Hey guys~ So this chapter (and probably the next one) is the smut (why did it take me three chapters to get here?). Last warning~

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Kyle slowly pulled down my joggers and then my underwear. He took a second or two to stare at my exposed cock. My heart rate was elevated. I could feel it beating quickly inside my chest. Then, hesitantly, he started licking it. He started sucking on the top, and then gradually worked on taking in as much as he could. I had to grip the bed sheet below me. He sucked, bobbing up and down, at a fast pace. He swirled his tongue around it and moaned on my dick occasionally. 

I could feel myself heating up, and I found myself wishing I had more layers of clothing to peel off. His lips were wet, and his expression was a little nervous. I did my best to pat his shoulder, encouragingly, between the embarrassing grunts I was making. 

Sooner than I would have liked, I reached my climax, and came into Kyle's mouth, which he immediately swallowed. I looked down at him, alarmed. He just happily worked on cleaning up what he hadn't managed to swallow.

"Kyle, you don't have to swallow that stuff."

"I don't?" he asked, clearly confused. "But that's what I was taught."

"Taught?!" I said, aghast. "I thought you were a virgin!" I said, appalled that Kyle had been forced to learn this stuff.

"I, I am. That's largely why I was so expensive. But it's also because I've been taught how to orally pleasure. A-And I know how to use my hands." I brought Kyle in for a hug.

"I'm so sorry you were forced to learn that," I said, feeling hurt on Kyle's behalf.

"I-It's okay Stan. Please don't be upset. You seemed to enjoy it," he said, cheeks red.

"I did. Thanks, Kyle." I then grinned at him. "Your turn now," I said, motioning to his own erection. Kyle's cheeks went redder, and he held his arms up in protest.

"N-No, you're not meant to do that!" I gave him a confused look. "Only the masters are meant to be pleasured," he said in a hushed tone.

I gave Kyle another upset look. "Kyle, when you get hard, you can take care of it; that's normal."

"You mean, I don't have to wait for it to go away?"

"No! You don't!" Kyle looked up at me, with tears in his eyes.

"They hurt so much Stan. You go away for work, and they just keep coming back."

"Kyle, I'm so, so sorry. I should've talked to you about this earlier. Will you let me help you?" He nodded.

I slowly pulled down his boxers and grabbed his dick in my hand. Then started pumping him. He was mewling softly below me, his red locks sprawled across a pillow. The smell of his scent strengthened, which only spurred me on. Kyle was writhing a little, and glistening with sweat. He quickly came on my hand, with another louder moan. I cleaned him up with a towel that was next to the bed.

"How was that?" I asked hesitantly, once his breathing had levelled.

"R-Really good." I smiled at him happily; then pulled him into my arms, and we drifted off to sleep.

When I came back from work at the vet's the next day, the house smelled very strongly of Kyle. And, the omega in question didn't come over to greet me. When he spotted me, he made sure that the kitchen table was a barrier between us. His cheeks were bright red. I had to restrain myself from pouncing on him. He smelled amazing.

"Kyle? Are you okay?"

"D-Don't come anywhere near me! I think I'm ill! And you're making it worse!"

"Kyle? What's wrong?"

"This, this..." he went redder, and resolutely refused to answer.

"Why can't you tell me?" I asked. I had my suspicions, but if I was wrong, Kyle would probably be pretty pissed.

"Stan it's, it's embarrassing."

"You can trust me," I said soothingly. Kyle just went redder and shook his head. "I won't laugh. I promise."

"I... okay." There was a pause. "This sticky substance keeps coming out of my ass. And I think it's your fault because it only happens when I think of you."

I smiled at him. "Has this ever happened to you before?" Kyle shook his head. "Well, don't worry dude. It's totally normal. It happens to omegas when they're aroused," I said, vaguely remembering my sex education from school. "I guess it never happened to you before because you were malnourished." Kyle seemed to be happy with my explanation, but he had somehow gotten redder during it. "Do you... want me to take care of you?"

"Yes please," replied Kyle quietly. I followed him into the bedroom, trying not to seem too ecstatic.

Once I had Kyle on my bed, I slowly unwrapped him. Gently taking off his jacket, shirt, trousers and socks. When I got to his boxers, I started smirking.

"Kyle, you got that wet for me? You must have been thinking about me all day," I said as I took off the soaked underwear. Kyle refused to meet my eyes, looking anywhere but me, embarrassed. I kissed him gently on the lips, then the cheek, and then I bit his ear gently. "It's okay, I was thinking about you too," I whispered into his ear. Kyle shivered beneath me. 

I took my time stripping out of my own clothes; Kyle was trying not to stare at me. I found myself smirking again. "Like what you see?" I asked him. "Because it's all yours." He got even redder from that statement. I'd surprised myself by saying it. I haven't known Kyle very long. But I want him to be with me, always, as long as he's happy. Some would say that's stupid and naïve, but those people haven't met Kyle.

Kyle trailed his fingertips over my arms, admiring my muscles. His fingers slightly cold against my skin. In that moment, I was very glad that I force myself to go to the gym regularly. He then pressed his lips against mine but quickly pulled away.

"S-Sorry."

"Why are you apologising?"

"Because I'm not meant to touch. Only the master is."

"But I'm not the master. I'm Stan." Kyle gave me the widest grin I think I've ever seen, and then hugged me tightly. And, after a couple seconds, pressed his lips against mine. 

I could spend hours with my lips interlocked with his. Our lips seemed to be a perfect match. Made for each other, fitting together like a lock and key. But Kyle started moaning into the kiss, and I could see more of the 'sticky substance', as he called it, seeping out of him. I hesitantly pushed one finger slowly inside him. Kyle gasped and groaned. I slide it slowly in and out until I felt confident another finger wouldn't hurt him. Then I scissored two fingers inside him; not quite sure what I was doing. Kyle's delectable scent was overwhelming, and, without thinking, I had the two fingers I was using inside my mouth. It tasted amazing. Kyle was bright red and looked slightly appalled by what I'd just done.

"Kyle, would you mind lying on your stomach?" I asked, trying not to seem like I had ulterior motives. Kyle obediently rolled over. I got my face right up next to his ass and stuck my tongue inside him. Kyle squealed. I moaned.

"S-Stan!" he moaned, distressed, as I plunged my tongue in and out of him.

"Kyle, you taste amazing. You have the best ass," I said, delirious. Kyle was so red by this point that I was surprised the blood vessels in his face hadn't exploded. He writhed and moaned beneath me. Soon, I decided he was loose enough. "Kyle? I'm gonna go inside you now, okay?" I said, slipping on a condom that had been in my trouser pocket.

"Oh sure, warn me about the dick, but the tongue? Nooooo, that had to be a surprise." I smiled at him, and I started sliding in gently. Kyle whimpered below me.

"Kyle, you okay?" He answered with a combination of moans and nods. I continued sliding into him. When I got in all the way, I patted his gorgeous red hair and smiled at his scrunched up expression. I slowly started moving, in and out and in and out. I got a rhythm going, but, after a while, I couldn't resist speeding up. 

Kyle moaned and groaned loudly beneath me. I grunted from above. The bedroom was filled with his scent, and it was driving me crazy. I could still taste him on my lips. I could see his glorious body squirming below me, and his soft hands were gripped tightly in my own. Kyle uttered a soft scream and came on the bed. I followed soon after and made sure not to fall on top of him. After about a five-minute cooldown, I turned to look at him. He looked completely sedated and satisfied.

I broke into a massive grin. "Feeling better?"

He giggled. "Much. Ready for dinner dude?"

"It won't taste as good as your ass." Kyle shoved me off the bed. I laughed at him from the floor, and he gave me the finger.