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Hearing Caleb call right when he had his hand on the handle to turn on the shower he paused, remembering that he had torn the Omega's shirt beyond repair the night before. And, well, it was his fault so he didn't have much of a choice, even if he despised letting other people wear his clothes. "Dresser, second drawer down on the left!" he called back. He opened the door to the bathroom and stuck his head out the door after another moment. "Uh, just help yourself until I'm ready to go, I suppose. Not sure what there is for food, but you should be able to manage. Kitchen's down the hall on the left, and the living room is across the hall from it." With that, he closed the bathroom door again and stepped into the shower, pulling the curtain and turning the water on before any other requests could be made.

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“I live on seventh street.” he mumbled, watching the Alpha rush around as he just stood there. He picked up his pants and put them on, hopping around as he got his leg through the last pant-leg. He groaned as he remembered his shirt was in tatters along both sides of the bed. “I need a shirt!” he called out after Kyril had closed the door, still standing in place; unsure what to do.

#Still I feel bad #D: #I MISSED YOU TOO! #-Tackles-

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"I don't know where you're going," Kyril said, rushing to gather fresh clothes and a towel because there was no way he was going into work smelling like sex and sweat and Caleb, which he undoubtedly did. "But I do work, so I'll drop you off somewhere. I'm two hours late as it is, another ten minutes isn't going to hurt me." The last was said just before he slammed the door to the adjoining bathroom closed, determined to take the faster and most efficient shower of his life.

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Caleb scrambled awake groggily, his eyes landing on Kyril and wondering why his words weren’t working right in his head. He needed a moment to wake up more before speech was comprehensive to him. He stared blankly at the Alpha before it finally kicked in and he scrambled up. “Work..” he mumbled, “I don’t work today.” he muttered sleepily, rubbing his eyes. “Where go?” he asked, still trying to wake up.

#Okay so I KNOW I replied to this #Like forever ago #I have no idea why it apparently never showed up #I'm sorry!

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When Kyril woke that morning, it was to a sun relatively high in the sky. Confused, he glanced over at his alarm clock to check the time, only to find it laying on the ground, broken. "... The hell," he mumbled, groggily climbing out of the bed to retrieve his jeans from the floor and fetch his cellphone from the pocket. His eyes widened when he did see the time; he'd had work that morning, and he was supposed to have arrived two hours ago. "Shit!" he practically yelped, finally turning to the bed and noticing Caleb sprawled over half the bed. He only took a second to look at the Omega before climbing onto the bed and shaking his shoulder. "Kid, get up," he said. "I'm late for work and we need to go. Now."

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Caleb dreamed very little that night, the Alpha’s constant scent left his mind somewhat blank, and yet very comfortable. Sometime during the night he had rolled over and turned away from Kyril. The Omega purred quietly as he nuzzled into the pillow. The one time he couldn’t control what he did or his inner Omega was when he was asleep, and the Omega wanted his scent all over his side..

#-Hugs and squeezes tight- #Missed you too~! #No... #They lost in the semi-finals to Sterek #The final was Destiel Vs. Sterek #I dunno who won #But I'll bet that it was Sterek unless Destiel fans REALLY pulled together #Because I mean #Even the TN actors were voting and gathering support

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Though he wasn't one for touching while sleeping, preferring the space of the entire bed to himself and no other body, for reasons he didn't have Kyril allowed their legs to be pressed together. With his other foot, he worked his toes underneath the rumpled blanket at the foot of the bed, working it up over himself and Caleb. Once it was in place, the Alpha rolled and shifted a bit, curling on his side to face the Omega but keeping a respectable distance between them. After stifling a yawn, he closed his eyes and feel into sleep himself.

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Caleb didn’t need to be told twice, and he felt like he did a good job. His head hit the sheets and he almost fell asleep there, breathing in the Alpha’s sharp scent. But he got up, crawling over to his side and turning towards Kyril. Caleb hated physical contact while he slept, but yet found his leg against the Alpha’s. He was pretty much exhausted, and closed his eyes. Within moments the panting Omega’s breathing had evened and he drifted into a deep, satisfied slumber.

#So I think RPing Merlin's heat for like a week #Just like #Killed my ability to smut there for a while

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His smirk as Caleb released for stopped half-way and morphed into a slightly pained moan as the Omega took his over-sensitive prick in his mouth again. By the time the Omega dropped down and panted against his thigh, Kyril wasn't much better off. His muscles seemed to ache from the strain of releasing so many times in one night without the scent of an Omega in heat to drive his body's endurance up. He closed his eyes at the whined words, shaking his head and rolling onto his side. He didn't turn his back to Caleb, though, instead turning to face him and shifting back a little so his head was no longer on his thigh. "No, that's... That's good for tonight," he managed to say, taking deep breaths. "Training halted. Go to sleep, Caleb."

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Caleb lifted his head from the Alpha’s cock, a strand of saliva and cum sticking to his lips. He kissed at the Alpha’s throbbing member, moaning against him as he worked himself. The other’s words made him moan and he nodded, nuzzling Kyril’s sensitive cock. “Fuck.. yes.” he moaned, the image was doing it for him. “I want both.” he mumbled, “I want it. I’m a slut.” he started rocking his body onto the vibrator. “I want it!” he moaned louder, his muscles tightening. He was close, so close. He thrust the vibrator once more against his prostate and came, shuddering and moaning loudly before taking the Alpha’s cock in his mouth once more. He just needed it. The Salty-sweet taste made him finish, he struggled to stay upright before dropping into his own mess, moaning into Kyril’s cock before letting it drop from his mouth and he laid panting against the Alpha’s thigh. “F-Fuck..” he murmured. “Tired..” he whispered, closing his eyes. “Want more.. but.. can’t anymore..” he whined.

#Atta boy x3 #I need that reminder #AND ONE OF MY FRIENDS FOUND THIS ACCOUNT

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Watching Caleb willing swallow everything as well as work himself with his hand and the vibrator, Kyril allowed himself a bit of slack, groaning freely as the waves of his orgasm rolled over him. Once he was finished he slumped back against the pillows and watched the Omega, making no move to offer his assistance, even though part of his wanted to. Training, he reminded himself. "Holy fuck," he said, breathless, fighting down the urge to drag the Omega up and kiss him, hot and filthy, because he didn't kiss goddammit. "You are such a slut, I can't believe it. A right whore for a cock in your ass and your mouth. I bet you'd love if you could have both, couldn't you? Want me to call someone so you can suck them off while I pound your ass and fill you up?" He wasn't sure why he was offering, since he had no intention of coming again that night. He rather just wanted to sleep now, his limbs heavy. But he had to see Caleb's reaction to his words.

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Caleb managed to steal small breaths as the other pulled back, he was aware his lips were dripping with saliva as the Alpha thrust into his mouth, but he didn’t care. Nothing mattered to him but Kyril’s pleasure. He closed his eyes and moaned loudly into the Alpha’s cock. He continued to push the vibrator against his prostate, trying to imagine another Alpha, but it just wasn’t big enough; the image kept taking him back to a Beta. It was a bit of a turnoff; but then the other sounded like he choked a bit. He continued his motions, sucking and swallowing Kyril’s cock with every thrust. Without warning, the other ceased thrusting and gripped his hair tighter. Oh gods, he was shooting his cum down his throat! He moaned and lifted his head a little, taking the Alpha’s seed in his mouth and swallowing voluntarily. He drank eagerly and hungrily; though his instincts were pulling at him, protesting that he needed that inside his ass, rather his stomach. He easily pushed them aside though, continuing to fuck himself with the vibrator as he swallowed every stream of the Alpha’s seed. He was coming close himself, but he just couldn’t get himself there.

He needed help, and he thrust the vibrator hard against his prostate, using his hand to finish the job as he continued to suck on Kyril’s cock, trying to suck every drop from him.

#That sucks #D: #I probably won't be awake when you hit ten though #I need to go to bed #And I will as soon as I finish my Physics homework

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"Shit," Kyril swore as Caleb swallowed around him each time he thrust up into his mouth. It was fucking amazing, and he wasn't entirely sure how the Omega was breathing. No matter, though, he gaze was transfixed on watching his cock slip in and out of the hot mouth, the base slick and shiny from spit. His moans sent vibrations up his dick ad they seemed to resonate through his entire body, causing him to shudder and close his eyes momentarily. When he opened them and looked up it was only to see Caleb fucking himself on the vibrator and he choked a little. No way, there was no way this Omega was for real. They just weren't like that. He fucking loved it, though, and felt himself tip over the edge. His knot swelled and his grip in Caleb's hair tightened as if it were his only life-line, shooting down his throat without any verbal warning.

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Caleb swallowed as best he could with Kyril’s cock down his throat, trying to please him as best he could. The vibrator rubbed against his prostate and he moaned, swallowing tightly around the Alpha’s cock. At the other’s question he nodded slightly and moaned around him. Fuck yes I do. Fucking love to be filled. He wanted to say, but the other grabbed his hair and held him in place. He moaned when the Alpha started face-fucking him, doing his best to swallow the Alpha with every thrust, gagging only once and moaning. He reached a hand back and took the vibrator and began pulling it out before shoving it back in; hard. Fucking himself. He continued it, moaning loudly and sucking on the Alpha’s cock.

#Sometimes I require more than that

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As his entire cock was enveloped and he felt the constricting heat of Caleb's throat around it, Kyril was forced to close his eyes tightly and bite the inside of his cheek to the point where he tasted blood. There was few Omegas or Beta he had slept with he could do it, and none who had managed it without so little preamble as Caleb. "Look how easy you take it, fuck, you love having a cock down your throat don't you, you fucking slut?" he said once he'd regained the capability. His hands fisted tighter in the Omega's hair and he held him in place, thrusting up slightly and watching his cock disappeared and reappear from Caleb's mouth.

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Caleb continued to rock his hips into the air, as if he were meeting the thrusts of another male. He knew what he was doing, of course. He wasn’t kidding when he had agreed with the other in him being a slut. Oh he had had plenty of cocks in him, sucked many off, but none like Kyril. When the Alpha’s hand buried in his hair, pushing him further down on the Alpha’s cock. With another pleased moan he decided he’d show Kyril how much of a fucking slut he was; as he began easily and eagerly deepthroating his cock.

#Seriously #D: #Yell at me when I go MIA

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Watch Caleb move into place, Kyril grinned. He was infinitely impressed that the first thing the Omega didn't wasn't pull out the toy, considering it was what almost all did the instant they were given the chance. He didn't think much more after that, though, not with wet heat engulfing his cock and gods, Caleb definitely knew how to suck a guy off. He could feel himself harden fully in the Omega's mouth, and his breathing picked up in speed. He would give him a lesson in being quiet, though, and refused to allow any noises to escape him. Of course, it didn't help matters that he was practically rutting against the air, working his hips just to feel the vibrator rub against him and if that wasn't a huge turn-on than Kyril didn't know what was. He almost swore, biting it back at the last moment, he moved a hand down to bury in Caleb's hair, urging him faster and farther down on his cock.

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Caleb rubbed his wrists softly when Kyril released him from his binds. He watched as the Alpha stroked his cock, and moved into position. He didn’t bother removing the vibrator from himself, oh no. He wanted it, and the Alpha had not spoken against it, nor removed it. He crawled over to the Alpha’s side, propping himself on his elbows, breathing softly against Kyril’s slowly hardening cock. He arched his back, raising his ass in the air before taking Kyril’s cock in his mouth, moaning at both the vibrations within him and at the salty taste of the Alpha’s skin. He sucked gently at first, but as the Alpha hardened more he started bobbing his head and rocking his hips, rubbing the vibrator against his walls with more small moans.

#<3

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Kyril waited patiently as Caleb seemed to figure out what he wanted, his lips curling into a smug smile when he finally did. He rolled over to open the top drawer of his nightstand, feeling around way in the back until he came up with a key. He unlocked both the Omega's wrists and ankles, then tucked the key back into it's drawer and laid back against the pillows, hitting the remote to shut the TV off before settling. He stroked at his cock lazily, plating his feet on the bed and spread his knees wide to make room for the Omega. "Be my guest," he invited, his voice sultry.

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At the touch of Kyril’s hand he moaned softly, watching his mess smeared over himself. His back arched and he pumped his cock in the Alpha’s hand as he coated it, feeling extra-sensitive now. He felt pride at the Alpha’s praise. A quiet purr emitted from his chest to match Kyril’s. He shook his head, he was young, able bodied.. Though his cock had begun to throb painfully, he tried ignoring it. “I want more..” he murmured, “I wanna.. I wanna..” he paused, looking the Alpha over with half lidded eyes, “I want to suck you off.” he purred, tugging at his restraints. “I wanna taste you.” his purr turned to a soft growl.

#Good #:3

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The Alpha could tell Caleb was struggling not to hit his release when he started making more noises, and each of them shot straight down to his groin. He stayed silent himself, the only sign that it was starting to get him being that his hand more to stroke more firmly at his half-hard cock. He smirked to himself when the Omega lost his hold on himself and came, not moving until the groaned words reached him.

He sat up then, reaching out a hand to run through the Omega's release, smearing it up onto his chest and down lower, coating his cock with it lightly. "For a first time, that actually wasn't too bad," he purred, leaning down to lick at the shell of Caleb's ear lightly. "This is only the beginning, but we'll work up to things. Had enough for tonight?" he was more than willing - as well as able - to continue, but the Omega had now come twice and been denied an orgasm once, if he remembered correctly, and out of his heat he figured it would start being painful rather than pleasurable soon.

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Caleb’s hips rocked, rubbing the vibrating toy against his prostate. The bored tone of the Alpha angered him some, but it soon faded away as he came as close as he could to his orgasm, but fought to keep himself under control. Though in taking control of that, he lost it when it came to staying silent. He began whimpering, panting and moaning loudly as his chest began rising and falling quickly. 

“F-Fuck!” he cried out, whimpering as he arched his back, his whole body tensing as he came over his stomach, his moaning raising in pitch. He pulled hard on the handcuffs around his wrists and cried out in a bit of pain, feeling the now warmed metal tear his skin a bit.

After a few moments his body relaxed, and the toy remained vibrating against his most sensitive and vulnerable place. He had continued panting, his eyes closed half lidded. “F-Fuck m-me..” he groaned, it wasn’t a plea, it was simply him in his post orgasmic high. 

#No I haven't been too busy #Not since the weekend #So if I've been posting on Arthur but not replying here send me a message 'kay?

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When Caleb spoke, Kyril only turned his head to give him a bored look. "Then come," he dead-panned, turning his attention back to the TV. He wouldn't deny that all the noises the Omega next to him was making was starting to effect him, though, no matter how little attention he was paying to him. He had started out cupping his soft cock, but as he listened it started to fill under his fingers and he stroked lightly with just the calloused pads.

He contemplated reaching over to fist Caleb's cock, but decided against it. If he couldn't come without stimulation there he was going to be caught on the edge for a long time. And if he did come, well... Kyril had no intentions of removing the toy until he was good and satisfied with how long it had been in place. So perhaps it would almost be better if he did reach over and help bring the Omega off... But no, this was his training, which he had asked for. That decided, the Alpha settled further into the bed, eyes on the TV but listening only to the Omega's noises.

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Caleb growled quietly as the toy was removed from him, tugging at the ankle restraints as it left him. He caught sight of the new selection and bit his lip, another growl escaping him when the toy was slid into him, filling him with pleasant vibrations. He had managed it without another sound; up until the point the Alpha began using it to massage his prostate. His hips bucked slightly, toes and fists clenching again as he leaned his head back and let out a loud moan. The other removed himself, but the toy was still vibrating against his most sensitive place. The Alpha wasn’t holding anything back. He began panting again, heavier this time. He was being over stimulated, pleasure coursing through him like waves on the shore. Every few moments he would let out a small whimper of pleasure and roll his hips, thinking that would help him. 

He could feel himself grow closer and closer to climax, but refused to voice it. His skin was practically tingling. He bit down on his lip, hard; drawing blood as he tried to lessen the pleasure. He hadn’t lasted nearly as long with this one as the other. He moaned again and and looked at the Alpha, “I’m gonna c-come.” he reported with a growl, arching his back and hearing the growl morph into another loud moan. Fuck, he was stronger than this and he knew it! 

#TIM #You should like poke me or something if I don't reply after a couple hours! #I forget I have this blog!

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It being the first time he had tried something like that with Caleb, Kyril was actually impressed with how long he last before the whimper-turned-growl escaped from him. Most only managed about fifteen minutes before the vibrations were too much for them. Not that he was going to tell the Omega that. He shut the toy off and kneeled between Caleb's legs, carefully extracting the toy and putting it back with the group of others. The one he selected next was only a bit bigger than the first, but when he slid it into the Omega and turned it on, rather than vibrating it rolled slightly, massaging again the prostate without letting up. "Let's see how you like this one, then," he said quietly before, once again, settling back on his side of the bed to focus on the TV. He was being cruel, he was well-aware, but the Omega had wanted to be trained and train him Kyril would.

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Caleb nodded slowly and clenched his fists and toes, determined not to make any noises. He couldn’t pay attention to the TV anymore, there was only the vibrator and the Alpha next to him. The Omega tried steadying his breathing but found it was futile to cease his panting. He looked over to the other and saw the placement of the Alpha’s hand, his body wanted the Alpha instead of the toy. He turned his head and coughed once, releasing a bit of tension that had been building.

It was then another forty-five minutes later that he finally cracked. Forty five minutes of continuous pleasure and sensitivity like none he’d felt before. He finally let out a needy whimper, which turned into a soft growl as he fought at himself, looking over at the Alpha and rocking his hips a little.

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Grinning as Caleb arched and panted, obviously trying not to make noise, Kyril patted the Omega's stomach twice and settled back down to watch another episode of the show. It was a marathon, which was all the better for him, considering it would keep him from getting bored and rushing the process of training. "You just let me know if that becomes too much," he said, even as he cupped a lazy hand over his own half-hard cock. He just left it there, returning his attention to the TV, only glancing at Caleb out of the corner of his eye occasionally. 

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The longer the toy had sat within him, the harder it had become to not think about it. He kept looking over at Kyril, but refused to make any noise or voice his need. He was patient, and he was strong; he would prove it. When the Alpha praised him he blinked, turning his head to look at him and seeing the remote, his heart beating a little faster. A slight look of elation appeared on his face as the faint buzzing could be heard, his back arching a tiny bit. He bit his lip and tried to remain as silent as he could as the vibrator vibrated hard inside him. He panted softly; trying his hardest not to let the whimper escape his throat. 

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When the show he was watching ended maybe forty minutes later, Kyril glanced over at Caleb. "Good boy," he praised lightly, sitting up and reaching for the little remote that controlled the vibrator. He toyed with it for a moment, a smirk curling his lips as he watched the Omega. Finally, he flipped it on, immediately setting it to the highest setting rather than working up to it.

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He nodded firmly, watching the Alpha curiously. At the sight of the medium sized vibrator he scoffed a bit, it was nowhere near the size of an Alpha’s cock, nor did it have the knot formation. It wouldn’t please him, at least not much. He once again fought to disallow Kyril to move his hips; to no avail. He couldn’t get any leverage to fight against him, but remained tense. The toy slipped easily into him, too easily; though it didn’t stop him from moaning a little. He tensed around the toy, though it didn’t fill the empty feeling. He could do this, he could be patient. “Of course.” he muttered, yanking at his restraints on his ankles. He turned his attention to the TV again and tried focusing on the show instead of the toy inside him.

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"Oh, do you now?" Kyril commented sarcastically, flipping through a few more channels before settling on I.D.TV. He looked over at Caleb for a moment, then dropped his gaze to survey the group of toys at the foot of the bed. "Let's see how well you do with this, then." He picked up a medium-sized vibrator - one for Betas, without the knot formation at the base - and sat between the Omega's held-open legs. He snatched one of the many pillows, tucked it under Caleb's hips, and then slipped the toy into him. He moved back to his spot then, curling one arm under his head. "I'll turn it on when I feel like it," he added.

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Caleb glared at him and watched as he climbed into the bed, propped himself up on the headboard and then turned his attention to the TV, “I have patience..” he muttered, tugging at his restraints once again as he watched the channels go by. 

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Laughing quietly as Caleb snorted at him, Kyril simply looked amused. "You won't be doing any of the fucking, I'm afraid," he said dryly. He left the group of other things he had picked from his collection at the foot of the bed and shifted over to stretch on his back on the other side of the mattress, his back propped against the headboard. He snatched the remote off his nightstand and clicked the TV at the other end of the room on, starting to flip through channels to find something to watch. "Lesson one," he started, "Patience."

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Caleb growled in return to Kyril, tugging at the handcuffs around his wrists. He fought against the Alpha’s hold on his feet, pulling his knees closer to him; but the Alpha was stronger than him. By a lot. After his ankles had been locked into place he shook his legs, trying to pull them closer; testing the cuffs. “Snug.” he reported with a soft growl, “And fuck you.” he smirked.