whatever girl had been a joke, nothing like this and well, it wasn’t unusual, they did this all the time so why did it matter? Why did this guy care so much about this one girl? The blonde didn’t get it. Then the other started mocking him about it. “Yeah just on my face or in my mouth or something, get it over with so we can both get on with our lives, aren’t you just looking to rape me you creep?” Caleb asked as he looked to the other with watery and red rimmed blue eyes stark against his light skin and ice blonde locks. When the other mentioned that he had no intention of his face, but filling him, using him and leaving him with something else, well, it made Caleb’s stomach turn…Did he know? What could happen…was he planning to impregnate Caleb? Caleb thought he might vomit at such a thought.

Caleb slumped a little, downtrodden by the words coming from Jack’s mouth. “I…just because I don’t have a proper cock doesn’t make me not a man asshole.” He muttered, though the hitch in his voice showed Caleb’s weakness and fear. He knew he was a man, intersex or not but the idea that someone else could or would try to take that from him made fear coil through his ribs and constrict Caleb’s chest like an anaconda, squeezing the life and confidence from the typically self assured playboy. Though, the flick to his clit and the sensation around his asshole made him moan. His movements stopping at the threat put out in the open, the gagging, the gang rape. Caleb half aroused by the idea yet also terrified. Right now he was a virgin, never touched down there by another man, sure some toys..but still. It was something. “I..I won’t scream just…fuck my ass and cum in there…I’m not on birth control.” He admitted.

     “Rape?” he let the word roll of his tongue with a practiced ease. “It certainly seems that way now doesn’t it?” As bad as he was and as much as his actions infuriated Jack, no one deserved to be raped. No, what he had in mind was a fate far more cruel than just taking. There was nothing to be gained from that, not really. The physical and psychological damage rape caused wouldn’t make him change. It wouldn’t take back what had happened to Ella. All force would do was make matters worse. Up until that moment all he was guilty of was kidnapping and everything that came after might have been breaking a few laws but he had no intention of breaking Caleb, at least not like that. “But I assure you. Everything that happens tonight you’ll be begging for.”

       Lofty promise or not Jack had enough patience to work him up and force him down. If history was any indicator he could keep Caleb on edge for hours. Of course, his stamina played a large part in that but multiple orgasms never killed anyone. Chances were he’d probably like it in the end. “Doesn’t it though? You’ve been gifted with the genitals of the fairer sex and if that isn’t deserving of praise, well I don’t know what is.” So maybe he was being a bit condescending but if the encounter was meant to be comfortable it wouldn’t have been going anything like this. “You should have kept that last bit to yourself love. Now what’s going to stop me from creaming your pretty little cunt until it takes?” Nothing. Not a damn thing other than divine intervention could make him walk away now.

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Jasper only had a fleeting moment to victoriously revel in the sound of Jack’s moans, given over so easily, before wicked fingers fisted his wet locks and pushed his head forward again. The mushroomed head of Jack’s cock hit the back of Jasper’s throat and the brunet’s eyelashes became spiky with more than shower water; despite his best attempts, a few watery tears slipped down his cheeks quickly as his hands pressed against the other’s thighs for balance.  

Through all of this, he could feel Jack’s member throbbing in the wet, tight cavern of his mouth.  The man was getting off on stuffing his throat.  The brunet made a helpless, gurgling sound of realization around his partner’s cock, but the sound cut itself off quickly as he conserved the rest of his oxygen.  Jasper’s nose was pressed solidly against Jack’s neat, dark curls; he had managed to accommodate for the man’s length despite the little warning.

When the man finally came up for air, it was with some coughing, and a line of saliva strung from his swollen lips to Jack’s cock before finally breaking.  “Y-You really know how to romance a guy,” Jasper rasped.  His eyes were glittering with lust and amor. 

     Vibrations moved along Jack’s shaft and he did his best not to give Jasper too much credit for how good it felt but the fight was pointless. It was quite the trick he’d learned and the Alpha was eager to take advantage of it. He felt at home inside of brunet, as if this was he only place he was meant to be. Lost in the realization he held Jasper against him a little too long.

     Jack leaned down towards his lover as he recovered from older male’s lapse in judgment. The hand tangled in his hair moved beneath is chin so that he could tilt Jasper’s face up to look at him. “We’ve only just begun mon cher,” he informed. Jasper’s lips were pink and puffy from sucking him off and it only made Jack want them more. He pressed his mouth to the Omega’s in a needy kiss, pulling away this time to catch his own breath.

     “We have so much lost time to make up for.” Mischief glittered in his eyes as he looked at the brunet. Once was nice and twice would be better but Jack was determined to have him as often as stamina and Jasper would allow until they were both too exhausted to do anything but lay next to each other. “I want to see what else you’ve learned.”

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Usually Noah had no issue with words, his diction perfect and in all of his classes he was the top student. Some would even go so far as to call Noah loquacious or vocabulous. Yet, right now Noah could barely get a sentence out, sealed up like a clam the boy just could not find the words his head rushed and face warm as he tried to coherently express himself and was simply at a loss. His typically superior intelligence unraveled in front of Edison leaving Noah nothing more than a large pleasured nerve aching to be felt up and stimulated. Edison just had some kind of control over him, a lure like a moth to flame could not be more accurate. Edison was flame, dangerous, yet Noah could not help himself. He was here, exposed in the most vulnerable way for the young man under Edison’s observing gaze, almost cold yet a warmth was flushed over Noah. The blonde excited by the risk of being here naked on the desk, legs spread and cunt out in the open, clenching and unclenching with a desire to be filled. Hearing what Edison asked of him, Noah whined. “I…I want…touch me…please…” He whimpered as the other ordered him to speak then bit at his lower lip .”I…I want you to take liberties with me…Please…I want to be useful for you. I..want you…to want me.” Noah admitted.

       In any other situation Edison might have been critical of his inability to form a proper sentence but he was far too enamored to care now. Besides that, there was something rather endearing about his stammering. He’d sat through enough classes with the younger male to know that his vocabulary wasn’t lacking and that was perhaps what made it so enjoyable. They hadn’t even gotten to the good part yet and already he was a muttering mess. What would happen when Edison really gave him something to be speechless about? Touch me please was more than enough to satisfy the professor but everything that came after it had his cock straining against his dress pants. He’d encountered more than a few sluts in situations like this, anyone who slept with their instructor was at heart, but Noah appeared to be in a league of his own. “I can think of countless ways to make you useful,” he mused, “but why not focus on what you want for now? I won’t make this offer again. So tell me, what do you really want from me?” There had to be more than just a longing to be cared for. Everyone had their desires and he was itching to hear Noah’s. “Don’t be afraid little one.” His words were soft as his finger ghosted over the younger male’s slick entrance. “I won’t hurt you.”

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Jasper was not exactly sure what the protocol was, especially as he had clearly called the knight by the wrong title. “Sir,” the young man repeated, correcting himself, trying his best to be obedient, appropriate. He had a curious streak inside him that was a mile long, however–it was what had kept him alive in the miserable conditions of the orphanage, as well as what had kept his mind active. Jasper could not help but look up from the floor to take in the man that would be his mentor and his guidance. He was not dressed in chainmail the way the two knights at the orphanage had been, but rather a more everyday tunic and trousers. Nevertheless, the clothes were both thicker and more colorful than any that Jasper had seen before the orphanage visit, and he could not help but admire them silently, as well as the man who must have been illustrious enough to earn them. Surely his own life could not be that bad now, if he was to be saved from an overcrowded orphanage and taken under the guidance of a noble, God-fearing–

The brunet flinched, pupils dilating as a dagger appeared seemingly out of nowhere, as if the man had conjured it from the folds of his clothes, to press against his arm. Blood beaded quickly from the pale skin, although the cut itself was thin and shallow. The brunet could not help but make a “hrgh” sound, staring at the knight. He had moved so smoothly…

There could be no explanation for the small cruelty other than that it was a test, or for the knight’s own enjoyment. Jasper resisted the animal urge to back up from the blade and flee, instead staying in place, his wide eyes betraying their confusion as he stared up at his “mentor”. Besides, he was too afraid to flee now, worried that the moment he turned his back he would be taught a harsher ‘lesson’ about running from conflict.

     Hazel eyes studied the other male closely, taking in his reaction to the assault, no matter how minor. The male to the left of his unfortunate squire had a shrunk away, drawing a look of contempt from the knight. For a fleeting moment he wondered how many of these boys would die in the early days of the war. None of them were meant to be warriors and it would be a miracle if they managed to learn enough to survive. The pathetic looking man in front of him didn’t have much of a chance. Jack realized it was crass to say but he didn’t see the point in lying. His best chance for survival was Jack himself. At least he hadn’t pulled away. 

     “Not entirely disappointed,” he quietly noted. Nimble fingers turned the blade in his hand, offering it hilt first to his squire. “Hold on to this. Until you prove worthy of a man’s weapon it’s the only defense you’ll have. Do not lose it.” The last part should have gone without saying but Jack didn’t trust anyone to be aware of the obvious. While the other male’s mortality was of little consequence to him, the dagger had been a gift from the queen. It was important to him and a symbol of status. As long as Jasper held on to it anyone with sense wouldn’t bother the brunet. They knew Jack’s temper and sigil well enough to steer clear. 

     Turning his back to the row of men he took a step towards the door. “Grab your things. We’ve got a long ride ahead of us and we’re already wasting daylight.” His mission had been delayed long enough. Jack was ready to get back into the thick of it. Whether this boy was prepared or not didn’t matter. He’d find the nerve soon enough. “What’s your name squire?”