Six months of marriage had taught Taiki more about domesticity than all his years of preparation for the role.
He sat at the escritoire, scanning through the week's correspondence.
"Hori, the butcher's bill seems unusually high this month."
Hori stepped forward with composed face. "Lord Yamamoto requested additional cuts for dinner parties, my Lady. Though I suspect the real culprit is your insistence on feeding every stray cat in the neighborhood."
"They're hungry." Taiki felt heat creep up his neck. "And it's only three cats."
"Seven, at last count."
Taiki chose to ignore that, turning instead to the menu for tonight's dinner. The household ran smoothly under his management now—he knew which suppliers delivered the freshest produce, which servants needed gentle encouragement versus firm instruction, how to balance the accounts without excessive spending.
Life had settled into comfortable rhythms. Mornings reviewing household matters, afternoons devoted to personal pursuits. Today he'd finished another chapter of his paper on omega education rights, practiced a new sonata, and started embroidering a waistcoat pattern that would undoubtedly remain unfinished.
What he looked forward to most was Sekai's return from the War Office each evening.
His husband remained the same composed, devastatingly handsome Alpha who'd courted him—but married life had revealed layers Taiki cherished. The way Sekai smiled more freely when they were alone. How he'd abandon whatever he was reading if Taiki wanted his attention. The casual touches throughout the day, fingers brushing Taiki's lower back as he passed, a hand covering his during dinner.
Even their arguments had become something Taiki anticipated. Just yesterday they'd debated the merits of Gothic novels for fifteen minutes, voices rising until Sekai had pulled him into a kiss that made his knees weak.
"You argue just to provoke me," Sekai had murmured against his lips.
"You let me win just to be insufferable about it later."
The servants no longer batted an eye when conversations devolved into kissing.
Their bedroom activities remained equally satisfying. Sekai had learned exactly what Taiki needed—the firm grip on his hips, the roughness that left him breathless and satisfied. Sekai seemed content to give Taiki whatever he wanted, guiding them both with confidence.
But lately, something nagged at him.
Taiki set down his pen, staring at the half-written shopping list.
Sekai gave him everything—affection and pleasure. What did Taiki give in return? He managed the household well enough, but that felt insufficient. He wanted to surprise his husband, delight him in ways beyond what was expected.
The problem was he had no idea how.
Tomorrow's gathering with the other omega wives suddenly presented an opportunity. Surely someone would have insight into pleasing one's Alpha husband.
Taiki pulled fresh stationery toward him, penning a quick note confirming his attendance.
He refused to question whether Sekai was happy—that much was obvious. But he wanted to discover what more he could offer the person who'd given him so much.
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The gathering at Lady Kawamura Hokuto's drawing room had become something Taiki looked forward to. Gone was the nervous newcomer who'd clutched his teacup and hoped no one asked him questions. After six months of marriage, he'd earned his place among these seasoned wives.
"Kaisei insisted on rearranging the library by author nationality," Chiho announced, pouring more tea. "The servants thought he'd lost his mind."
"Better than Hayato's latest scheme." Alan rolled his eyes. "He wants to convert the east wing into a gymnasium. A gymnasium! As if we don't have perfectly good gardens for exercise."
Hokuto smiled serenely. "Kazuma brought home a stray dog last week. He claims it followed him from the War Office."
"Did you keep it?" Taiki leaned forward, interested despite himself.
"Of course. It sleeps at the foot of our bed now."
The conversation flowed easily through various domestic absurdities—social engagements that had gone spectacularly wrong, in-laws with peculiar demands, the constant negotiation of household staff. Taiki contributed his own stories about Sekai's tendency to leave books in every room and his bewildering collection of maps.
"How terribly domestic we've all become," Alan declared. "Remember when our greatest concern was avoiding scandal during the season?"
"You created half those scandals yourself," Taiki commented.
"Only half? I must be losing my touch."
They drifted through easier topics—upcoming balls, troublesome relatives, the newest opera production. Taiki participated gleefully, though his mind kept returning to the question that brought him here.
Finally, during a comfortable silence, he gathered his courage.
"I wonder if I might ask your advice on a rather... personal matter."
Three faces turned toward him with curiosity.
"I wish to—that is, I find myself wanting to make Sekai feel as cherished as he makes me feel. As… As satisfied."
The room fell silent.
Then Alan started laughing. Hokuto politely covered his smile with his teacup. Chiho looked as though she'd just received the most fascinating news of the season.
"Oh, dear Taiki, do tell us what you have attempted thus far," Chiho said.
Taiki's face burned. "I—well, I generally allow Sekai to take the lead in such matters. As I was taught at the omega school, I receive him. Though sometimes I do ride him."
Alan wiped his eyes. "Oh, Taiki. Your omega school education was woefully inadequate."
"This isn't—I'm not asking because our marriage is unhappy!" Taiki protested. "I love him. I want to give him more."
The teasing expressions softened, though amusement still danced in their eyes.
Hokuto set his teacup aside. "Thank you for telling us, dear. Perhaps we might offer some insight."
What followed was simultaneously enlightening and mortifying. They spoke of pulling the Alpha's hair, or kissing the bonded glands until one's Alpha trembled.
Chiho explained the circular motion one might do while riding, rather than simply up and down. Alan emphasized being more provocative in verbal teasing, and taking initiative rather than waiting to be directed.
Taiki absorbed the information with growing embarrassment, his face impossibly hot.
"And of course, there is the matter of using one's mouth," Hokuto said it casually, as though discussing embroidery patterns.
Taiki blinked innocently. "What shall my mouth do?"
The three omegas blinked back.
"Has Lord Yamamoto kissed or licked your entrance?" Chiho asked, abandoning all pretense of delicacy.
Taiki's entire body flushed hot. He managed a jerky nod.
"Then you ought to reciprocate. Take his manhood in your mouth," Alan suggested as he winked.
Taiki gasped in shock and felt the room spun slightly.
"I—that is—"
"Hayato goes positively weak when I do so. He gets hard remarkably faster the second time as well!" Alan continued cheerfully.
"Kazuma grabs my hair and loses all composure." Hokuto smiled devilishly. "It's rather satisfying, reducing an Alpha to begging."
"Kaisei particularly enjoys when I use my tongue along—" Chiho proceeded to describe techniques that made Taiki wish the floor would open beneath him.
The conversation spiraled into increasingly specific details. Taiki tried to maintain dignity, but every new revelation exposed another gap in his knowledge.
Despite his mortification, curiosity bloomed. He wanted to try these things, to discover what might make Sekai tremble and lose his characteristic control.
"I… would like to learn," he admitted quietly.
Alan's expression turned calculating. "I shall call upon you tomorrow afternoon. We ought to further your education with some practical instruction."
"An excellent notion," Chiho agreed. "One cannot master such arts through conversation alone."
Hokuto nodded his approval. "You will do splendidly once you understand the fundamentals, Taiki."
Taiki looked at Alan, heart hammering. "To-Tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow." Alan's expression turned encouraging beneath the mischief. "Your husband won't know what happened to his properly educated omega wife."
Taiki left the gathering with his mind whirling, uncertain whether he'd just made the wisest or most foolish decision of his married life.
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The following afternoon arrived. Sekai had departed for the War Office hours earlier, leaving the household under Taiki's direction. At one o'clock Alan arrived, carrying a basket wrapped in linen.
Taiki met him in the front hall. "Alan."
"Taiki, my dear," Alan replied with a conspiratorial twinkle in his eyes.
They proceeded to the drawing room, and Taiki gestured for Alan to sit. Before they could settle, Alan turned to the servants hovering politely near the door.
"If you please, I have some rather delicate family correspondence to share with Lady Yamamoto. We require absolute privacy while I convey the sentiments."
Yusei hesitated, glancing at Taiki for confirmation. Taiki gave a small nod, his cheeks already warming.
"Of course, Lady Komori. We shall be in the kitchens should you require anything."
The servants filed out. The moment the drawing room door clicked shut, Alan dropped his formal posture and sprawled dramatically across the settee.
"Marvelous. Now we may speak freely."
Taiki sat neatly opposite him, hands folded in his lap. "You mentioned practical instruction."
"I did indeed." Alan opened his basket and withdrew two cucumbers wrapped in a clean cloth. He placed it on the low table between them. "Let us continue where we left off yesterday."
"The… oral aspect?"
"Precisely."
Alan cleared his throat before starting his lecture.
"The mouth is your most versatile tool. Let us be precise." Alan's teasing tone shifted, becoming instructional. "First, understand the purpose of oral: to provide pleasure with lips, tongue, and the soft interior of your mouth. It is an act of intimacy and also power. One takes control of the Alpha's most sensitive area."
Alan talked with anatomical terms rather than crude language, speaking of 'the member' and 'the ridges.' He explained the necessity of moisture and the importance of concealing one's teeth.
"One must ensure one's mouth is adequately prepared to avoid discomfort. A soft touch of lips first, then easing past, allowing the ridge to rest just behind."
He also described how to use one's tongue along the underside, and the sensitivity of the manhood's tip. Taiki listened intently to the lecture, though his face grew progressively redder.
"And when one takes the entirety into one's mouth?" Taiki asked.
"Proceeds gradually. Allow your throat to adjust. Some prefer not to attempt the entire length, and that is perfectly acceptable. The purpose is pleasure, not endurance."
"What of… sounds? Must one make sounds?"
Alan grinned. "Communication need not be verbal. But if you wish to speak, you may offer encouragement. 'You are so big,' or 'I love the taste of you.' or such things."
Taiki hummed. He had voiced his pleasure before, but it was all instinct. Never intentionally like this.
"And if… if Sekai were to finish?"
"Then you may decide whether to swallow or not. The choice is entirely yours, Taiki. There is no correct answer."
Taiki's mind drifting, wondering what Sekai's seed taste like. He snapped himself out of it and proceed to listen to Alan.
"You must remember that different couples enjoy different things." Alan leaned forward. "What Hayato adores might not align with Lord Yamamoto's preferences. The crucial element is discovering what delights your husband, and conveying your own delight in return."
He paused, mischief overtaking his expression again. "Though I will say, from what you've told me of Lord Yamamoto's character, I suspect he would appreciate a wife bold enough to take initiative."
Taiki's blush deepened.
Then Alan picked up one cucumber.
"Allow me to demonstrate."
He held the vegetable as one might hold a gentleman's member, his fingers wrapped gently around the base.
"First, eye contact. Establish connection." Alan looked directly at Taiki, holding his gaze. Then he lowered his eyes to the cucumber, leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to the tip.
"Tease it slowly," he murmured.
He flicked his tongue over the end, then licked a stripe along the length. "Saliva is essential. Without sufficient moisture, the friction becomes unpleasant. Do not be shy about producing it."
Alan demonstrated taking the tip into his mouth, his lips forming a perfect O before enveloping the first inch. He hollowed his cheeks to create suction, then withdrew with a soft pop. "Like so."
Taiki was transfixed. His mind cataloged each motion—the curl of Alan's tongue, the angle of his head, and the way his lips maintained pressure.
"One may use one's hand in conjunction," Alan continued. He wrapped his free hand around the base of the cucumber while his mouth worked the upper portion, creating a synchronized rhythm. "Especially if the full length is challenging."
Alan also demonstrated variations—swirling his tongue, varying the speed, increasing suction on the withdrawal.
"Pay attention to his reactions," He advised between demonstrations. "Does his breathing quicken? Does his hand tighten in your hair? Adjust accordingly."
After several minutes, Alan set the cucumber aside. "Any questions thus far?"
Taiki swallowed and voiced his concern. "What if I gag?"
"Then retreat slightly. Breathe through your nose. It's not a race." Alan's expression softened. "Most importantly, this is meant to be pleasurable for you as well, my dear Taiki. If you dislike it, you need not continue. Your comfort matters."
"I want to try for him," Taiki said quietly.
"Then you shall." Alan handed him the other cucumber. "Practice with this. Discover what motions feel natural. Learn the rhythm."
Taiki took the vegetable, his hands trembling slightly. He mimicked Alan's initial gesture—a soft kiss to the tip. Then, steeling himself, he licked along the length as Alan had demonstrated.
"Very good. Now take it into your mouth, just a little."
Taiki did, his eyes fluttering closed as he concentrated on the sensation.
"Relax your throat," Alan coached. "Yes, just like that."
They spent the next hour in focused practice. Alan corrected Taiki's techniques many times, "Your teeth are showing, dear, soften your lips," and later praised his improvements.
It felt ridiculous. But this was educational. Taiki practiced until the cucumber grew slippery from his efforts, his initial embarrassment fading into pure concentration. He tried different rhythms while mindful of Alan's corrections.
By the end, Taiki's face was aflame, but he had new confidence. He understood the mechanics now.
Alan placed the cucumbers back in his basket. "Remember, communication is the key. Ask Lord Yamamoto what he enjoys. Tell him what you wish to try. A marriage thrives on such conversations."
Taiki nodded, still breathless from the lesson. "Thank you, Alan."
Alan leaned forward, taking Taiki's hands. "You are a clever, devoted wife. Your desire to learn this for Lord Yamamoto speaks volumes about your affection. He is fortunate."
Tears pricked Taiki's eyes unexpectedly. "Do you truly think so?"
"I know so."
Alan embraced Taiki for a while, his expression fond. "Now, go and surprise your husband. But perhaps not tonight—give yourself time to process all you've learned."
After Alan departed, Taiki remained in the drawing room, touching his own lips thoughtfully. The cucumber demonstration replayed in his mind. He felt both mortified and strangely empowered.
He would definitely master this, as he mastered household accounts and estate management. And then, when the moment was right, he would offer Sekai a gift neither of them had anticipated.
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Taiki's secret training continued in the days that followed.
He slipped into the kitchen under the pretext of inspecting the week's vegetable deliveries.
Mrs. Sora, the head cook, bustled around. "Everything is in order, my Lady," she assured him, wiping flour-dusted hands on her apron.
Taiki pretended to examine carrots and cabbages. His gaze kept returning to the basket of cucumbers. He eventually reached them and selected the thickest one, holding them up to the light as if checking for blemishes.
"These appear... too stiff," he announced, his voice a pitch higher than usual. "I shall take them for... inspection. To ensure quality standards."
Mrs. Sora blinked. "Inspection?"
"Yes, the firmness, the moisture content—essential factors for pickling," Taiki improvised, his cheeks warming. "One must be thorough."
"Of course, my Lady." Mrs. Sora looked confused as he tucked the cucumbers beneath his arm and hurried from the kitchen.
In the privacy of his bedroom, Taiki locked the door and unwrapped his prize. He put it on a linen towel beside the washbasin, his heart pounding as he recalled Alan's demonstrations.
The first attempt was disastrous. He misjudged the angle, grazing his teeth along the skin. He gagged immediately, triggering a violent cough that shook his entire frame. Tears welled in his eyes as he pulled away, gasping for air.
A knock sounded at the door. "Master Taiki? Are you unwell?" Yusei called.
"Just—just a tickle in my throat!" Taiki rasped, hastily concealing the cucumber beneath the towel. "The air is dry today."
"Shall I bring honeyed tea?"
"No need! I'm perfectly fine!"
Silence followed. Taiki waited until Yusei's footsteps receded before resuming his practice.
Over the next days, he stole moments whenever possible. Early mornings before the household stirred. Afternoons when Sekai worked late. Evenings when he claimed fatigue and retired early.
Each session ended with him washing the cucumber meticulously in the basin, drying it with a linen cloth, and concealing it within a drawer of his writing desk. The next day, he would retrieve it and begin again.
Yusei noticed his odd behavior, especially his avoidance of her company and the locked doors. He dismissed her early each evening, claiming fatigue. She said nothing, but her knowing silences spoke volumes. Once, when Taiki emerged from his bedroom red-faced and breathless, she merely handed him a glass of water without comment.
The physical toll mounted. His jaw ached constantly, and it got worsened with each practice session. His tongue grew numb, muscles fatigued from hours of repetitive motion. Sometimes his mouth dried so completely he had to stop and drink.
Gagging became routine. He learned to retreat before it became overwhelming, but occasionally his ambition outpaced his ability. One afternoon he pushed too deep, triggering a coughing fit so loud Hori came to investigate.
"My Lady! You sound as though you're choking!"
"I merely swallowed wrong!" Taiki wheezed, hiding the evidence in the desk's drawer. "A crumb, I think."
Hori hesitated, his expression skeptical. "Should I fetch a physician?"
"Absolutely not! It's passed now. See?" Taiki forced a smile, though his eyes still watered.
He kept practicing Alan's techniques with focus—the slow lick along the length, the careful suction, the hollowed cheeks. He experimented with depth, learning to breathe through his nose when the cucumber pressed against his throat. He failed many times, sending him into fits of nausea that had him bent over, breathing deeply until the urge to retch passed.
He also practiced eye contact in the mirror, though the sight of himself engaged in such an act made him blush furiously.
He even wept once from frustration, and the sheer absurdity of it all—A noble omega wife alone in his chambers, weeping over a vegetable? Sounds so ridiculous. But he did not give up.
The verbal pleasure were most challenging.
"You feel splendid," he whispered to the cucumber in husky voice. "So full and perfect in my mouth."
"You taste divine."
"Allow me to bring you pleasure."
The phrases felt clumsy at first, scandalous to his own ears. But now that he thought of it, Sekai did praise him many times—saying how beautiful he was, how good his body felt. If Sekai could say it, Taiki could say it too. Reciprocate.
He counted the days—almost two weeks now. The skin of the cucumber grew softer from repeated washing, its ends slightly rounded from use.
Taiki’s technique grew surer. His gag reflex lessened. He learned to breathe steadily through his nose, to control the rhythm of his movements, to combine the work of his mouth with the pressure of his hand at the base.
He was learning. He was, against all odds and through stubborn determination, learning.
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Taiki sat on their bed. Tonight he wore a short white night rail—the one with the frilled lace trim that fell mid-thigh, Sekai's favorite. He touched his face, his fingertips sliding over cheeks still damp with rose water and a light moisturizing balm. He had dabbed extra on his lips until they shone plump and soft.
Tonight. He would do it tonight.
His heart hammered against his ribs. He picked up a book to calm down his mind, but the words blurred. He breathed deeply.
The door opened. Sekai entered, his honeyed lemon scent filling the room. "You're still awake."
"I was reading." Taiki lied.
Sekai smiled, moving to his dressing screen. Taiki watched as his husband removed his waistcoat and shirt, the muscles of his back shifting. He changed into his linen sleeping pants, then pulled a clean nightshirt from the wardrobe.
Taiki set his book aside and slid from the bed. "Let me."
Sekai dropped his hands. Taiki stepped close, his smaller fingers taking over the task. The simple domestic act calmed his nerves. He could feel the warmth of Sekai's chest through the thin linen.
"Are you tired?" Taiki asked without looking up.
"Not terribly. It was all desk work today." Sekai's hand came up to brush a stray curl from Taiki's forehead.
Taiki finished the last button. He then leaned in, pressed his lips to the corner of Sekai's jaw, inhaling his alpha's scent. His voice dropped to a shy murmur against the skin. "Mmm. I want to do it tonight..."
In their six months of marriage, they had grown comfortable with their desires. Taiki had initiated before, though he was always a bit shy to say it.
Sekai's smile widened. He turned his head, capturing Taiki's mouth in a slow kiss. His hands settled on Taiki's hips. "Then I want it too," he murmured against his lips.
Taiki pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. "But... I want to try something. Would you let me try?"
Sekai's brow furrowed in puzzlement. "Try what?"
"Just... let me?" Taiki’s cheeks flushed.
"Of course, love."
He placed both hands on Sekai's shoulders and pushed him gently backward until he sat on the edge of the bed.
Taiki took a steadying breath and lowered himself to his knees on the carpet between Sekai's spread legs. The position felt both submissive and powerfully intimate.
"Taiki—what are you—you don't have to—"
"I want to. Let me do this for you."
"Have you read some scandalous novel?" Sekai looked down at him, amusement in his dark eyes. "Should I be worried?"
"I do not—" Taiki blushed. "Just... let me. Please."
Taiki couldn't bear the teasing glint and looked away.
Sekai chuckled warmly. "Very well. I'm entirely at your mercy, my Lady."
Taiki's hands trembled as he reached for the waistband of Sekai's trousers. He hooked his fingers into the linen and tugged. His husband's cock lay soft against his thigh, nestled in dark curls.
For a moment, Taiki just stared. He'd seen Sekai aroused many times, but like this—relaxed and vulnerable—it felt different. More real and somehow intimate.
Suddenly he felt terrified. What if he hurt him? What if his teeth scraped? What if he gagged and ruined everything?
He shook his head slightly, pushed the fears aside. He had trained for this.
He started as Alan instructed. Not with his mouth, but with his hands. He wrapped his fingers around the base. He leaned forward and pressed a soft, closed-mouth kiss to the tip. A bead of clear fluid had gathered, and he licked it away. The taste was musky and salty.
Sekai groaned, his hips giving a tiny, involuntary jerk.
Encouraged, Taiki opened his mouth. He licked a slow, firm stripe from base to tip, then circled the swollen head with his tongue. He repeated the motion, exploring the texture, and feeling the weight on his tongue.
"God, Taiki..." Sekai's voice was already rough.
Taiki took him into his mouth. Just the head at first. He pursed his lips, creating a tight seal, and sucked gently. The gasp above him was immediate. He hollowed his cheeks, increasing the suction, and began to bob his head in a slow rhythm. His hand worked in tandem, stroking what his mouth couldn't take.
Sekai's cock began to harden against his tongue. It was… overwhelming. The size, the heat, the intimacy of having his alpha so deep in his throat. The scent of him—honeyed lemon and Alpha—filled his senses.
Taiki’s own body responded naturally. Slick gushed between his thighs, soaking through his lace panties. His face burned with arousal.
He looked up, meeting Sekai's gaze. His alpha's eyes were heavy-lidded with pleasure, his lips parted. One of Sekai's hands came to cradle his cheek, thumb stroking the flushed skin.
"You look so pretty like this," Sekai murmured, his voice thick.
Taiki moaned around him, the vibration drawing a heavy breath from Sekai's chest. He pulled off for a moment to catch his breath, saliva stringing between his lips and the glistening cock. His jaw ached already.
"You taste divine," he whispered as practiced. "Does it feel good, Alpha?"
Sekai's grip tightened on his cheek. "It feels so good, darling."
Taiki dove back down, taking him deeper. He pushed forward until the head nudged the back of his throat. He gagged instinctively, but he didn't pull away. He relaxed his throat more, letting the muscle open. He breathed sharply through his nose and swallowed. The muscle contraction massaged the length, making Sekai curse softly.
He retreated, gasping, a string of saliva and pre-come dripping from his chin. His eyes watered, face redden, but his hand kept pumping.
Before Sekai could protest, he took him deep again. The thick cock slid past his tongue into his throat. Again he gagged, tears springing to his eyes. He pulled back and threw a coughing fit.
But he didn't stop. He sucked hard at the tip, then plunged down once more.
"Taiki—love, wait—" Sekai's words dissolved into a groan as Taiki took him to the hilt. The crown of his alpha's cock pressed deep into his throat.
Taiki finally succesfully held it there without gagging. He breathed raggedly through his nostrils, eyes streaming.
Sekai's hand fisted in his brown hair, holding him firmly.
"Your mouth—mmmh—feels so good," Sekai choked out. His hips thrusted into Taiki's mouth in small and shallow movements. "Yes, just like that—"
Taiki relaxed into the rhythm, letting Sekai set the pace. He focused on breathing, on keeping his throat soft and open. The stretch burned, but the pleasure of it—of feeling Sekai lose control—made his own body sing with satisfaction.
"I'm close," Sekai warned, his voice strained. "Taiki—"
Taiki increased his suction, his hand working the base where Sekai's knot was beginning to swell. He looked up through wet lashes, meeting Sekai's wild gaze.
Sekai's release hit without warning. Thick, warm pulses filled Taiki's mouth, bitter and salty. He swallowed instinctively, but some spilled from the corners of his lips. Sekai's knot swelled fully, too large to fit in his mouth, so it just kind of pressed against his lips.
When the last tremor passed, Taiki pulled off slowly, his lips brushing the swollen knot. He opened his mouth, lewdly showing Sekai the remains of his seed on his tongue, before he swallowed the last of it.
Taiki licked his lips clean. He then bent to lick Sekai's cock, gently cleaning every residual.
Then Taiki sat back on his heels, breathless. His face was flushed, his lips red and swollen, saliva and seed glistening on his chin.
He looked up.
Sekai stared down at him, his chest heaving. His eyes were still dark with lust, despite just having an orgasm. He reached down, his thumb wiping a drop from Taiki's lip.
"You are full of surprises," Sekai said in rough voice.
Sekai's hands slid under his arms, lifting him effortlessly from the floor onto his lap. Taiki straddled him, his damp night rail rucking up. Sekai kissed him deep, tasting himself on Taiki's tongue.
"It was amazing," he breathed between kisses. "My perfect, perfect wife."
Taiki's heart swelled. He melted into the praise, boneless with fatigue and triumph.
Taiki had done it. He had pleased his alpha completely. The omega inside him purred in happiness.
Sekai's hands slid beneath the hem of his night rail, pushing the fabric up to his waist. His fingers hooked into the lace of Taiki's panties and tugged them down. Two fingers pressed against his dripping entrance and slid inside without resistance.
"Ah—"
Sekai captured his mouth again, swallowing his moans as he added a third finger, curling them inside him. Taiki's own small cock, hard and neglected, jerked against Sekai's stomach.
"You're drenched," Sekai murmured against his lips, fingers pumping. "Did you enjoy sucking me like that, darling?"
"Y-yes, Alpha," Taiki gasped.
Sekai’s fingers were long and clever, curling upward. They found that sensitive spot inside him instantly, as if already remember the place. Sekai rubbed it mercilessly.
Taiki's hips rocked of their own accord, fucking himself on Sekai’s fingers. The wet, filthy sounds of Sekai’s hand moving between his legs filled the room. Slick gushed around the fingers, making the glide obscenely smooth.
It was too much. The overstimulation, the lingering taste of Sekai on his tongue, the relentless pleasure coiling in his gut.
"Nnnh—Ah—I'm—"
Taiki climaxed with a sharp cry, his body convulsing. His release shot between them, streaking his stomach and the white fabric of his night rail. He trembled as he collapsed against Sekai. His mind blissfully blank.
Sekai held him through the aftershocks, his fingers still moving gently inside him. When Taiki finally went limp, Sekai withdrew his hand and wrapped both arms around him.
"Are you alright?" he whispered as kissed Taiki's temple.
Taiki could only manage a weak nod, his face buried in Sekai's neck. His mind was a blissfully dizzy.
Sekai shifted them, laying Taiki back against the pillows before rising. He fetched the ceramic water jug and a glass from the bedside table, poured water, and brought it to Taiki's lips.
"Drink."
Taiki drank greedily, the cool liquid soothing his aching throat. Only then did he fully register the soreness in his jaw, the tender scrape in his gullet. He finished the glass quickly, and Sekai poured him another.
Taiki lay back against the pillows, the fabric of his night rail sticking to his damp stomach. Sekai settled beside him, pulling him close. One strong arm wrapped around Taiki's shoulders, the other hand stroking slow circles over the small of his back.
Silence settled over them. The only sounds were their slowing breaths and the soft rustle of cotton against skin.
Taiki closed his eyes. He had done it. He had taken his alpha into his mouth, swallowed his release, made him shudder and groan. The memory of Sekai's wild eyes, his strained voice, sent a fresh pulse of slick between his legs.
And yet—
The ache persisted. An empty craving deep in his core. He wanted Sekai inside him. He wanted to feel Sekai’s cock stretching him, his knot locking them together like how they usually did.
He craved the complete mating.
After a while, Taiki pushed himself up. He straddled Sekai's hips, his knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his alpha's thighs. His night rail rode up, exposing his thighs.
Sekai's eyes opened, dark and lazy. "All better? Do you want me to draw a bath for you?"
Taiki shook his head. "I want more," he breathed, and captured Sekai's mouth in a kiss.
It was a was hungry kiss. He bit Sekai's lower lip, then soothed the sting with his tongue. Sekai chuckled into his mouth.
"Demanding little thing," Sekai teased against his lips.
"I'm your wife. I can be demanding." Taiki shot back.
Sekai's laughter faded into a sharp inhale as Taiki sucked a mark into the hollow of his throat. Taiki could feel the rumble of his alpha's groan beneath his lips. His hands came up to cup Taiki's face, pulling him up for a proper kiss.
Taiki moaned into the kiss, his hips rolling instinctively against Sekai's, seeking friction. Their tongues tangled, the taste of themselves mingling. Taiki's hands fisted in Sekai's hair, pulling him closer.
Their breaths came in harsh pants. Sekai's hands slid down Taiki's back, gripping his ass through the thin cotton, grinding him down harder.
Sekai broke the kiss and sat up fully, his back against the headboard. He pulled Taiki with him and arranged him in his lap. Taiki's knees bracketed Sekai's hips as they kissed again.
Taiki's hands went to the buttons of Sekai's nightshirt hastily. He pushed the fabric open, exposing Sekai's broad chest. He trailed kisses down his throat, feeling Sekai shudder beneath him.
Sekai's cock began to stir again against Taiki's inner thigh. Taiki reached between them, wrapping his fingers around the hardening length. It was hot and heavy in his hand, already leaking a bead of precum at the tip. He stroked it to the hardness while watching Sekai's face. His alpha's eyes were hooded, and his lips parted.
"Want you inside, Alpha." Taiki whispered.
He guided the blunt head to his slick entrance. He was so wet it was embarrassing. He sank down slowly, letting the thick, hot length stretch him open. The burn felt so good it made his head fall back. He took Sekai all the way to the hilt, his own small cock twitching where it pressed against Sekai's stomach.
He gasped and braced his hands on Sekai's shoulders.
Sekai's hands settled on his hips, his fingers digging into the flesh. "Move, darling," he urged.
Taiki began to move.
He started with a gentle up-and-down rhythm, getting used to the angle, the drag of Sekai inside him. Then he remembered the advice.
He rocked his hips in a slow circle, grinding down against Sekai's pelvis, while also clenching his inner muscles around Sekai's cock. The motion shifted the cock inside him, hitting spots that made stars burst behind his eyes.
"Ah—Does that feel good, Alpha?"
Sekai's answer was a choked groan, his fingers tightening on Taiki's hips. "Yes. Gods, yes."
Emboldened, Taiki leaned forward, bracing his hands on Sekai's shoulders. He changed his motion, combining the rocking circles with sharper lifts and drops. He lowered his mouth to Sekai's neck, kissing, licking, and finally biting down on his bonded scent gland. He sucked the skin hard, claiming his alpha all over again.
Sekai trembled violently beneath him. "Mmm, Taiki—"
"You're so hard," Taiki panted against his skin, riding him faster. "So hot inside me. You feel—ah—perfect."
Sekai's hips began to meet his thrusts, pushing up into him with increasing force. "Where did you learn this, hmm? You insatiable little omega," he growled, his voice thick with lust.
Taiki just smiled and kissed him hard.
Sekai's hands slid up his sides, gripping the hem of his night rail. In one swift motion, he pulled the stained garment up and over Taiki's head, tossing it aside. Now both were naked. Sekai's gaze burned over every inch of him like he'd never seen it before.
Sekai's mouth found his throat, sucking a mark into the pale skin. His teeth grazed Taiki's collarbone, then moved lower. He took a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, his tongue flicking over the hard bud.
"Ah!"
Taiki cried out, his back arching. He tangled his hands in Sekai's hair, holding him close. Sekai switched to the other nipple, lavishing it with the same rough attention while his hand wrapped around Taiki's cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts.
The mixed sensations were too much. Taiki's rhythm faltered, his movements becoming jerky, desperate.
Sekai seemed to sense his impending loss of control. He suddenly stopped and shifted their position. Taiki landed on his back against the mattress, Sekai looming over him. He didn't give Taiki time to think. He hooked Taiki's legs over his shoulders, bending him nearly in half, and plunged back inside.
The new angle was deeper and brutal. Each thrust punched the air from Taiki's lungs, hitting that sweet spot inside.
"Mmh—Ah! Sekai!" Taiki babbled.
The memory of the omega wives' lesson once again surfaced through the haze of pleasure. Talk provocatively.
Taiki mentally prepared himself before looked up, meeting Sekai's intense eyes.
"Breed me, Alpha, Make me full of your love seed—Ah!" Taiki moaned. "Impregnate me. Make—mmmh—make my belly round with your children. Fill me until I—until I can't take anymore—nnh!"
Sekai groaned like an animal in heat. Taiki felt his cock swelled impossibly harder inside him, the thrusts turning way rougher and punishing.
"Fuck," Sekai cursed, his hips slamming into Taiki's with enough force to shake the bed. His hands gripped Taiki's hips so tightly the bones ached, sure to leave deep bruises.
Taiki didn't care. He loved it. He loved the ferocity, the possessiveness, the sheer animalistic need in every thrust.
"Is that what you want? You want me to breed this wet little hole? To pump you full of my seed you'll be dripping with it for days?"
"Yes! Mmm, Yes, Alpha!"
"I will breed you," Sekai promised, his voice guttural. "I'll breed you over and over until your pretty belly is swollen with my child. Until everyone in this world knows you're mine, carrying my heir."
The filthy words, paired with the savage rhythm of Sekai's thrusts, pushed Taiki over the edge. His climax ripped through him intensely, his omegan cock untouched. His release painted their stomach in hot stripes, inner muscles clenched around Sekai's cock in spasms.
Sekai gave three final thrusts before burying himself to the hilt. Taiki felt the hot flood of his release, pulse after pulse filling him. Sekai's knot swelled and stretched him impossibly wider. Sekai collapsed over him, capturing his mouth in a searing kiss as he emptied himself completely inside Taiki.
They stayed like that, knotted and breathless for a few moments. Taiki could feel the warm trickle of Sekai's seed leaking from his well-used hole around the knot. He wrapped his arms around Sekai's neck, holding him close.
After a long while, Sekai's knot deflated slowly, and the separation drew a whimper from Taiki's throat. He lay boneless against the pillows while Sekai moved to fetch a damp cloth, returning to clean them both with careful hands. When he finished, he gathered Taiki against his chest and pulled the cover over them both.
Sekai’s hand stroked his back in soothing rhythm. Taiki sighed, utterly sated.
Every inch of him felt loose and wonderfully used. From the daring of his mouth on Sekai's manhood to the possessive mating, tonight had been a triumph. He had done it. He had learned a new way to give his alpha pleasure, and it had been spectacular.
After a comfortable silence, Sekai's hand stilled. Taiki felt Sekai’s chest rise in a deeper breath.
"Taiki."
"Hmm?"
Sekai shifted, looking down at him. His expression was a mix of wonder and a bit of suspicion. "Where did you learn that?"
Taiki blinked up at him. "Learn what?"
"All of the things you did tonight." Sekai’s thumb brushed his shoulder. “You… you haven't been going somewhere questionable, have you? Some disreputable establishment?”
Taiki pushed himself up on one elbow, frowning. "No! Of course not. The omega wives were talking about it at Lady Kawamura's gathering. They… they suggested some things. Ways to… please an Alpha."
Sekai hummed thoughtfully.
"It was amazing, Taiki. If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have believed it was your first attempt."
Taiki's blush deepened. "Because it wasn't my first time," he mumbled.
Sekai went still. The honeyed lemon scent suddenly went sharper and thickening. Taiki felt the sudden tension coiling in the alpha's body.
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean I practiced beforehand! So it wouldn't be my first time when I did it with you," Taiki hastily explained.
Sekai stared at him. "Practiced?"
"Yes."
"On what?"
Taiki wanted to sink into the mattress and disappear. "... Cucumbers."
Sekai blinked before a disbelieving laughed escaped him.
Taiki’s embarrassment turned to indignation. He slapped Sekai’s bare chest. "It's not funny!"
"A cucumber?" Sekai gasped between laughs, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. "My proper little wife, secretly practicing fellatio on a vegetable in our bedroom?"
"I was trying to learn for you!"
"Did you stole cucumbers from the kitchen? Did Mrs. Sora notice?"
"I told her it was for… quality control," Taiki mumbled, mortified.
"You are utterly ridiculous and wonderful."
"It was a perfectly reasonable training method." Taiki crossed his arms. "Alan recommended it."
Sekai groaned and rolled his eyes. "Of course Lady Komori was the one behind this. And of course he recommended a cucumber."
"It worked, didn't it?" Taiki said pointedly. "You were certainly not complaining an hour ago."
"No, I was not," Sekai agreed, dragging Taiki back down.
Then Sekai's expression softened into something more serious.
"Did you enjoy it? I need you to tell me honestly." He stroked Taiki's hair back from his forehead. "I don't want you forcing yourself through some ordeal just for my sake."
Taiki's defensive posture melted. He met Sekai’s concerned gaze with sincerity. "It wasn’t a chore. I wanted to try something new. For you, yes, but… for me too. To see if I could explore… us more."
Sekai studied him, reading his face the way he always did.
"You truly are unlike any other omega, aren't you?" he murmured. "Most omegas would be content to receive every pleasure and never lift a finger."
Taiki smirked, reached up and pinched his cheek. "You are extremely lucky to have an omega like me."
Sekai caught his hand and pressed a lingering kiss to his knuckles. “I am the luckiest alpha alive,” he whispered in husky voice.
The words made Taiki blushed more. He ducked his head, a shy smile playing on his lips.
"I suppose I'm the luckiest omega too," Taiki replied, voice softer. "Not every alpha allows their omega to explore things freely. Some wouldn't even permit the conversation."
Sekai smiled. "Thank you for doing all of that for me, love."
Taiki met his eyes earnestly.
"I just wanted to reciprocate. You always make me feel so… cherished. I wanted to give you that same pleasure. I know you said I don't have to do anything, but… I wanted to," Taiki paused and lowered his voice in embarrassment. "… Because I love you. Is that a bad thing?”
Sekai's expression shifted. His eyes grew unbearably soft.
"Not at all," Sekai murmured. He cupped Taiki’s face, his thumb stroking his cheekbone. "Not at all, my love."
Sekai leaned down and kissed Taiki tenderly.
"You always have ways to surprise me. Your courage, your sharp mind, your beautiful and generous heart," Sekai whispered against his lips. "I love you too, darling. I would burn the world for you."
Taiki smiled against his lips, shy and pleased.
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EXTRAS
Sekai let out a long sigh with exaggerated annoyance. He flopped back against the pillows.
"Though, can you please tell Lady Komori to stop meddling in our affairs? Why is he perpetually present at every turning point in our relationship?"
Taiki couldn't help but laughed. "Oh, spare him. Alan means well."
"He means to be a perpetual nuisance."
"He is my dear friend."
"He is a menace." Sekai grumbled. "I will definitely spar his husband one day."