The taste of Leo's sweat damped skin on Max's tongue makes his lower region throb. He can hear how fast the omegas heart pounds in his chest, the scent of his pheromones thick in his nose. The last line of patience that Max can cling to snaps.
Leo gasps in surprise as Max bends down, grabs the back of his thighs with strong hands, and lifts him up. Leo wraps his arms around Max's neck, clinging tight in case he tumbls backward.
Max groans into Leo's collar bone as he sits the omega on the counter. He grabs Leo's arms and untangles them from around him, and with one hand wrapped around both of Leo's wrists, he pins them to the mirror behind him. He eyes the way Leo's back arches, the curve of his waist and hips as his chest pushes forward.
With his other hand, he grips Leo's chin between his thumb and forefinger, the pads pressing into the soft skin there. "Who-" Leo barely gets the word out before Max leans forward and licks his way into Leo's mouth. The Alpha's tongue brushes against the roof of him before slicking against the underside of Leo's tongue.
The omega shudders a wanting moan that Max swallows up. Leo pushes his chest up, his neck arching for more of Max's devouring kisses. Leo's never been kissed like this, and he's had his fair share of them. Max is kissing him like he's going to eat him up from the inside.
Max eases his hold on Leo's chin and instead trails his warm hand down the length of his slender neck. Leo's hips rise off of the counter as Max wraps his hand around his neck, not choking him, but settling the weight of his palm there. Making it's presence known. Leo's hardness presses into Max's hip, and he sighs into the alphas mouth when he grinds back down against him.
If Leo knew that Max could kiss like this, he would've stopped pushing him away a long time ago.
Max pulls away from him, chuckling darkly when Leo chases after his lips. Leo whines, his hips grinding more vigorously as he stares up at him through his fluttering lashes. Why is he stopping?
"Look at you." Max murmurs. He let's go of the curve of Leo's neck and rubs his thumb along the slick saliva that coats his lower lip. "Little Omega is so pretty like this."
Leo's cheeks flush red, his body shifting self consciously. Pretty. Little Omega. He bites his lip and tries to pull his hands free from where Max still has them pinned against the cool surface of the mirror.
"D-do something." Leo whimpers, his knee raises to press against Max's pelvis, where the outline of his hardness is prominent. Max smirks, pulling his hips back and out of reach, making him whine. "Please?"
"Such good manners." Max's smile turns into something sweet, and Leo can't look away. Max drops Leo's wrists but when the omega goes to wrap them around him, he shakes his head. "No. No touching. Can you hold them behind your back? Hm?"
Leo bites his lip and nods. He adjusts his arms and then holds his hands behind his back, the top of him leaning against the cold reflecting glass. His nostrils flare as a dark and heavy scent mixes in with his. The smell of roasting chestnuts and pinecones.
It makes his head float and he takes a big, deep breath. His mouth waters, and Leo stares at the length of Max's neck. Is this what his pheromones smell like? The alpha usually has an impeccable hold on not releasing any, so sometimes Leo would question whether he truly was an alpha or just a well built beta.
No, he's definitely an alpha. Leo licks the corner of his lip, trying not to drool like he's in heat. It's a good thing he's not.
Max lifts the hem of Leo's shirt and raises it to the omegas lips, "Bite please." Leo holds the fabric between his teeth, his torso and chest exposed. The peaks of his nipples harden at the sudden cold air, and he resists the urge to hide them when Max stares at them for a moment too long.
"They're a lot pinker than I imagined." Max whispers, his voice hoarse and thick. Leo pushes his chest forward, silently begging him to touch them. Max leans down, the top of his brown hair nuzzling into Leo's shoulder, and with his tongue spread wide, he licks against Leo's left nipple.
The mouth muscle is wet and warm compared to the rest of the room and the temperature difference has goosebumps rising on every inch of Leo's skin. He gasps, his dick flexing in his pants as Max suckles at the peak.
"Oh-" Leo pushes his hips forward, his hands gripping tightly to each other from behind his back. Max bites down hard on his pectoral, and Leo jerks from beneath him. "Ah!" It hurts.
Max continues to give attention to the one nipple, the other hard and cold as it waits for its turn. Leo wants to reach up and play with it as Max suckles on the other. Instead he digs his nails into his palm, because Max said to keep them behind his back.
When Max pulls back, a slim line of saliva snaps. The alpha bites his lip, his eyes dark and hooded as he looks down at the flushed and needy omega. He bites the inside of his cheek, the taste of blood flooding his mouth. He licks the small and already healing wound. "I think I can make you cum, just like this."
He reaches up and flicks the nipple that was just in his mouth. Leo moans, his head tilting back as he stares up at him. Max smirks and leans down to suck on the other one. This time, he pinches the other nipple between his fingers, all while sucking hard on the other. Leo's hips start a steady rhythm of pushing and grinding against Max. His legs raise and wrap around the Alphas hips. His heels dig into Max's back side, and Leo gasps at the feel of Max's hardness pressing into the curve of his ass.
He's so big.
Max curses under his breath, he can feel the dampness of Leo's pants, how his slick is drenching through his clothes. Leo dry humps him, his movements growing quick and desperate.
Max bites the tip of Leo's nipple, the spark of pain tipping him over the edge. The omega cries out, his voice loud and high pitched.
"Fuck." Max slaps his hand over Leo's mouth, the pads of his fingers digging into Leo's cheek as he muffles his moan. Leo pants, his skin slicked with sweat, the front and back of his pants wet with his release.
Max stares down at him, engraving every inch of his blissed expression into his mind. He really is so pretty.
As Leo's post nut clarity comes too, his eyes widen and he shoves Max away. "You-!"
Max clenches his jaw and pulls his shoulders back, his hand reaching up to wipe the saliva at the corner of his mouth. "Me what?"
"You-" Leo tries again, and his voice cracks. "Get out!" Max gives a mean smirk and watches as Leo pulls down his shirt and stares down at his wet pants.
"Fine." Max bites the word out, drawing Leo's attention back to him. "But don't act like you didn't want it." Then he turns and storms out.