I Became the Villain Alpha's Omega (BL)

The feeling of his own warmth smeared across his abdomen, combined with the brutal snap of Zarius’s hips, drove Cherion completely past his limit.

”Zarius...! Stop, I.... I’m already....!” Cherion sobbed out, his voice cracking into a high, frantic pitch as his thighs twitched uncontrollably around Zarius’s waist.

”I’m not stopping,” Zarius growled right against his ear, his hand continuing to rub that slick heat over Cherion’s overstimulated tip while his hips slammed forward with precision. ”Stay right here with me.”

Zarius didn’t slow down for a single beat. Every deep, ruthlessly aimed thrust hit the exact electric spot inside that sent shockwaves straight to Cherion’s core.

”Zarius!” Cherion screamed, his back arching wildly off the mattress as a second, dry wave of pure climax ripped through him.

Zarius let out a low, harsh groan, his fingers digging like iron claws into Cherion’s hipbones as he buried himself to the hilt one last time. His whole frame shuddered violently as he released deep inside Cherion.

For a long, heavy minute, neither of them moved. The only sound in the room was the ragged, desperate sound of their breathing.

Cherion collapsed back against the pillows like a puppet with its strings cut. His chest heaved, silent tears spilling over his lashes simply because his nervous system couldn’t process anything else. His brain was totally fried. He genuinely thought it was over, and all he wanted was to sink so deep into the mattress that the rest of the world couldn’t reach him for a few days.

Then Zarius shifted, and Cherion realized with a wave of panic that he hadn’t backed away.

”Z-Zarius...?” Cherion choked out, eyes wide in disbelief as that heavy stretch flared up all over again, shocking every raw nerve in his body. ”No... wait... you can’t be...”

”I told you,” Zarius purred. ”My heart is racing like it’s the very first time. I’m nowhere near finished with you.”

Before Cherion could raise a single word of protest, Zarius pulled back just enough to roll him onto his stomach and haul his hips high onto his knees.

Cherion gasped, his face pressing flush into the bedsheets while his bare, flushed body was left completely exposed. Zarius didn’t give him a single second to adjust. With a slow, agonizingly heavy drive, he buried himself back inside from behind.

”God... Zarius!” Cherion screamed into the pillow, his hands frantically clawing at the headboard for leverage.

The new angle was completely merciless. Without the fear of anyone hearing them in the palace corridors, every single deep stroke echoed through the quiet bedroom with a wet, scandalous rhythm. Zarius leaned down, his massive, bare chest pressing flat against Cherion’s damp back, his teeth nipping possessively at the sensitive curve where Cherion’s neck met his shoulder.

”Look how loud you can be in here,” Zarius growled against his skin, his hand reaching down between Cherion’s legs to stroke him in time with his heavy thrusts. ”No guards. No paintings staring down at you. Just me.”

”You’re... you’re a lunatic...” Cherion wept, but his hips were arching back into every hit anyway, chasing the exact spot Zarius was relentlessly punishing. ”Ah! Right there, Zarius, please!”

”A lunatic that belongs to you,” Zarius rumbled, his pace picking up into a fierce, breathless tempo that shook the heavy wooden bed frame against the carpet.

Any remaining trace of pride burned away. Cherion let go completely, gasping Zarius’s name with every hard press, lost entirely in the feeling of him.

”Zarius! I’m going to... again... I’m....!” Cherion gasped, his knuckles turning white as he held onto the bedpost.

A high, breathless cry broke from Cherion’s throat as a third peak hit him, taking the last of his strength until his knees buckled right out from under him. Before he could even recover, Zarius buried himself as deep as he could go, letting out a heavy, gravelly groan as his second finish spilled hot inside Cherion. Zarius fell forward, pinning Cherion’s shuddering body to the bed under his chest, breathing heavily into his neck.

The room fell into a deep, heavy silence, broken only by their synchronized, ragged breathing.

Zarius gently pulled back just enough to roll them both over onto their sides, wrapping his broad arms around Cherion and pulling him flush against his chest. He pulled the thick, heavy duvet over both of their bare bodies, shielding them from the cool indoor air.

Cherion buried his face into the crook of Zarius’s neck, his legs tangled weakly with Zarius’s, completely spent, sore, and thoroughly ruined.

Zarius brushed a few damp strands of hair off Cherion’s forehead, pressing a long, warm kiss to his temple as his thumb gently rubbed over Cherion’s hip.

”But still it’s a shame though,” Zarius whispered with a low, satisfied smirk against his hair. ”It can be more thrilling if we do it right there at the corridor.”

Cherion let out a weak, muffled groan into Zarius’s chest, biting his shoulder with zero real force.

”You... you absolute menace,” Cherion muttered, his voice raspy, thick, and completely ruined from all the screaming he’d done into the pillows.

Something about Zarius’s arrogant, self-satisfied tone, combined with the thick, possessive hum still lingering heavily in the air between them, stirred a sudden, uncharacteristic wave of defiance in Cherion’s chest.

Before Zarius could react, Cherion threw the heavy duvet back. Pushing himself up on shaking hands, Cherion swung a leg over Zarius’s lap and straddled him.

He sat flush on top of him, his thighs resting on either side of Zarius’s broad hips. Cherion’s chest was heaving, his eyes burning with a wicked glint as he looked down at the man beneath him.

Zarius’s eyes darkened instantly, his hands rising to rest on the curve of Cherion’s waist. A slow, dangerous eyebrow arched up. ”Cherion...?”

Cherion didn’t say a word. Reaching down between their bodies, Cherion wrapped his fingers firmly around Zarius’s hard length, bringing it together against his own leaking tip. He reached out with his other hand, taking Zarius’s broad wrist and forcing Zarius’s hand to wrap tightly over his own, gripping their lengths together in a single, scorching palm.

Cherion leaned down until their breath mingled, a breathless, shameless smirk tugging at his flushed lips.

”You talk way too much when you’re satisfied,” Cherion muttered, wrapping his fingers tighter over Zarius’s hand. ”Shut up and let me show you how to actually make it thrilling.”