Dawn Of The War (3)

Arren's voice was very suggestive, even emphasizing his words with his flirty grin. His eyelashes fluttered, his phoenix eyes narrowing into a slit with a captivating charm that Spade admitted he could never resist. 

Spade's eyes darkened, and his throat throbbed at Arren's question. "It's fine, you can always do what you want," he responded, spoiling his omega to the fullest. 

As he heard this, Arren couldn't help but laugh freely, leaning his face slightly toward the alpha's knees and rubbing them, smiling contently. 

"Spade, is it okay to indulge me like this?" he playfully asked, smiling with his white teeth exposed as he played with the alpha's fingers from their interlocked hands. 

Somehow, even though they were speaking with some innuendos, there was something gentle in their conversation that created a pleasant atmosphere rather than one that was overly erotic.