Chapter 3: A kind offer
Ombre looked a glance at Merak, before sighing, "Can... what'll help me right now is if you... can you remove the cage from my... y'know." Ombre gestured vaguely towards his crotch, his face flushing a soft pink. "You want me to take off the chastity cage?" Merak clarified, his voice calm and steady. Ombre nodded, his wings fluttering softly in agreement. "But only if you want to, Omby. If you're not ready, that's okay too," Merak added, his eyes filled with understanding. I want to," Ombre admitted softly, his eyes meeting Merak's gaze. "But I'm scared. I don't want to...
disappoint you."
Merak reached out, taking Ombre's hand in his own, giving it a gentle squeeze. "You won't disappoint me, Omby. And we'll go at your pace. If you want me to take off the cage, I will. But if you change your mind at any point, just say so, and I'll stop. Okay?"
Ombre nodded, his wings fluttering softly as he took a deep breath. "Okay," he whispered, his eyes meeting Merak's gaze. Merak smiled, giving Ombre's hand another squeeze before letting it go.
"But why do I have to wear the cage, Mer?" Ombre asked, his eyes darting between Merak and Ankoku, searching for answers. "I mean, I get the whole 'no touching myself' thing, but why the cage? Isn't it a bit... extreme?" His wings fluttered nervously, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.
Merak leaned back against the couch, his arm still draped casually over the back, his fingers absently stroking the soft feathers of Ombre's wings. "It's not about punishment, Omby. It's about control and anticipation," he explained, his voice calm and steady.
"By wearing the cage, you're not only preventing yourself from touching yourself, but you're also building up anticipation for when you can finally have your release. It's like... delayed gratification, in a way." He gave Ombre a reassuring smile, his fingers still stroking his wings gently. "And besides, it's also a safety measure. You've mentioned before that you sometimes act on impulse, that you can be a bit... reckless."
Ankoku chuckled, "Remember that time you humped against the pillows? That was adorable!" Ankoku laughed, nudging Ombre playfully. "But yeah, Mery's right. The cage is more about helping you control your impulses, rather than punishing you. And who knows, you might even grow to like it. Some people find delayed gratification... stimulating." He winked at Ombre, who blushed and looked away.
Merak cleared his throat, "Anyway, let's get that cage off you, if you're sure that's what you want."
"Wait..." Ombre whispered, growling when Ankoku gave him a smug look, "What... what would happen if I took it off? You studied biology, Merak... What would happen?" Ombre asked, his eyes wide with curiosity and a hint of fear. He shifted on the couch, his wings twitching nervously.
Merak smiled reassuringly, "Well, Omby, remember how I told you that Luna Moths go through a mating season?" Ombre nodded, his wings fluttering softly. "When a male Luna Moth finds a female, he releases a pheromone to attract her. If she's interested, she'll release her own pheromones in response. This dance of pheromones leads to...
well, mating," Merak explained, his voice calm and steady. "But since you're a hybrid, and your biology is a bit different, things might be a bit... intense for you. Taking off the cage now could trigger your mating instincts, making you... eager, to say the least."
Ombre gulped, his wings fluttering nervously. "Eager? Like... really horny?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Merak nodded, a soft smile on his lips. "Exactly. And while there's nothing wrong with that, it's important to remember that we're in control here."
"Wow... I wanna see a real horny Ombre!" Ankoku exclaimed, "Take the cage off! Pleaaaseeee!" Though, he was only joking.
Merak sighed, "Ankoku, behave." He then pecked Ankoku on the neck, "Or I'll have to punish you~" He turned his attention back to Ombre, "Are you sure you want me to take it off, Omby? Once it's off, there's no going back. Your instincts will kick in, and it's going to be... intense." Merak's voice was serious, his eyes filled with concern.
Ombre bit his lip, his wings fluttering nervously. "N-not really... but how is the cage helping?"
"You see, it's keeping you simulated." Merak explained.
"You're like a plant, Omby. You need sunlight, water, and nutrients to grow. In your case, that's the cage, controlled environments, and regular check-ins with me." He winked at Ombre, making him blush. "And what if I don't want to be a plant?" Ombre challenged, his wings rustling softly. "Well, then you'd be like a wildflower, growing wherever it pleases, but also vulnerable to the elements." Merak replied, his voice gentle yet firm. "And you, my dear Ombre, are not ready to be a wildflower. You're still young and mating... It'll be hard for you."
"The cage is like... it's keeping your insticts still. You won't get hard if you're getting stimulated." Merak leaned into Ombre's face, "Trust me, sweet thing." His voice was barely above a whisper, his breath warm against Ombre's cheek. "I promise, I won't let anything happen that you don't want." Ombre took a deep breath, his wings fluttering softly as he searched Merak's eyes for any sign of deceit. Finding none, he nodded, his voice barely audible, "Okay, Merak. I trust you." Merak smiled, his thumb gently brushing against Ombre's cheek before he leaned back, his fingers still absently stroking Ombre's wings. "Alright then," he said, his voice calm and steady.
"Good, so no removing the cage, hm?" Merak said, clapping his hands together, "And no trying to take it off. I know you may want to... y'know, touch yourself, but you need to trust me and keep the cage on." Merak's voice was firm yet gentle, his eyes holding Ombre's gaze. "I understand, Merak. Merak smiled, squeezing Ombre's hand reassuringly before letting it go. "Good. Now, let's talk about something else, shall we?" He leaned back against the couch, his fingers still absently stroking Ombre's wings. "Like what?" Ombre asked, his wings rustling softly as he shifted on the couch, turning to face Merak more fully.
"Sex." Ankoku said out of nowhere, a smug look on his face. Only for the other two to stare at him disapointed.
"Really, Ankoku? Now?" Merak sighed, shaking his head. "We were having a nice conversation, and you just had to go and ruin it." Ankoku shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. "What? I'm just saying what everyone's thinking." He leaned back against the couch, his arms crossed over his chest. "Besides, it's not like we haven't talked about it before. We're all adults here." "Y-yes, but... but that's different. We were... we were just talking about it in general.
This is different. It's about Ombre, and his... his needs," Merak said, his voice soft yet firm. He turned to Ombre, who was looking down at his hands, his wings drooping slightly. "Omby, you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. It's okay." Merak's voice was gentle, reassuring.
Ombre took a deep breath, his wings fluttering softly as he looked up, meeting Merak's gaze. "It's... it's not that I don't want to talk about it. It's just... it's embarrassing. I mean, what's the point of sex if I'm a hybrid? Like what?"
"It's to make it so that you feel so good when you-"
"Ankoku! I told you to behave!" Merak grumbled, pouting.
"I know, I know. I'm sorry, Omby."
Ankoku, just... let's keep the conversation light, alright?" Ankoku raised his hands in surrender, leaning back with a smirk. "Fine, fine. So, Ombre, how's the job hunt going? Any leads?" Ombre's wings fluttered softly, and he looked down at his hands. "Not really. It's hard to find a job when you can't... well, you know."
He gestured vaguely towards his body, his face flushing slightly. "I get that, Omby."
"Merak. All my mind is on is about the fricking cage in my-"
"Ombre." Merak put his hands on Ombre's shoulders. "Relax."
"Merak. HOW CAN I RELAX IF THERE'S A FRICKING CAGE IN MY CROTCH!?" Ombre exclaimed, putting his hands on Merak's shoulders.
"What the frick." Ankoku said, "Are you two going to kiss? Are we starting a love triangle, Merak?" Ankoku teased, winking at Ombre. Merak rolled his eyes, pushing Ombre's hands off his shoulders gently. "Don't be ridiculous, Ankoku. I was just trying to calm Ombre down. Besides, you know I'm taken." He flashed Ankoku a playful smile, leaning back against the couch.
Ombre, ignoring Ankoku's taunt, took a deep breath, his wings fluttering softly. "I'm sorry, Merak. I didn't mean to snap. It's just... it's been a while, and the cage...
it's been driving me crazy," Ombre admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know it has, Omby. But it's almost over, okay? Just a little while longer," Merak reassured him, his voice calm and steady. He reached out, taking one of Ombre's hands in his own, giving it a gentle squeeze. "And who knows, maybe after this, we can find some other ways to... relieve your tension," he added, a soft smile playing on his lips.
"Merak, I swear to everything on earth, if you touch me, I'll rip your head off." Ombre said bluntly, pouting, though there was no malice behind it.
Merak chuckled, "I wouldn't dream of it, sweetheart. And hey, it's not like you haven't thought about it too, right?" He winked at Ombre, who blushed, looking away. "Merak!" Ankoku exclaimed, a mischievous grin on his face. "Dude, you're playing with fire. Besides, I thought we were keeping the conversation light?"
Merak shrugged, "Oh, I am." He smiled softly at Ombre, "It'll be over in a few weeks, maybe even this week. Don't worry, Omby..." Merak then leaned into Ombre's ear, "Let Daddy care for your needy needs..." Merak whispered, his breath tickling Ombre's ear. Ombre shivered, his wings fluttering softly. "Merak, please," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Please what, sweetheart?" Merak asked, his voice low and husky.
"Please... shut up." Ombre grumbled, before getting off the couch, "I'm going to our shared room. This is getting awkward." Ombre muttered, his wings fluttering nervously as he stood up from the couch. "Omby, wait." Merak reached out, grabbing Ombre's wrist gently. "What is it, Merak?" Ombre asked, his eyes meeting Merak's gaze. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. That's not what I wanted." Merak's voice was soft, filled with concern.
"I know, Merak. We're all freaky weirdo's, y'know?" Ombre said, pointing at Ankoku, "Including him. I just wanna lay down, y'know?" Ombre's wings fluttered softly as he spoke, his eyes darting between Merak and Ankoku. "I'm just really... tired." Merak nodded, his expression softening. "Of course, Omby. You should get some rest. We can talk more later, yeah?" He gave Ombre's wrist a gentle squeeze before letting it go. Ombre nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, that sounds good." He turned and walked towards the shared bedroom, his wings leaving a soft trail of iridescent dust in his wake.
Merak watched him go, a thoughtful expression on his face. After a moment, he turned to Ankoku, who was still lounging on the couch, a smug grin on his face.
"Don't look at me like that," Merak said, rolling his eyes. "I didn't do anything."
Ankoku chuckled, "Yeah, right. You were practically drooling over Ombre. I've never seen you so... attentive."
Merak blushed, turning away from Ankoku. "I was just trying to help.
You know how sensitive Ombre can be during this time," Merak replied, his voice soft as he tried to deflect Ankoku's teasing. He stood up from the couch, stretching his arms above his head. "I'm going to make some dinner. You want anything specific?"
Ankoku leaned back, his eyes following Merak as he moved around the small kitchenette. "Surprise me," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. "Just make sure it's something I can eat with one hand," he added, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Merak rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. "I'll see what I can do," he replied, turning his attention to the fridge.
As Merak pulled out ingredients for dinner, he couldn't shake the thought of Ombre from his mind. He knew that this week was going to be tough for him, and he wanted to make sure that he was there for his friend. He just hoped that he could keep his own desires in check.
"Hey, Merak?" Ankoku called out from the couch, breaking Merak out of his thoughts.
"Hey, where's that sexy ass of yours been? I've been waiting for dinner." Merak chuckled, "Patience, my dear. Good things come to those who wait." He turned around, holding up a wooden spoon, "And besides, I thought you could eat with one hand?" Ankoku groaned, "Not when it comes to your cooking, babe. I need both hands to appreciate it fully." Merak laughed, placing the spoon down and wiping his hands on his apron. "Well, you'll just have to wait a little longer then.
I'm trying something new tonight," Merak said, turning back to the stove. He could hear Ankoku grumble behind him, but he knew his boyfriend was just teasing. Merak hummed softly to himself as he cooked, the sound of sizzling meat and vegetables filling the small kitchenette.
After a few minutes, Ombre emerged from the shared bedroom, his wings rustling softly as he entered the living room. He looked a bit more relaxed, his eyes no longer darting nervously.
He seemed to not be in the mood for talking, since he headed to the living room and started reading a manga.
Merak looked at him, then at Ankoku, who just shrugged.
"Omby, do you want something to drink?" Merak asked, breaking the silence.
Ombre looked up from his manga, his eyes meeting Merak's gaze. "Hmm? Oh, no thanks, Merak. I'm good," he replied softly, his wings fluttering gently.
Merak nodded, turning his attention back to the stove. "Alright then. Dinner should be ready soon."
Ankoku, who had been quietly watching Ombre, suddenly spoke up. "So, Omby, how's the manga treating you?"
"You mean, the comic? It's not a manga." Ombre said. "It's a Wolverine comic." Ombre corrected, his eyes flicking back to the pages. "Ah, the classic clawed Canadian. I should've known." Ankoku chuckled, leaning back into the couch. "So, are you liking it? I've never been much of a comic guy myself."
Ombre shrugged, his wings rustling softly. "It's alright. I like the action, I guess. It's... distracting." He paused, his cheeks flushing slightly. "Distracting, huh? Sounds like you need something more...
stimulating," Ankoku said, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Ankoku, please," Merak groaned, giving his boyfriend a warning look. I'm just saying." Ankoku held up his hands in surrender, a smirk still playing on his lips. "You know, Omby, if you ever want to talk about... stuff, I'm here for you," he added, his voice surprisingly sincere. Ombre looked up from his comic, his eyes meeting Ankoku's gaze. "Thanks, Ankoku. I appreciate it," he replied softly, a small smile playing on his lips.
Ombre then got bored, before turning on the television. He went to Disney+ and started watching Deadpool.
Merak and Ankoku exchanged a glance, both suppressing a laugh. "You know, Omby, Deadpool is pretty... sexually charged," Merak said, trying to keep his voice neutral. "Oh, I know," Ombre replied, his eyes glued to the screen. "I need something to take my mind off things, y'know?" He shifted on the couch, his wings rustling softly. "Well, just remember to skip the steamier scenes, okay?" Ankoku added, a smirk playing on his lips.
"I'm not in the mood, Ankoku." Ombre said.
What if Ombre's heat cycle was over...?
Merak mused, his eyes flicking to Ombre, who was now engrossed in the movie, his wings fluttering softly in time with the action on the screen. He hoped it was, for Ombre's sake. The past few weeks had been tense, with Ombre's hormones raging and Merak constantly on edge, trying to keep his friend from acting on his impulses. But now, seeing Ombre finally relaxed, Merak allowed himself a small glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, the worst was over.
He finished cooking, the aroma of garlic, herbs, and seared meat filling the small apartment. He set the table, the clink of plates and the rustle of cutlery the only sounds breaking the silence.
"Alright, dinner's ready," Merak announced, turning to face the living room. Ombre looked up from the TV, his eyes meeting Merak's gaze. "Smells good," he said softly, his wings fluttering gently. Ankoku, who had been quietly scrolling through his phone, looked up as well. "Finally," he groaned, pushing himself off the couch.
"What did you make?" Ombre asked. Strange how it seemed like the cage was gone...
It was as if the tension that had been building in the room for weeks had suddenly dissipated, leaving behind a calm that was almost palpable. Even Ankoku seemed to notice the change, his usual smirk replaced with a soft smile as he took his seat at the table.
Merak served the food, placing a generous helping of pasta onto each of their plates. The sauce was a rich, deep red, flecked with herbs and bits of meat. He had even managed to find some fresh parmesan to grate over the top, the sharp, salty scent mingling with the warmth of the dish.
As they ate, they noticed Ombre humming a song.
"It might sound crazy, but it ain't no lie... baby, bye, bye, bye..." Ombre hummed. "Just another player in your game for two..." Ombre hummed, his wings swaying gently to the rhythm of the song. Merak couldn't help but smile at the sight, relief washing over him. This was the Ombre he knew, not the tense, anxious creature he'd been dealing with for weeks.
Ankoku chuckled, "So, Omby, what's the deal with you and NSYNC? You've been singing their songs all week."
Ombre blushed, poking at his pasta with his fork. "I-I don't know. I just... I like their music, okay? Besides, you're the one who forced me to watch Deadpool and Wolverine." Ombre mumbled, his eyes flicking between Merak and Ankoku. "And let's not forget the time you made me listen to 'Bye Bye Bye' on repeat!" Ankoku laughed, "Oh, come on! That was hilarious! Your face when you tried to sing along... priceless!" Merak rolled his eyes, "Ankoku, leave Ombre alone. He's been through enough." He turned to Ombre, his expression softening, "How are you feeling, Omby? You seem... better."
Ombre took a deep breath, his wings fluttering softly. "I feel like a door."
"What?" Ankoku and Merak said.
"What?" Ombre said back.
"I mean, one minute I'm all... tense and stuff, and the next, it's like... gone. Like a door closing. I don't know," he added, his wings rustling softly as he shrugged. "Well, that's a good sign, right?" Merak said, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Maybe your heat cycle is finally over." Ankoku nodded, "Yeah, that's great, Omby. No more... cage issues, right?" Ombre blushed, looking down at his plate. "Yeah, I guess."
Afterwards, Ombre went back to the room, the sound of them humming another song was heard.
"Six feet tall and super strong... we always get along, alright, alright..." Ombre hummed, dancing to the rymth.
"Whatja doin'?" Ankoku asked, standing in the doorway.
"AHHHHHHH!" Ombre yelled, before jumping, "WHAT THE HELL!?" Ombre exclaimed, his wings flapping wildly as he spun around to face Ankoku. "MY GOSH, Ankoku! You scared the crap out of me!" He clutched his chest, his heart pounding like a drum in his ears.
Ankoku chuckled, leaning against the doorframe with a smug grin. "Sorry, Omby. I couldn't resist. You looked so... adorable, dancing and singing like that."
Ombre rolled his eyes, blushing slightly. "Shut up, Ankoku. I was just... practicing my moves."
You know, for when I finally find someone who appreciates my sweet dance skills." He struck a pose, winking at Ankoku.
Ankoku laughed, pushing off from the doorframe and walking into the room. "Well, I appreciate them. And I must say, you've got some... unique moves." He smirked, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
Ombre blushed, looking down at his feet. I guess." He shuffled his feet, his wings fluttering softly. "So, what's up, brav?" Ombre asked, looking up at Ankoku with a curious tilt of his head. "Just wanted to check on you, make sure you're doing okay," Ankoku replied, his voice softening as he sat down on the bed next to Ombre. "I am, thanks. I feel... Ombre smiled, his wings fluttering gently. "That's good to hear, Omby. I know the past few weeks have been tough on you." Ankoku's hand reached out, gently patting Ombre's knee. "Yeah, they have.
But it's over now, right?" Ombre asked, his eyes searching Ankoku's for reassurance. Ankoku nodded, giving Ombre's knee a gentle squeeze. "Yeah, it is. And I'm here for you, okay? If you need to talk, or if you just want someone to hang out with, I'm here." Ombre smiled, his wings fluttering softly. That means a lot." He placed his hand over Ankoku's, giving it a gentle squeeze in return. "So, what do you want to do now? Watch another movie?"
"Please don't let it be porn," Merak groaned, throwing his head back.
Ankoku chuckled, "Come on, babe. It's just a few PG-13 action movies. Besides, I thought you said Ombre needed something 'stimulating'?"
Merak rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Alright, fine. We'll watch the movies."
As the movies started, Merak found himself getting into them. The action was intense, the characters interesting, and the storylines engaging.
However, Ombre wasn't paying attention, opting to take glances at Merak every now and then.
Merak noticed this, thinking that Ombre might have still been in his heat cycle. Merak sighed, feeling a wave of frustration wash over him. Why couldn't Ombre just be his normal, happy self again?
As the movie continued, Merak found himself engrossed in the on-screen action, his frustrations momentarily forgotten. But every now and then, he would catch Ombre's gaze and feel a pang of guilt for feeling annoyed. After all, it wasn't Ombre's fault that this was all happening.
Merak knew that. He was the one who had encouraged Ombre to move in with them, knowing full well that the moth mating season would coincide with his arrival. But Merak had been so caught up in the excitement of starting a new life with his boyfriend and best friend that he had pushed those concerns aside.
And now, they were all paying the price for it. Ankoku, who had been trying to keep the peace between the two, was growing increasingly frustrated with their constant bickering.
"Alright, that's enough," he said firmly, holding up his hands. "Both of you, stop. I can't take it anymore."
Merak then grabbed Ombre, forcing the moth into his arms, "I can't take this anymore. I need to help you with this."
Ombre squeaked, nearly jumping. "M-merak-"
"Shut up." Merak growled, forcing Ombre on the couch on all fours.
Ankoku looked over, a confused look on his face. "Uhm, Merak?"
"Listen, Ankoku," Merak said, pinning Ombre to the couch, "I have to do this."
"Do what?" Ankoku chuckled, nervous as Merak's hungry gaze stared him down. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Merak scoffed, rolling his eyes, "I know you know, Ankoku." He growled, having to lossen his grip on Ombre when he winced. "Don't play dumb with me."
"I'm not playing dumb with you, Mer." Ankoku denied, holding his hands up, "I just... I don't think this is what he needs."
"So you do know?"
"I understand," Ankoku corrected, staring Merak in the face with a glare intenser than his own, "But I don't want it for him."
"I don't care." Merak hissed, moving his hips against Ombre's. "This is for his own good."
"Oh, well, if it was so, then why didn't he say so himself!?" Ankoku exclaimed, his tone filled to the brink with rage, "He would've told us that he wanted to do this! He knows we want to help him, so why didn't he say anything?"
"I know better, he's just shy. A shy coward." Merak spat, "I know it. I know what he needs, loves, enjoys, hates. How do you think I don't know any better?"
"I know when someone's not enjoying something! Especially you." Ankoku's voice softened at that last part, a frown on his face, "I not only know Ombre's feelings, but yours. I love you and Ombre. Do you think I don't want to help him to?"
"I..." Merak's tone softened as well, his grip faltering.
"Because I do." Ankoku continued, a hand on Merak's shoulder, "I want to help. But first, let me help you."
Merak sighed and nodded his head, "Okay," He held Ombre in place for Ankoku to crawl underneath the hybrid.
"I'll let you try, but if I think he's not enjoying it, I'm taking over."
Ankoku smirked, "Deal."
Ankoku positioned himself underneath Ombre, who was still on all fours on the couch. He looked up at Ombre, his eyes filled with concern and lust. "Omby, are you sure about this?"
Ombre nodded, his wings fluttering nervously. "Y-yes," he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Ankoku reached up, cupping Ombre's cheek in his hand. "We can stop at any time, okay? Here, yellow for pause, red for stop, yeah?" Ankoku said, holding up two fingers, then placing them on Ombre's lips briefly before moving them to his own, mimicking the gesture. Ombre nodded, his eyes wide as he took in the sight of Ankoku beneath him.
Merak watched, his heart pounding in his chest as he took in the scene unfolding before him. He could feel the tension in the room, the anticipation, and it was making him ache with want.
Ankoku reached up, his hands grasping Ombre's hips, pulling him down until Ombre's crotch was level with his face.
He could smell the musk of Ombre's arousal, could see the damp spot on his jeans. He looked up at Ombre, his eyes dark with desire. "Look at me, Omby," he commanded, his voice low and gravelly. Ombre's eyes met his, wide and nervous. "I'm gonna make you feel so fucking good, you won't know what hit you," Ankoku promised, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
He leaned in, pressing his face against Ombre's crotch, inhaling deeply.
"Fuck, you smell amazing," he groaned, his tongue darting out to lick a stripe up the length of Ombre's cock, even through the fabric of his jeans. Ombre gasped, his hips bucking forward involuntarily. "Ankoku, what are you-"
"Shh, just feel, Omby," Ankoku murmured, his hands tightening on Ombre's hips, holding him in place. He continued to lick and nip at Ombre's cock through his jeans, his eyes locked onto Ombre's face, watching as his cheeks flushed and his lips parted on soft gasps.
He could feel Ombre's thighs trembling, could hear the soft flutter of his wings as he shifted nervously. He knew Ombre was close to the edge, that he was balancing on the precipice of pleasure and pain.
Ombre whimpered, his hips rolling forward, seeking more friction. He huffed, heaving. A soft plea attempted to escape his lips, but was cut off by Ankoku.
"Do you want me to make you come, Omby?" Ankoku cut him off, his voice a low growl.
"You know I can't hear you like that, Omby. Use your words. Be a good boy for daddy, baby girl." Ombre swallowed hard, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment before snapping back open, locked onto Ankoku's gaze. "Y-yes," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, what, Omby?" Ankoku pressed, his thumbs rubbing circles into the flesh of Ombre's hips, his grip tightening just enough to make Ombre gasp.
"I-i..." Ombre whimpered again, trying to move away, but Merak held a strong grip on his chest. "Don't you fucking dare," Merak growled, his eyes locked onto Ombre's. "You don't get to chicken out now." Ankoku chuckled darkly, his breath hot against Ombre's crotch. "Yeah, Omby. You're ours now. You can't run away." Ombre's breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt trapped, cornered, but there was a part of him that liked it. That liked being at their mercy. Merak leaned in, his lips brushing against Ombre's ear.
"You hear that, Omby? We're gonna fill you up, make you ours completely." He nipped at Ombre's earlobe, making him shiver. Ankoku, not wanting to be left out, began to unbutton Ombre's jeans, his fingers deftly popping each button open, revealing the soft skin of Ombre's stomach. "Lift your hips, Omby," he commanded, his voice firm yet gentle.
The poor moth hesitated, whimpering before shaking his head "no" desperately. "N-no... d-don't wanna..." Ombre stammered, his wings fluttering nervously.
Ankoku smirked, his grip tightening on Ombre's hips. "Too late for that, Omby. You already said yes," he reminded him, his voice a low growl. "Now, lift your hips. Let me see what's mine." Ombre whimpered, a shiver running down his spine at Ankoku's words. He hesitated for a moment before slowly lifting his hips, allowing Ankoku to slide his jeans down his legs, leaving him bare from the waist down.
Ankoku's hands roamed over Ombre's ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh, making him squirm.
"Fuck, you have such a perfect ass, Omby," Ankoku groaned, his fingers digging into the soft skin. "I can't wait to see it bounce while I fuck you."
Ombre's cheeks flushed at Ankoku's words, his wings fluttering nervously. Merak, still holding onto Ombre's chest, leaned in and whispered, "You like that, don't you, Omby?
You like hearing him talk dirty to you." Ombre nodded, a soft whimper escaping his lips. Merak smiled, his grip tightening. "Good boy," he praised, his voice low and husky. Ankoku, meanwhile, had begun to run his fingers along the seam of Ombre's ass, making him gasp and squirm. "Stay still, Omby," Ankoku commanded, his voice firm. "I want to explore every inch of you." Ombre whimpered, trying his best to stay still as Ankoku's fingers danced along his skin, making him shiver with anticipation.
Ombre hiccuped, soft tears streaming from his face, "Y... y-yellow..." He mumbled, in a desperate attempt for this to stop.
But Ankoku ignored him, his fingers trailing down further, pressing against Ombre's hole. "Ankoku, please-" Ombre begged, his wings fluttering wildly. "Shh, Omby. I've got you," Ankoku murmured, his voice soothing as he continued to tease Ombre's ass. "You're so tight, so perfect. I can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock." Ombre whimpered, his body tensing at Ankoku's words.
"P-please, Ankoku, I-I can't-" he stammered, his wings fluttering nervously. Ankoku looked up at him, his eyes dark with desire. "You can, Omby. You will," he growled, his fingers pressing against Ombre's hole, pushing in slightly. Ombre gasped, his body arching as he tried to push back against Ankoku's fingers. "Fuck, you're so tight," Ankoku groaned, his fingers pumping in and out of Ombre's ass, stretching him, preparing him.
Ombre convulsed, gagging every now and then, "P-please.... i-i... y-you said... but you promise..." Ombre gasped out, his grip on the couch cushions tightening as Ankoku's fingers continued to stretch him.
Ankoku smirked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I did promise, didn't I? But you know what they say, Omby, 'a promise is a promise, but a blowjob is a blowjob.'"
Before Ombre could reply, Ankoku pulled his fingers out of Ombre's ass and grabbed his legs, flipping him onto his back on the couch. Ombre yelped, his wings flapping wildly as he tried to regain his bearings.
"What the fuck, Ankoku!?" he exclaimed, his eyes wide with shock and betrayal. Merak, still standing over them, couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of their friend sprawled out on the couch, his legs splayed open, his cock hard and leaking.
"Language, Omby," Merak teased, his eyes gleaming with amusement. Ankoku, meanwhile, had positioned himself between Ombre's legs, his hands gripping Ombre's thighs, holding them open.
"Let me go...." Ombre begged, his face covered in drool and tears. "please..." Ombre begged, his voice barely above a whisper. Ankoku smirked, his grip tightening on Ombre's thighs. "Not a chance, Omby. You're mine now," he growled, his eyes locked onto Ombre's. "You said you wanted to help me," Ombre whimpered, his wings fluttering nervously. "I am helping you, Omby. I'm helping you release all that pent-up tension," Ankoku replied, his voice firm yet gentle. He leaned down, his breath hot against Ombre's cock. "Don't you want to feel good, Omby?
Don't you want to come all over my face?" Ankoku asked, his voice a low growl as he looked up at Ombre, his eyes dark with desire. Ombre whimpered, his wings fluttering nervously as he tried to process Ankoku's words. He knew he should say no, should demand to be let go, but the way Ankoku was looking at him, the way his voice sent shivers down his spine, made it hard for him to think straight.
"n.. no..." Ombre whimpered, his body betraying him as his hips lifted slightly, seeking more contact with Ankoku's mouth. Ankoku smirked, knowing he had Ombre right where he wanted him. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to lick a stripe up the length of Ombre's cock, making him gasp and moan.
"Fuck, Ankoku, what are you doing to me?" Ombre panted, his wings fluttering wildly as he tried to process the sensation of Ankoku's tongue on his cock.
It was unlike anything he had ever felt before, and he couldn't help but moan and writhe beneath Ankoku's touch.
Ankoku, meanwhile, was in his element. He loved the taste of Ombre, loved the way he squirmed and moaned beneath him. He knew he was driving Ombre wild, and it only made him want to push him further.
He began to suck Ombre's cock in earnest, his head bobbing up and down as he took Ombre's length deep into his throat. He could feel Ombre's cock pulsing, could taste the precome leaking from the tip.
He knew Ombre was close, could feel the tension in his body, the way his wings fluttered nervously. He wanted to draw this out, wanted to make Ombre beg for release, but he also wanted to feel Ombre come undone in his mouth.
With a final, long lick up the length of Ombre's cock, Ankoku pulled back, his eyes locked onto Ombre's. "You taste so fucking good, Omby," he growled, his voice low and husky.
"I could eat you out all day." Ombre whimpered, his wings fluttering in response to Ankoku's words. "P-please, Ankoku... I-I can't... I need..." he stammered, his body writhing with need. Ankoku smirked, knowing exactly what Ombre needed. He sat up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "What do you need, Omby? Tell me," he commanded, his voice firm yet gentle. Ombre hesitated, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I-I need...
to come," Ombre finally managed to choke out, his eyes pleading with Ankoku. Ankoku's smirk widened, clearly pleased with Ombre's response. "Well, why didn't you say so?" he teased, before diving back down, swallowing Ombre's cock whole.
Ombre cried out, his hips bucking off the couch as Ankoku's mouth enveloped him. Merak, still standing over them, watched the scene unfold with rapt attention, his own cock straining against his jeans.
He couldn't believe how far they had come, how much had changed in such a short amount of time. He had always known that Ankoku was dominant, that he liked to be in control, but this was something else entirely. This was raw, primal, and it was making Merak ache with want.
Ankoku, meanwhile, was lost in his own world, his mouth and hands working in tandem to bring Ombre to the brink of orgasm. He could feel Ombre's body tensing, could hear his soft moans and pants, and it only served to fuel his desire.
He wanted to make Ombre come undone, wanted to hear him scream his name as he spilled his load down Ankoku's throat. He redoubled his efforts, his tongue swirling around Ombre's cock, his fingers pumping in and out of his ass, stretching him, preparing him.
Ombre's wings fluttered wildly, his body arching off the couch as he neared his peak. "Fuck, Ankoku, I'm gonna come," he panted, his voice ragged with desire.
Ankoku, not wanting to miss a moment of Ombre's release, pulled back, his eyes locked onto Ombre's. "Come for me, Omby. Let me see you fall apart," he growled, his voice low and commanding.
Ombre's body responded to Ankoku's words, his hips bucking as he came undone, his cock pulsing as he spilled his load all over Ankoku's face.
Ankoku didn't flinch, didn't hesitate. He opened his mouth, catching as much of Ombre's come as he could, swallowing it down greedily.
He could feel Ombre's body trembling, could hear his soft moans and pants as he rode out his orgasm, and it only served to make Ankoku harder.
He wanted more, needed more. He wanted to feel Ombre's tight ass wrapped around his cock, wanted to hear him scream as Ankoku pistoned in and out of him.
He pulled back, wiping Ombre's come from his face with the back of his hand. "Fuck, that was so hot," he growled, his eyes locked onto Ombre's. "I need to fuck you, Omby."
Ombre whimpered, his legs shaking, "N-no-" he stammered, trying to sit up, but Merak held him down. "You heard him, Omby. Let him fuck you."
Ankoku smirked, his hands roaming over Ombre's body, squeezing and pinching his nipples, making him gasp and squirm. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, Omby. I'm gonna make you scream." He leaned down, his teeth sinking into Ombre's neck, marking him. Ombre cried out, his body arching as Ankoku's teeth sank into his flesh.
It was a mixture of pain and pleasure that sent shockwaves through his body, making his cock twitch and leak. Ankoku growled, his hands roaming over Ombre's body, squeezing and pinching his nipples, making him gasp and squirm.
"Ankoku, please," Ombre begged, his wings fluttering nervously. "D-don't-" But Ankoku was already positioning himself between Ombre's legs, his hard cock pressing against Ombre's entrance. "Don't what, Omby? Don't fuck you? Don't make you scream my name?" Ankoku taunted, his voice low and gravelly. "That's exactly what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk straight for a week." Ombre whimpered, his body tensing as Ankoku pressed forward, his cockhead pushing past the tight ring of muscle.