"Me... me too," Ichiro gasped. "Let me help you as well!" Zandre's shuddered with anticipation as he leaned to one side, his grasp remaining firm as Ichiro's trembling fingers reached for his own symbol of masculinity. It was bigger than Ichiro had imagined, his long, white fingers barely wrapped around the dark, midnight member. The contrast alone had Zandre groan before the Omega's hold became more solid and more teasing, sliding along the satin length and running over the slit within the bulbous head. Soon their breaths became staggered. Ichiro's small cries interwove with Zee's deep growls, their private concert just beginning. The scent of their pheromones drifted over them and filling the room were becoming tainted by the smell of sweat and ambiguous liquid, yet instead of detracting from the aphrodisiac effect of their personal scents, the additional aromas just inhanced them. Zee stared down at the Omega, his eyes wide open even though Ichiro's were tightly shut. He branded to memory each expression the Omega made, each frown, each gasp of surprise, each shiver of pleasure, all to a backdrop of sounds escaping his slender throat. Zandre slid his free hand down lower, along the hip that was taut, around the rounded mounds and beneath, capturing the dampness pooling in between them. His finger slipped between the plush flesh, to gently press against the forbidden opening testing its softness. There was no resistance, the dark cavern seemed to suck him right in as if the protective muscle welcome him. He bit down heavily into his lip to restrain the sudden fever that coursed through his veins, setting his body even more alight. Ichiro paused at the sudden invasion, alarm bells rang in his head, however before he could protest, the digit inside of him curled and pressed against a certain place. The lighting rush of pleasure silence his thoughts and stilled his panic. Taking advantage of the Omega's silent consent, Zandre's finger continued to move and stroke the sensitive walls. Soon it was joined by a second and third. The omega's hips began to shift involuntarily, the twin sensations of his member and prostate begin rubbed drowning him until he was a quivering mess seeking only fruition. His release came suddenly and violently, his seed splattering over both of them in long ropes, his body quaking in the aftermath. Relaxing bonelessly, he didn't notice that his hands had completely abandoned their original task, nor that the Alpha had moved to a more convenient position. He only sobered from his orgasmic high when he felt the hot and large lower head of the other man pressing against his damp hole. Ichiro immediately panicked and cried out in refusal. Feeling the heat that he longed for sheltering the very tip, any man would have struggled to pull back, yet Zee still paused, though it was painful and his face clearly expressed this. A small wicked voice inside of him urged him to ignore Ichiro's rights. The Omega was his dammit, but Ichiro's continued protest prevented him from quenching his own thirst in his moment of selfishness. "I'm a man too, why do I have to be on the bottom?" A small epiphany flashed through Zandre's mind as well as a brilliant idea. He flipped their bodies over, lying on his back and arranging Ichiro above him. "So you be on top," he announced with a broad grin. Ichiro blinked, suddenly finding himself straddling Zandre's flat stomach, his eyes refocusing as he tried to catch up with Zandre's thoughts. What did he mean by this? Did the Alpha want him to embrace him instead? He wasn't sure he could do that... Before clarity could come to Ichiro, And before Ichiro could form the words in his mind to question him, Zee grasped his hips, spread his flexible bottom before pressed him down onto waiting Zee's member. Ichiro cried out, his brain working overtime as it screamed for Ichiro to notice the sudden fullness, the sheer depth of it, the slight sting of the muscle that was forced to open beyond what it had been coaxed to. Zee lifted his hips, unable to keep completely still, jolting Ichiro from his thoughts. The Omega frowned and slapped Zandre upon his chest, though the only pain to be felt was that on his own palm. "I didn't mean like that!" He complained, before he groaned once more as Zee withdrew a bit then thrust into him again. "Stop!" "Alright," Zee replied, patting his Omega's hips in acquiescence. "You be in control of this. I won't move." "I'm in control?" Ichiro panted, his body instinctively tightening around Zandre's length, causing the Alpha to grit his teeth. Still, he didn't break his resolve. "Yeah, you can finish what's been started, give us what we both want or you can leave." Ichiro felt as if a heavy chain had suddenly been unlocked and fell from his chest due to Zandre's words. He was in control of this. He was not being forced, he was not being pressed down like a woman, he was not being treated like some weak Omega, only good for one thing. Sure he was still the one in the receiving position, but it was not as if he didn't feel any pleasure from it. Zandre's talented fingers had touched something within him that he hadn't known about before and if that was possible, just how good would the thick invader that his walls were currently enveloping make him feel? Zandre was inside him. If it was anyone else... but it was not. The Alpha nearly held his breath as he watched Ichiro's minute expressions shimmer across his face as his thoughts were etched there, yet this time, for whatever reason, Zandre couldn't read them. Ichiro's hips began to lift off of him and a deep feeling of loss began to overwhelm the Alpha. So he had lost this bet... Without warning, Ichiro sank down on his length once more, tearing a long groan from Zandre's throat. The Alpha opened his eyes to watch as Ichiro tentatively moved on top of him, the sweet pleasure nearly overwhelmed by the realisation of Ichiro's choice. His vision blurred for a moment and he reached to stroke Ichiro's long, lithe legs comforting himself with their warmth. Ichiro didn't know what was running through Zandre's mind, his movements becoming more confident and more fierce. Within him, Zandre's thick manhood was touching so many new places, Ichiro could barely think, just wildly explore the new sensations, the new pleasures. Panting with exertion and voicing his pleasure, his hips took on a life of their own, but fruition seemed impossible without additional stimulation. Zandre too was finding release too distant, not because he was feeling no pleasure, just due to restraining himself, the need to flip Ichiro onto his back and pummel into his body while the Omega was trapped beneath him almost too overwhelming. However, he was a breath away from doing exactly that when his eyes captured movement from Ichiro's hand. The Omega was pleasuring himself while continuing to rise and fall above him. Zandre became enraptured by the erotic scene, unable to tear his eyes away and his own hips began to thrust upward, pushing himself deeper into Ichiro and enjoying the sharp cries caused. Lifting himself onto his elbows and lifting his knees to help brace the Omega, Zee curved his body upward as he continued to thrust inside the other. Ichiro's dazed eyes fell upon him, but he didn't pause his movements as he curled downwards, reducing the distance between their gasping lips until they once more merged in union. Their tongues mimicked their intimate movements, their touches were no longer restrained as the two men completely lost themselves to the pleasure they found in each other and sought fruition that only the other could provide.