Battle of desires

The thin fingers curled into the smooth blonde strands, pulling them without using force. Nicolas's lips danced sensually over those of Milles, turning that kiss into the most essential touch those two boys needed at the time.

A tongue kiss could be the most forbidden thing for a teenager, as it would involve intimacy beyond what a simple kiss was able to provide. An intimacy that made clear the thirst to want the other, to give him consent to take a step beyond what was considered simple.

Walking through the dressing room keeping Nicolas in his arms, Milles had stumbled upon the wooden bench where he laid the omega. Held in Nicolas's slender arms, the alpha bowed over his body feeling the warm, wet touch of the tongue in that intense kiss. He had to lean on the bench, getting on his knees to stay close enough without undoing the bone.

There's no way Milles wanted to let him go.

Not when his body already matched.

Feeling the thirst to touch him, to check if his captain's body would also be burning with desire as well as his, Milles had lifted the regatta of Nicolas's uniform by touching his palm on the smooth and soft abdomen. He had heard him pant with the simplest touch, which encouraged Milles to caress the region with his fingertips feeling the skin shiver.

He could feel his heart beating wildly. Oh, yeah. Like that. Nicolas's body was hot, his heart was beating eagerly. With his knees, Milles had seen the omega erection becoming evident in the sports shorts. And so a sly smile emerged amid the kiss.

Undoing the kiss, Milles had again gained minimal distance to be able to look directly into the eyes of Nicolas.

— This is your chance to get away from me, Nicolas. ― Whispered the alpha, unable to uncouple his eyes from that swollen and panting mouth, which invited him to a libidinous act. ― If not...

― If not what? ― Dared to question Nicolas, feeling his fingertips tingle against Milles' straight hair.

Yeah. If not what?

What did he want to do?

Was it him or his instincts begging to have desires remedied?

Sinking his fingers unconsciously into Nicolas' waist, he could feel the subtle movement of his back bending. Would the simplest touch make Nicolas react? And how would their reactions be? Would they come close to what he had seen so far?

― If not, I'll fuck you right here, right now. And I won't stop until you stop walking.

If it were not already surprising to give words to the desires that he had fought so hard to lock up, he would still have space to watch the most natural reaction coming from his greatest enemy. Nicolas had opened a wide smile, as he always did when some challenge was thrown at him, pulling the nape of the alpha covering much of the distance allowing his lips to rub against each other.

― I want to see if you can do it, big guy.

The start had been made.

He wouldn't have to hold back anymore.

Inside that locker room, Milles would make that little guy swallow every overbearing word he's addressed to him in the last few days. The dispute between them would finally reach a winner.

Swallowing the words in an afeight kiss, the newest battle was about to begin. Milles had returned to his tour through the soft curves that were Nicolas's belly, giving pinches from time to time to hear him sigh against his mouth.

While getting drunk in the corners, the other hand of the alpha went straight to the target seeking space in a sports shorts. The moment his palm held the stiff limb, Milles could hear more passionate moans that had escaped from that cursed mouth.

Caressing it gently, measuring it with his fingers Milles found that Nicolas would have an interesting size despite his short stature. When his lips wrapped around his tongue and sucked them in, the alpha had the audacity to wrap the covered limb in his hand and squeeze it, plucking from Nicolas the most crooked of moans.

A laugh had escaped from his throat when he could feel Nicolas's back arch and his bodies lean for seconds. Determined to continue with his mischievous joke, Milles sucked, joked and stunned Nicolas's tongue while still stimulating the hard member of the omega.

And he could only pull another groan from those when he finally went down the elastic of the sports shorts and boxer, to touch that warm and moist skin of pre-cum. Outside there, Milles had fun spreading the liquid all over Nicolas, feeling his veins pulsating at his fingertips.

Only in that silly joke, Nicolas had already fallen into his graces. He had sunk his short fingernails into Milles' shoulders by scratching him creating reddish strands on his complexion. He threw his head back when the tongue of the alpha dared to invade more and more of his mouth, having saliva running down the corners of his lips.

Needing air, the alpha had finally left the mouth of that omega, though in no way did it stop masturbating slowly.

― It's all wet, captain.

Closing one of his eyes as if he tried his best not to react like that, Nicolas had responded between teeth.

― Don't fuck around, Milles.

A laugh had escaped from the playful lips of Milles, who had passed the tip of his tongue through the omega lobe provoking him even more.

― I told you, I'm gonna fuck you. Don't be anxious.

Nicolas had thrown his head back when the glans had been touched by the thumb, spreading the premonition. His chest went up and down uncompressed, his warm breath made Milles' skin crawl.

Seeing Nicolas all shivering, breathing panting and squeezing like that incited Milles to want more. If they had already reached that level, nothing else would matter.

Especially when he made the decision.

Taking Nicolas's shorts and boxer altogether, Milles had not shown the same patience by hurriedly taking off the omega tank top. Finally he could see him naked in front of him, his face flushed with the sensations still present in his body, waiting for the next touch that would lead him to madness.

Milles leaned down, nibbling on Nicolas's hard nipple. He heard him groan and arch his back below him, urging him to continue to jew. Nibble around leaving light pinches, and the tip of the tongue went from one side to another to incite Nicolas.

The omega covered his mouth with both hands, refusing to moan louder. In contrast, his smell had denounced the exciting state he felt, inviting an alpha to continue increasingly in his warm touches.

Leaning on his hand to stay bent over Nicolas, he had passed the tips of two fingers through his lips without saying anything at all. In full sync, Nicolas had snatched them up pleasantly. The omega's hot tongue played with his fingers in his mission to make them moist. But what echoed in Milles was the growing desire to put a certain part of his body inside that mouth, for he would know that Nicolas would do his homework with honour.

But for now, enjoyed in burning desire that angry boy suck his fingers and wrap them in his saliva. It was a torment to take them out of his mouth, for he could reach his limit only with that vision. But he was thirsty to enter that body and fulfill his words.

Make Nicolas moan and cheer.

Fingers caressed Nicolas's entrance, penetrating only one to prepare him. Nicolas arched his back again covering his mouth with his hand, muffling the groan and shrinking his body. The same movement had occurred when the second finger had been introduced, and Milles had had the most splendid vision in his entire life.

Surely it would never occur to him that Nicolas could have such diverse reactions. If he were to say something, would imagine him trying to dominate so as not to lose his pride. However there he was, lying on the wooden bench of the dressing room with his whole body shrunk as they swallowed his fingers in his entrance.

The very member of Milles already pulsed insanely in his uniform. Could not stand any longer to stay out of that joke.

Imagining control of the situation, Milles prepared the omega until he was satisfied and heard moans escape from that hidden mouth. However, Nicolas was no ordinary omega.

And he almost forgot that.

In an unexpected impulse, Nicolas pulled down Milles' shorts and boxer shorts. Closing his fingers close to the collar of the shirt, he had torn it to show the body of the alpha. He held his arm and his shoulder using a force, from which Milles would want to know where it came from, to force him to sit on the floor.

Even if his ass hurt with the sharp impact, as well as his back for having hit against the cabinets, it was nothing shocking compared to the mysterious look that Nicolas directed him to caress with his fingertips the throbbing member of Milles.

― Who's anxious now, you piece of shit?

Nicolas's voice had sounded stupidly sensual to Milles, mostly accompanied by the sight of the omega kneeling in front of him gently caressing his limb. Well... not so kind, since for the alpha it was stunning to be denied something hotter and faster.

Ah, he wanted to torture him. Definitely.

His neck was pulled and his lips captured by Nicolas's thirsty mouth. The alpha instinctively hugged his waist pulling him close, touching two sore, thirsty erections to have his ejaculation. They both moaned against each other's mouths.

And then, moving away from Milles, Nicolas had again held the hard member of the alpha positioning him in his entrance on his own. He had let him have the most unprecedented vision by opening his legs and giving him a malicious and victorious smile.

He had fallen into the sweetest trap when he watched his own member enter that narrow space. His excitement only increased as he interspersed his eyes between Nicolas's penetration and physiognomy.

— Short son of a bitch. ― Growl Milles, holding Nicolas's waist forcing him to sit on his lap and having his limb completely penetrated.

The loud groan that had escaped from Nicolas's lips was like music for Milles. Nor had he dared to wait for him to get used to the volume within him, forcing him to move until the two bodies found their rhythm.

Certainly for those two boys sex would never have been like that, even if they fantasized their whole life. One didn't want to lose to the other. One wanted to prove he was good. And although there was a dispute between them, the space to heal their own desires grew potentially.

One always seeking the mouth of the other. Always touching the skin of the other. Always calling him between groans. Always imprisoning the other in his own body.

When Milles had laid Nicolas on his back raising his waist to lift him, he penetrated him sharply for the second round. The omega stuck to the foot of the bench and pulled it hard as it felt the great volume go deeper and deeper to find a certain point. When found, Nicolas's entire body shrank and his hands pulled the bench until it almost fell on both. Lucky for Milles to hold on time and push him to another corner, leaving lying in the middle of the corridor.

The cabinets were also shot when Nicolas pushed Milles against them and kissed him wildly, even if he had his back to the alpha. He had his chin held by Milles who forced him to turn to receive his hot tongue.

A pot of plant had been broken when Milles had used it to support himself trembling upon having arrived at its apex for the second time. The earth spread through the bodies of the boys, who did not care about such dirt.

Not when they were still burning with desire, even after they had reached their peak.

His arduous battle had continued in the box under the shower. Milles had not abandoned the body of that omega in any way. His smell addicted him, his voice calling him and stirring him only increased his desire. And the feeling of being inside his body was just delicious. Milles wanted to feel more and more.

With Nicolas in his lap and his legs around his waist, where he sank and slipped into his body, Milles let slip the name of his captain several times when his limb was crushed inside the omega.

Already the lowest pulled the hair of Milles and tried to find some point in the flat wall of the box to support. The hot water that fell on the bodies cleansed the land, but was unable to appease that insane desire.

As the alpha moved him over his lap, Nicolas bowed against the wall, completely delivered. Until his fingers reached the shower pipe where he had grabbed. And when he had begun his revenge in driving the alpha mad, he had also broken the shower, spreading water all over the floor of the dressing room.

When they reached the apex for the third time, is that the two boys finally gave up on continuing that exciting dispute.

That would be it, or someone would walk in on them in the middle of the chaos they created in the locker room. Certainly when someone entered that place they would think that the fiercest fight had occurred there, but only those two boys would know that it was only a small portion of the immense desire they felt for the other.