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don't pretend, don't pretend

[ After changing into afternoon clothes laid out for him, Noiz gets into the car and sits quietly in the backseat. His father is with him, but they don't exchange anything beyond a glance or two until they're arriving at the lake.

Already the maids have begun setting up an afternoon tea service on the patio. Noiz's father opens the back car door and leads him out. The hand on his wrist is tight and he sits down hard on one of the chairs. ]

You understand how important this is, don't you? [ His father is standing behind him as he smooths a hand over his hair. ] Wilhelm.

[ Noiz nods. As little as he likes the sound of his given name, he tries to focus on sitting naturally, acting natural, when the situation is anything but. Of the alphas he's met before, most were closely related to him. And this will be the first time he's ever been alone with one. —well. Relatively alone, since the house employees will be nearby. But if they sense any kind of intimate activity, Noiz has no doubt they'll find themselves busy in other areas of the estate.

But he can do this. He can be what his father wants. The pressure of his family, society, and most importantly, the success of his younger brother, weighs on him. His stomach is already in knots. The whole morning and even the day before he'd felt uneasy and too warm, as if coming down with a fever. At least he doesn't have much time to dwell on it when he hears another car coming down the road to park in the lot. His father claps him firmly on the shoulder as he straightens and walks away to greet the newcomers.

When he hears footsteps coming up the porch steps, Noiz raises his eyes slightly. He hardly moves otherwise. ]

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[It was an efficient enough tour. He could make do with what he was being told and that was all that mattered. His own focus was hardly on the layout of the house and as Noiz starts up the stairs, Steve follows him.]

It's a nice house.

[Beautiful, set on the edge of a lake and private. Anyone could appreciate it but Steve didn't right then. All he could do was appreciate the lean line of Noiz's hips, the color of his hair, the soft scent that got stronger each minute they were together. He was starting to understand the appeal of being around an omega, while it was such a strong reaction alphas had to them.

They're in front of a door, Noiz's room maybe?]

This is far enough. [He needed to go. Steve stops right behind him, too close and when did he get so close.] Which way is..

[His room? Steve finds himself leaning in, picking up on that scent and unable to concentrate on anything else. He lifts a hand and slowly runs his fingertips down the side of Noiz's throat, eyes flitting up and revealing blown pupils.]

We can go to the lake later. [ Noiz makes the suggestion softly. As they keep moving he's relaxing more, learning that Steve really wants to talk to him and hear what he has to say. It's nice.

As they come to a stop in front of the guest room Noiz takes a half step towards Steve, wanting to speak to him and not noticing until he's moved that Steve has come closer as well. They haven't been in such proximity yet. He's so warm. He's right there, and his hand is—touching his skin. ]

You're staying in this... room. [ He draws in a slow breath. Ah, he smells like the forest. Smoke. Warm and sweet.

Noiz is staring into his eyes and completely forgetting any other things he should tell Steve about the guest room. Instead he's leaning into his hand, tilting his head back to expose more of his throat. ]

[Steve shouldn't be touching Noiz at all. Not without having talked about their heat and ruts first. A slow growl builds as the omega exposes his throat and he wants, in that moment, to claim Noiz and make him his. He could. He's offering himself up, not fighting, wanting this if only because of their hormones.]

This room?

[Which is the last thing he's paying any attention to right now.]

Where's yours?

[He is curious but the words are mumbled and low, speaking just to do it. Steve's fingers drag and curl around his throat below Noiz's jaw. He applies pressure and uses it to tip the omega's head back, leans in and slowly backs him up against the door. A voice in the back of his head tells him to stop. To ask permission.] I want to kiss you.

[Steve leans in, his other hand sliding up to cup the other side of Noiz's face. His thumb presses to his chin, pushing down and parting the omega's lips slowly.]

It's... on the other side.

[ Noiz begins to raise an arm to gesture, but stops halfway. He can't think enough to complete the motion when Steve is holding him by the throat and so near. His heart beats faster, so quick in his chest that Noiz is almost afraid to feel it.

Any fear disappears in the face of the alpha pressing him against the door. Noiz shivers hard. He falls back against the wood, briefly grateful for a firm surface to brace himself on when he can't seem to think through the haze of lust and infatuation. ]

Okay.

[ His mouth moves before his brain does. Lips brushing Steve's skin, Noiz blinks slowly and looks up at him before letting his eyes fall shut and his body relax.

He wants Steve to touch him so much more. For now, he'll settle for a kiss. ]

[The other side. He almost looks behind him but he can't seem to turn away from Noiz. The bedroom could be on the moon for all Steve cared about it right then. He can feel the rough beat of Noiz's heart under his fingers, skin flushed and sweat beading as his heat slowly arrives.

Okay. It wasn't the firmest approval. It wasn't a resounding yes. But it was permission to do it. To take what he wanted and Steve couldn't bring himself to hold back any longer.

He pushes Noiz's head back, uses the pressure of his thumb to keep the omega's lower lip down and his mouth open slightly. Steve's eyes flick up and then he presses in, slotting their mouths together with a needy groan. Two things happen at the same time, right at they kiss - Steve's hormones shoot through the roof, his scent markers mixing with Noiz's into something that tells his alpha brain that everything is right, perfect, compatible and his body lights up, arousal zipping through him.

His breath catches, his tongue slips into Noiz's mouth, his hips cant forward and knock against the omega's. Steve licks into Noiz's mouth as if it's the last thing he'll ever do, a hand slipping down to cup a lean thigh and drag it up his own, hooking them together.]

Wilhelm.

[He breathes the omega's name out against their lips, barely speaking, only enough to say it and find some grounding. Then he's kissed Noiz again, nipping his lower lip and massaging his thigh, going lower to cup his ass and pull his hips close.]

[ Noiz draws in a quick, shallow breath at the push of Steve's fingers. The grip of his hand on his neck and his thumb against his mouth is so intimate in a way he's never felt before, nor even dreamed of. He's been taught that the relationship between an alpha and omega is beyond anything he can imagine on his own and indeed beyond anything he should try to imagine, as an omega.

But right now, as blood rushes deafeningly through his ears, Noiz thinks hazily that he probably couldn't have conjured up sensations like this even with his best efforts.

No one's ever kissed him like this before. No one has touched him like this before. Noiz leans back against the door, eyes still half-open in fixated attention as the solid heat of Steve's body presses to his front and between his legs.

Noiz mouths Steve's name against his lips and grasps for his shoulders. He digs his fingers in, holding on tight, riding a rush of arousal so strong and strange that he barely has the cognizance to realize that this is his heat, early and responding to the alpha's rut. With his thighs on either side of Steve's leg, Noiz struggles to hold still. Already he's clawing at his arms and making soft little sounds into the kiss, working his hips in as close as he can. His body is burning. He needs this, and now knowing that these feelings exist, he can no longer imagine living without them. ]

[Steve's struck with the desire to strip Noiz's clothes off, spread him out and kiss every inch of the omega until he comes from that alone. He's curious if the other can manage that. If Steve could use his tongue, lips, and fingers in such a way to inspire the omega to orgasm without touching his cock.

His hips push forward and then he feels it. Something hard and defined where Noiz's dick should be, is, and he grinds a little harder against it. He can't picture what it might be but he wants to find out. The distraction is enough to allow blood flow back to his head, sense spilling in, and as Noiz whines against his mouth, Steve's breath catches in his throat. His cock is hard, his body aching, all he can smell and feel is the omega he has pinned to the wall and - ]

What am I doing? [The words come out in a rush and he jerks back, hands gripping Noiz's shoulders to keep him steady, to keep him from getting closer again.] What did I do?

[Sure, he'd asked, but he could tell by Noiz's scent alone that his body was being flushed with hormones right now.]

You don't want this. You're heat is starting.

[Steve has to get away. Needs to. He made a mistake by letting them be alone together so soon.]

[ Noiz is almost riding his thigh by the time Steve stops. He's shorter than him by a few inches and overwhelmed, too, clinging to the alpha in desperation. He wants to rut against him, feel his arousal against his skin. His focus, though, is on feeling Steve inside of him. He feels little from grinding their hips together, because the hard bulge Steve is feeling between Noiz's legs is a cage around his member.

So stimulation there doesn't matter. All Noiz is thinking about is soothing the arousal in his gut with a heat that is even stronger by letting Steve take him. The desire makes his chest tight and his breath short. When Steve lets go, Noiz gasps hard as if resurfacing from deep water.

He wants more. Noiz stares at him with wide eyes, more confused by the pause than thinking coherently about the fact that they really should think more before they continue. What was he doing? It doesn't matter. ] Don't stop.

[ Noiz doesn't really know what Steve was doing, just that he doesn't want it to end. Even though he knows that his heat is affecting him. Despite Steve's hands on his shoulders, making distance, Noiz tries to reach for him again. ]

I do want this. Steve.

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[Steve tightens his grip on Noiz's shoulders, not allowing him to pull Steve in again.]

Stop. You don't know what you want right now.

[His voice is low and harsh, too mean for the situation, for any situation. Steve doesn't know why he's suddenly so angry at first but the answer hits him quickly. He wants Noiz to want him. Not because he's an alpha or the only alpha around, but because he wants him. He can't bring himself to believe that the omega's feelings of attraction are genuine and maybe that's a problem he'll need to come to terms with on his own, but not now.]

You're going into your heat. Any alpha would do.

[He untangles their limbs and steps back.]

I'm going into my room. Don't follow me.

[Which was right there, a few steps away, but it felt like a mile. Steve's hands are fisted at his sides and he needs Noiz to get out of the way.]

Please.

[ The tone those words are delivered in hurts, more than the words themselves. Noiz is fully aware of his lack of knowledge on most affairs. All he's been allowed to learn is related to his status as an omega and that makes him think, if an alpha in a rut is rejecting him, then there must be something wrong with him.

Just because he's going into his heat doesn't mean he'd do this with any alpha. Noiz wants to protest. But the way Steve is looking at him— ]

I don't... [ Noiz licks his lips. He wishes he could touch Steve with them again. Slowly, though, he starts to steps aside from the door to the guest room, eyes fixed on Steve all the while. ]

I do want you.

[ He fists his hands at his sides instead of reaching for Steve. It feels awful. Like all the times he had to perform something for his father's friends or business associates and he wasn't ready and his stomach was in horrible, terrible knots.

Noiz takes another step from the door. He can still think, and clearly enough now that he isn't touching Steve and the strength of his heat has subsided somewhat. It's still only in its beginning stages. With an effort Noiz pushes it down and moves a few steps backwards down the hall towards his room. ]

...I'll be in my room.

[Steve shakes his head again, he couldn't know that it was true. He could smell Noiz's scent, all the markers that he was going into his heat were there. He'd been drawn to the omega before his scent had hit him but it was too new to know if the desire he felt now was genuine or not. He assumed it had to be the same for Noiz.]

You can't know that. Not now.

[He tenses at the sudden change in Noiz's scent. The emotion that he can feel through it that he's certain the omega doesn't want him to know about. As if he were being rejected but it's more complicated than that. He can't move as the blond moves past him and cross the hall to go into his room. Steve stands there, alone, overthinking everything and wishing he'd done that all differently. Every good step they'd made out at that table, every compromise and agreement, it meant nothing if Steve couldn't trust Noiz to know his own mind.

Quietly shutting the door to his room behind him, Steve takes the next three hours thinking about that. He showers and thinks about it. Changes into comfortable clothes and thinks about it. Ignores his impending heat and thinks about it. He works up the courage and asks one of the betas for Noiz's phone number, sends him a message apologizing.]

I told you I wanted you to think for yourself and to communicate with me and I wasn't listening to you back there. The problem isn't that I don't want you or that I don't want this, but that I need two things that I couldn't convince myself of. One, that you truly want me and that it had nothing to do with our hormones. Second, that you were making a decision that you wouldn't regret later.

That's why I needed to go. I'm sorry for how I behaved.

[More sorry now that time had gone by and his head had cleared, allowing him to see how stupid he'd been.]

I want you more than I've ever wanted anyone. That's coming from me, not my biology.

[ Being abruptly separated from Steve makes him feel cold. Noiz shuts his door and tosses himself onto his bed, immediately wrapping his arms around one of his comforters and slinging a leg over it, holding on and burying his face in the softness and scent of fresh linen.

What did he do wrong? Everything he said was true. He wants Steve, wants him so badly that he can almost forget everything else. Now that he doesn't have the alpha so close, he can stave off his heat for a while longer and rewind their interaction in his mind.

It's almost too easy to fall back into the memory of how good just kissing him felt. The thought of having Steve's hands on him has Noiz hugging the blanket closer to himself, a fresh surge of heat washing through his groin. But immediately afterward, he recalls how Steve pushed him away.

Why? Noiz clutches at the soft blanket, willing himself not to be so upset. In an attempt to distract himself, he picks up one of his books. He can't go back over and talk to Steve again after being pushed away like that. It's easier to escape into technical text he has to concentrate completely on to understand.

And it does work, at least for a few hours. But eventually Noiz can't read the words for the tears welling up in his eyes, which just make him more frustrated and annoyed with himself. He's curled up in a blanket again when his phone goes off. Hoping it isn't his father, Noiz picks it up. Why would he be getting a text from an unknown number? ]

What do I have to do to convince you?

[ Noiz sends the message back before he thinks it through. He shouldn't be so short with an alpha. Though Steve said... to communicate with him. With a last deep sniffle he sits up to respond more fully. ]

I want you because of who you are. Not because I'm in heat and not thinking straight. And I won't regret it.
I want you and I want you to listen to me like you said you would.

But you don't know me enough for that.

[Steve stops at the last message, frowning down at his phone. That wasn't true. They had just met but Steve knew he wanted Noiz and it wasn't because of his designation or Steve's rut. He was attracted to the man, everything else only enhanced that.]

I shouldn't have done that. I promised to listen and I've broken that. Allow me to make it up to you.

[Standing up, he walks to his door, stops and goes back to his bed. He paces a few more times before flicking his light off and slipping out into the hallway, he knows at Noiz's door but grips the handle tightly.]

Wilhelm, it's Steve. Look, if you say you want me, I believe you. If you want to spend our cycles together, I'll let go of the doorknob and come in. But tell me how you feel now and I'll listen.

[His grip slackens, forehead pressed to the warm wood.]

[ Rolled onto his side, Noiz reads the messages as they arrive. He can't stop his eyes from watering. It's embarrassing—he hates crying, even though omegas tend to be more sensitive—and he doesn't want to be embarrassed any more than he was when Steve rejected him.

But... Steve says he's ready to listen to him. Noiz takes a deep breath and starts to write a reply, getting halfway through it when he hears a voice at his door.

After a moment of hesitation he extracts himself from the covers and gets to his feet, taking the few steps over hardwood floor to stand on the other side. Just a few inches away is an alpha. Steve. The first one he's ever been compatible with, the first alpha he's ever been alone with, and the first person he's ever felt so attracted to.

He wants Steve to be the last alpha he has to meet like this, too. Slowly, he opens his door. ]

I want you. [ He blurts it out, almost, voice choked from a few hours of not speaking and the tears caught in his throat. With a huff, frustrated at his own weakness, Noiz steps forward and grasps one of Steve's wrists. Immediately the warmth of his skin and body suffuses through Noiz, soothing the tight ache in his chest. ]

Even if I don't have as much experience as you do, I know what I want. So I'm ready. Okay?

[As the door opens, Steve's prepared for the mess Noiz's scent makes of his good senses and physical reactions. He inhales sharply, eyes narrowing and he exhales, it's shaky and full of nerves energy. There's never been anyone, in all his thirty-two years who has caused him to feel the way that he does right now.

He's navigating foreign territory and he has to do better than he had a few hours ago.]

Okay. [Steve gently pulls Noiz in by the grip he has on Steve's wrist.] I believe you.

[Maneuvering so that Noiz is lightly pressed to the doorjamb, Steve cups his face in both hands and dips down to kiss the apples of both cheeks. He can taste the salt of the tears he's caused and he's never regretted his own stupidity more. His thumbs trace over Noiz's jaw, taking his time with each kiss. Placing his lips carefully as if he has all the time in the world and in this moment, it feels that way.

Knowing that asking a million times if Noiz is sure, only so that he can be more confident in this, won't work. He has to trust the omega not to lead him astray and that knowledge is what has his hands sliding down Noiz's arms, his sides, and around his back to lift and press him into Steve's chest. With a low growl, he slides his hands lower and grips below his ass, lifting him up.]

[ Noiz lets Steve rearrange them, hardly bothered by the metal pressing into his back. When he's looking Steve in the eye and feeling the touch of his hands all he has to focus on is his warmth and presence. He was tired from crying, but the gentle press of Steve's lips eases the ache of his heart, and the rush of heat spurs him on.

He wraps his arms around Steve's neck. Acting quickly enough to cling onto him, Noiz buries his face in his shoulder as Steve lifts him completely off the ground. He reacts with a small sharp inhale, almost shocked by his strength. ]

Steve... [ Breathing shakily, Noiz nuzzles under Steve's ear, inhaling his scent. It calms him even more, letting him relax aside from his legs which he keeps wrapped around Steve's waist. He's so close to his alpha now. Noiz grinds tentatively against his midsection, kissing at his throat with a soft moan. ]

[Steve wants to hear his name said that way every day for the rest of his life. It's sweet, a sign of Noiz's arousal and that he really wants this. He can read body language, he's always been good at that, and there's no tells that Noiz is faking this for some secret plan or because he thinks he has to. He'd meant what he said before, they could make this work with or without a sexual relationship.

But, now that Noiz's legs are around his waist and lips pressed to his throat, hips grinding forward, he's glad that they're going to see if this can work.

He kicks the door shut behind them, turning to press Noiz's back to it so he can click the lock closed that way nobody interrupts them. Steve rocks his hips forward, pulling Noiz up so his cock rubs against his stomach. His brows furrow and he steps back, taking them towards Noiz's bed.]

What is that, Wilhelm?

[He lowers him gently to the bed, straddling Noiz's lean hips and running a hand down his side towards his groin.]

[ With his heels hooked around Steve's back and held close in his arms, Noiz can feel the rise of his chest when he breathes, even the steady drum of Steve's heartbeat against his sternum. It's all warmth and firm pressure, physical affection that is so alien and yet something he desires instinctively.

He shifts his hips again. In his current position, the hard material of the sheath around his cock presses into Steve's stomach and back against his groin as well. The discomfort is mild, though, nothing Noiz can't ignore in the face of trying to get as close to Steve as humanly possible.

Therefore being set down causes such a loss that Noiz makes a sound that's almost a whine. The moment Steve puts his hand on him again, his body visibly relaxes. As his hips twitch he tries to spread his legs. ]

What..? [ He's getting wet; he can feel himself slicking. But even with his heat becoming ever stronger, he's capable of thinking and registering what Steve is actually asking about. For a moment his brows knit, because what could it be other than his cage? He manages to extract one leg from under Steve and moves it to the other side of his thigh so that he can scoot down the bed and rub his ass against his knee, unashamed and already deeply aroused. It's natural behavior for an omega to be needy and eager in bed. Just as it's natural for an omega to have his cock restrained until marriage, or even after marriage if his alpha sees fit. ]

It's my cage. My chastity.

[Steve never lets their points of contact get below at least two. His legs are pressed to Noiz's thighs, his hands running down his stomach, or some combination of body parts. He can tell that Noiz prefers when they're touching, that it gives the omega a sense of comfort that gets him to relax under Steve's body.

The alpha in him loves that slight submission, the scent of his slick and the heat that's slowly dominating the blond's body.

He loves the trust that Noiz is offering up, the willingness to explore this for the first time on the day they've just met. It's not easy for either of them, he can tell that much, but it's a gift he won't take for granted.]

You're wearing one.

[It's no longer a question. Steve can see the outline of Noiz's caged cock through his pants. He presses one hand firmly to Noiz's stomach to stop him from moving, a brow raising slowly as he smiles down at the omega.]

Hold still so I can look at you.

[When, and only when, Noiz does as Steve asks will he ruck his shirt up and unbutton his pants.]

Yes. [ Noiz shifts under his hands, again. He feels as if the novelty of being touched like this will never wear off. Heat curls again through his stomach. His throat is still sore from crying, but the only reason why his heart is beating quickly now is because of the alpha with him.

Steve is with him. Not with anyone else, because he wants Noiz. Well—he wants 'Wilhelm'. Noiz had been genuine with him, and the nickname Theo calls him by could be something he shares in the future. As long as Steve continues to treat him like this and be who he is, Noiz can be happy.

...and provided that they're compatible on an even deeper level. Reassured by Steve's touch, Noiz's mind doesn't dwell too long on the possible issues he's been taught and all the risks and behaviors he should avoid. He looks up at Steve, eyes heavy-lidded as he catches his breath and finally stops rutting on his leg.

When Steve pulls his pants down, Noiz is suddenly very aware of how his cock cage looks, a rigid bulge beneath his underwear that barely moves. The cage itself is a clear plastic and small enough to keep his cock from growing beyond a few inches, as is only appropriate for an omega. The attention to his front causes Noiz's flush to grow even deeper. He can see Steve is nearly as affected as he is, just with the erection to show for it. Tentative, he rubs his thigh against Steve in an attempt at distraction from himself. ]

Have you never seen one before?

[Steve has the good sense to blush, one shoulder rolling as he shrugs off his embarrassment. His fingers run along the line of Noiz's hip, down the top of his thigh, but the movements are idle, distracted. His attention is caught on the cock cage below his underwear. He hooks a finger and lifts the fabric to hook below his balls, head tipped to the side.]

Not in person. Never been with an omega before.

[He's never been so compatible with one, not until now.]

Stop.

[His brow shoots up and he reaches for Noiz's thigh, pushing it away from himself and down against the bed. There are.. deeper aspects to what he wants to experience in bed with an omega, his omega, but they can get more into that later. If this time goes well then they can talk about it.]

I'm trying to admire you, don't distract me.

[ Noiz draws in a quick breath, sharp and fast, as Steve pulls the waistband of his underwear down and he's exposed for the first time to an alpha. Even during his classes, his instructor had demonstrated with toys and shown him videos. No one has ever touched him like this before. His face feels so hot, he hopes he isn't as red as he thinks he is. And with Steve telling him to stop trying to rub against him, all he feels like he can do is lie still with his cage exposed and Steve's gaze traveling all over his body.

He doesn't think he's been this exposed in front of anyone before, to say nothing of being admired. Noiz flushes even deeper. Looking away quickly, he fists his hands in the sheets so he won't succumb to the temptation of curling up or trying to distract Steve again with one of the methods his omega behaviors tutor taught him. Steve told him not to, and... it feels good to be looked at like this. This way he knows Steve wants him. ]

What should I do?

[ Noiz asks with his face still turned away. Slowly he raises his eyes back to Steve's face, wanting direction and also simply wanting to know. He's so overwhelmed. It's all good, but he's nervous, and he doesn't know how to go about this in a way that isn't wholly traditional, which makes things difficult when they've already deviated from the sequence of events Noiz expected. Steve has yet to flip him over or bite him to show his possessiveness. He hasn't even tried to enter him yet, and Noiz has been told it's normal for it to be hard and fast especially the first time. ]

[Steve wants to take his time. Memorize every freckle and line, get to know his omega's body in every possible way, but they can do that later. When they know each other better. When he's not overwhelming the blond and probably embarrassing him with all the hyper-focused attention.

He reaches up to turn Noiz's face back towards him.]

Don't look away from me.

[It's not a command, more of a wish or desire, but his tone holds a thread of firmness. He needs that from Noiz and he's asking for it. They're in this together and he'll stop the moment he feels as if they aren't.]

That's what you should do and after that, I want you to tell me if what I'm doing feels good or if you want it to stop. [He hums under his breath, thoughtful.] Lets do colors, alright? Red for stop, yellow for unsure, and green for go.

Then, no matter what's going on or how you're feeling, I'll know.

[It was usually used for heavier, more intense play but it was good to make it part of their communication. Might help Noiz, too. They could discuss all of that better later, too.

Steve presses a kiss to Noiz's hip.]

I want to make you come.

[ Looking at Steve is... hard. It's hard to look him directly in the eye when he's been taught he shouldn't. He's supposed to be doing something else right now, something like taking his cock or pleasuring him instead of being selfish and just lying back to enjoy the eyes on his body.

Well, at least Steve looks happy. So maybe it's okay that he's being selfish. ]

Okay. [ He takes a deep inhale, breath hitching when Steve's mouth presses against his skin. ] But I can't come.

[ He can't even get hard. What does Steve mean? If he had to say a color now it'd definitely be 'yellow'. Even though he does feel good, with his wet slick starting to cover the insides of his thighs and soak into the back of his briefs, he doesn't know exactly what to expect.

Tentative, he moves his hand down and puts it into Steve's hair. It's still damp; combined with the freshness of his scent when he'd seen him at the door, Noiz guesses he took a shower. His hair feels soft. Noiz strokes a small strand of it with his fingers as he tries to catch his breath and refocus. ]

What?

[This is where what Steve was taught and what he learned through his own research on the internet fails him. Not once has he ever been led to believe that an omega can't come. It knocks him off balance. Was it just Noiz? Or all omegas? Did it have to do with the cock cage or something else? He's heard of omegas wearing them, that it's traditional but the inability to come was never mentioned. Of course it wouldn't be.

He'd always assumed that they could and would, with the right partner.]

Tell me why you can't. [He's never been with an omega. If this is normal, then it's the first he's heard of it and he's slightly embarrassed that he doesn't know.] I want you to have pleasure too.

[Together. Not Steve, on his own. The big alpha getting off while the omega lays there and takes it. He didn't want to start what could be a permanent relationship off that way. It wouldn't work. He'd hate himself for it but he could understand if Noiz was patient and helped him to.]

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