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The hallway was bustling with the usual chaos of students tired from classes, but Tony's presence cut through the noise like a blade.
After all, he was the most handsome alpha in the entire school. Every girl - whether alpha, beta, or omega - had a crush on him.
Of course, an alpha like Tony had a girlfriend, Michelle. She was the prettiest girl in school, so she and Tony were a perfect match.
However, having a girlfriend didn't stop Tony from flirting with others.
Maxxie had known Tony for a long time and knew he liked to have fun with others. Everyone knew this, even Michelle, who couldn't bear the thought of her alpha cheating on her.
Sometimes Maxxie felt sorry for that girl, but he knew that Michelle loved Tony very much and would not want to leave him.
Maxxie even understood her a little. After all, Tony was handsome, charming, and had a knack for whispering just the right words into a girl's ear to get her into his bed.
There were days when Maxxie thought about what it would be like to be in all those girls' shoes. And then he realized he was in love with Tony.
The fact that he was gay was no secret to anyone, especially not their group, but Maxxie couldn't tell anyone that he liked Tony.
No one except Anwar, who was his best friend. Anwar was a beta, just like Maxxie, and although he didn't understand how Maxxie could be attracted to guys, he always supported his friend.
"You're staring at him again." Anwar said, bringing Maxxie back to reality.
"Not at all." The blond replied, looking away. "I'm not staring."
Anwar looked at him skeptically, then sighed, shaking his head. Maxxie's eyes drifted back to Tony.
The alpha's posture was natural, his broad shoulders relaxed as he laughed with Sid, a smirk playing on his lips that made even the most boring conversation seem exciting.
"Hey, Maxxie! Anwar!" Sid called, turning his attention to them. Tony turned, his blue eyes meeting Maxxie’s for a moment.
"What’s up, guys?" Tony joked, his voice low and smooth as ever.
"Not much." Maxxie replied, forcing a smile. Anwar nodded, then began to talk about something.
But Maxxie wasn't listening, the only thing he could focus on now was Tony.
The alpha chuckled lightly at something Anwar said. The blond blushed slightly at the sound.
Stop it, He mentally scolded himself. It's Tony! The biggest stud in school and Michelle's boyfriend
"Anyway…" Tony interrupted Maxxie’s racing thoughts. "I have to go. I still have something to do."
Sid also said goodbye and walked towards Cassie.
Maxxie's eyes followed Tony's retreating figure. Finally, he noticed that the alpha's phone had rung.
Tony pulled it out of his pocket, glanced at the screen, and froze. His shoulders tensed, and he quickly stepped into the empty classroom, closing the door behind him.
I wonder who that is, Maxxie thought.
He glanced at Anwar, who was paying him no attention. He hesitated for a moment before curiosity got the better of him. He moved closer to the classroom Tony had entered, pressing his ear to the door.
"Effy, please…" Tony whispered in a panicked voice. "I’ll do anything, I'll protect you from parents, but you can’t tell anyone."
Maxxie's breath caught. He strained to hear more, but Tony's voice had dropped to a whisper, too quiet to make out the words.
A few seconds later the door opened and Maxxie stumbled backward, nearly colliding with Tony.
"Careful, man." Tony said, laughing nervously. Tony’s scent grew stronger, emphasizing his anxiety. "Were you eavesdropping, Maxxie? That’s not your style."
Maxxie blushed, his heart pounding. "I... no... it's not like that! I was just... going to class."
Tony raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. He stepped closer, invading Maxxie's space in a way that sent shivers down his spine. "Are you sure about that?"
"Yes. Totally." Maxxie swallowed, his thoughts swirling in his head.
For a moment they simply stared at each other, the air between them filled with something unspoken. Then Tony smirked and took a step back.
"Okay, Maxxie. I have to go now, better forget if you heard anything." The alpha said before turning on his heel and walking away, leaving the blonde stunned.
Tony is hiding something. But what?
...
Later that day, their entire group of friends were sitting on the lawn in front of the school, as they usually did.
Tony was acting normal, but Maxxie saw him avoiding his gaze.
"Tomorrow my parents won’t be home. What do you say to having a party?" Cassie suggested with a smile.
"I’m in!" Chris perked up at the sound of the word party.
The others liked the idea too. Everyone except Tony.
"I’m out." Tony said flatly.
"You? Tony Stonem? Turning down a party? That’s not like you." Jal said, surprised.
"I just have something to do, okay?!" Tony snapped nervously.
"This is about Effy, right? Did she mess something up again?" Michelle asked, worried.
"Effy? No, that’s not it…" He trailed off, standing up. "I don’t have to explain everything to you."
Everyone looked at him in confusion as Tony walked away.
"Oh wow… that’s kind of weird." Cassie laughed nervously.
"That’s fucking weird." Chris agreed.
Maxxie looked at Michelle, who was just as worried as he was. He wondered if she knew what was going on with Tony.
After all, she’d mentioned Effy and she was the one who knew the alpha’s secrets.
Still, Maxxie didn’t have the courage to ask her about it.
...
Fortunately, Sid managed to convince Tony to go to Cassie’s party.
The party was already in full swing when Maxxie arrived. Music thumped through the walls of Cassie’s house, and the air was thick with the mingled scents of alphas, betas, and omegas.
He scanned the room, spotting Sid near the kitchen, laughing with Cassie sitting on his lap. Tony was nowhere to be seen.
Maxxie grabbed a drink and leaned against the wall, trying to look relaxed. His gaze kept drifting toward the door, waiting. Finally, it opened, and Tony walked in, looking uncomfortable.
His usual confidence had been replaced by a tense, almost cautious posture. Sid clapped him on the back, saying something that earned a forced laugh from Tony but even from across the room, Maxxie could tell it hadn’t reached his eyes.
He watched as Tony made his way to a corner of the room, leaning against the wall as if he wanted to disappear.
What’s going on with him?, Maxxie wondered, curiosity gnawing at him from the inside.
He considered going over, finding an excuse to talk, but before he could move, Michelle appeared, wrapping an arm around Tony’s waist and pulling him into the crowd.
Maxxie forced himself to look away, slowly sipping his drink. Minutes passed, and he found himself glancing toward Tony more often than he’d care to admit. Something was definitely wrong. Tony’s movements were stiff, his smile far too forced.
And then, halfway through the night, he disappeared.
Maxxie’s heart skipped a beat. He set his drink down and began pushing through the crowd, scanning faces. Where did he go?
He checked the kitchen, the backyard, even the bathroom - nothing. Finally, he noticed a door ajar at the end of the hallway.
It led to a small, dimly lit room - a guest room, judging by the look of it.
He carefully opened the door, and there he was. Tony sat on the edge of the bed, head bowed, breathing heavily. His scent hit Maxxie like a wave - warm, sweet, nothing like Tony’s usual smell at all.
Maxxie froze in the doorway, his thoughts racing. This can’t be true.
Tony looked up, his blue eyes widening in panic.
"Maxxie…" He said tensely. "What are you doing here?"
Maxxie stepped inside, closing the door behind him. "Tony… what’s going on?"
Tony shook his head, gripping the edge of the bed tightly. "I told Sid I didn’t want to come." He muttered. "But he wouldn’t listen."
"Are you… sick?" Maxxie asked cautiously, though he already knew the answer.
Tony let out a bitter laugh. "Something like that."
Silence fell over the room for a moment, broken only by Tony’s shaky breathing. Then Maxxie stepped closer, his voice gentle. "You know I’d never judge you, right?"
Tony shot him a look, searching his face for any sign of deceit. "You don’t understand." He said quietly. "I’m an omega… not some awesome alpha, just a regular fucking omega."
The beta smiled faintly. So Tony had been an omega all along.
"You know, being an omega isn’t that bad. Cassie’s an omega, and she and Sid are happy." Maxxie tried to comfort him, but Tony scoffed at the remark.
"Not that bad? It’s horrible. It’s the worst thing that can happen to you!" He broke off, tears welling in his blue eyes as he looked at Maxxie. "Besides, you’re a beta anyway, you have no idea how hard it is to be an omega."
Maxxie felt stung by the words, but he knew Tony was right. He didn’t know what it was like to be an omega.
"You’re right. I don’t." Maxxie said softly, kneeling beside Tony. He gently placed a hand on the omega’s shoulder, making Tony flinch.
"No one can find out about it. No one. Not even Michelle." Tony met his gaze, and Maxxie felt a sharp ache in his chest at the sound of the other beta’s name.
"Your secret is safe with me." Maxxie forced a small smile, wanting Tony to feel better.
Tony looked at him, vulnerability flickering in his eyes. For a moment, it felt as though the world had stopped, leaving only the two of them. Hesitantly, Maxxie reached out, his fingers brushing Tony’s wrist. The touch sent a jolt through them both.
Then Tony abruptly pulled away, his expression hardening. "You should go back to the party." He said flatly.
Maxxie blinked, startled. "Tony…"
"Please." The word was sharp, final.
Maxxie took a step back, a mix of frustration and worry tightening in his chest.
"Alright." He said slowly. "But if you need anything, you can always count on me."
Tony didn’t respond, just turned his head away, jaw clenched. Maxxie lingered for a moment longer before finally slipping out of the room. As he walked down the hallway, questions and emotions swirled in his mind. He’s an omega.
The realization was overwhelming, but at the same time, it explained so much - the secrecy, the tension, the sense that Tony was always hiding something.
When he reached the living room, Sid noticed him and waved. "There you are! Where’s Tony?"
Maxxie forced a smile. "He… said he needed some air."
Sid frowned. "Weird. He’s been acting strange all night."
"Yeah." Maxxie agreed weakly. His thoughts were still back in that room with Tony.
As the night went on, it became harder and harder for Maxxie to focus on the party around him. Every laugh, every conversation felt distant and insignificant compared to what he’d just discovered.
He saw Tony saying goodbye to everyone but he didn’t even look at Maxxie. Then he left, without a word.
And when Maxxie finally slipped away from the crowd and left Cassie’s house himself, one thought echoed relentlessly in his mind:
I need to see him again.
He didn’t have a plan, or even a clear idea of what he wanted to say to Tony - he just knew he couldn’t run from it. Not now. The cool night air brushed against his shoulders.
He stood outside Cassie’s house, the noise of the party muffled by distance and the crisp night air. His mind was a whirlwind, replaying that moment in that damn room over and over again.
Tony’s scent. It was faint, almost imperceptible, yet it lingered in his memory like a ghost. Sweet, soft, and completely wrong for Tony. His stomach twisted with a mix of curiosity and something he couldn’t quite name.
He didn’t even realize he was walking until the sound of his footsteps echoed through the quiet streets. Dim streetlights cast long shadows as he headed toward Tony’s house. He didn’t know why he was going there.
Maybe it was the pull of the secret, or maybe it was the way Tony had looked at him - so vulnerable, desperate, and real. Maxxie had never seen Tony like that before.
This wasn’t the Tony who strutted through the school halls like he owned them, not the Tony who could charm anyone with a single smirk. This wasn’t him…
When he reached Tony’s house, the windows were dark except for a single light upstairs. He hesitated for a moment, then pulled out his phone and sent a quick text: "Can we talk?"
The reply came almost immediately: "I’ll come down."
A few seconds later, the front door opened and Tony stepped outside, his tall figure outlined by the faint light from inside.
His scent hit Maxxie instantly. It was softer, warmer, and Maxxie felt a tightness in his chest.
"What the fuck are you doing here, Maxxie?" Tony asked irritably.
"I couldn’t just leave it like that." Maxxie said, stepping closer. "Not after… you know."
Tony sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Look, I don’t know what you think, but-"
"Tony…" Maxxie interrupted softly. "You’re really important to me."
Tony froze, his eyes locked on Maxxie. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then Tony turned away, his shoulders tense. "You shouldn’t have come here."
"Tony, I think that-" Before he could finish, the brunette grabbed him by the collar.
"Don’t you dare tell anyone about this! This is none of your business." Maxxie flinched at the sharpness of Tony’s voice.
"I know, but-" He broke off again.
"Shut up, Maxxie! I’m a fucking alpha, understand!? Get that through your head!" Tony’s grip on Maxxie’s shirt tightened.
Their faces were so close that Maxxie could feel the omega’s breath on his skin.
"And now get the fuck out of here and keep your mouth shut!" Tony shoved him away with all his strength.
...
The next day, Maxxie couldn’t focus. Tony didn’t show up at school, and the absence gnawed at him like an itch he couldn’t scratch.
When the final bell rang, Maxxie was a bundle of nerves. He slung his backpack over his shoulder and stepped into the crisp afternoon air, only to be stopped by his phone buzzing in his pocket. He pulled it out, his heart pounding when he saw the name on the screen - Tony.
He answered quickly, pressing the phone to his ear. "Tony? Where are you? I was so-"
"Maxxie." Tony’s voice cut him off, low and tense. There was an edge to it, a rawness that sent shivers down Maxxie’s spine. "I need… I need your help."
Maxxie froze, gripping the phone tighter. "What happened?"
Tony hesitated, breathing short and uneven. "I’m… I’m in heat."
The words hit Maxxie like a punch to the gut. Heat. Of course. It explained everything - the scent he’d noticed in that room at Cassie’s party.
"Where are you?" Maxxie asked calmly, despite the storm raging inside him.
"At home." Tony replied, almost pleading. "Please… just come over."
Maxxie didn’t need to be told twice. He hung up and practically ran to Tony’s house, his thoughts racing. When he arrived, his heart was pounding.
He knocked softly, not wanting to draw attention, but no one answered. After a moment of hesitation, he pressed down on the handle. The door was unlocked.
He stepped inside, surrounded by the familiar scent of Tony’s house. This time, though, something was different - something sweeter, more musky. At first it was faint, but as he moved deeper inside, it grew stronger, wrapping around him like a vise.
His body reacted instinctively, a wave of warmth spreading through him as he followed the scent to Tony’s bedroom.
The door was slightly ajar, and Maxxie gently pushed it open. The sight that greeted him stole his breath.
Tony lay on the bed, shirtless, his skin slick with sweat. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and his blue eyes met Maxxie’s gaze. The usual confidence in them was gone, replaced by something raw and vulnerable.
"You came…" Tony murmured hoarsely.
Maxxie stepped inside, closing the door behind him. "Of course I did."
He approached the bed carefully, his pulse quickening with every step. The scent in the room was overwhelming now - sweet and intoxicating. It took everything he had to stay grounded.
"How long has this been going on?" Maxxie asked softly.
Tony shook his head weakly. "Since last night. I thought I could handle it on my own, but…" He trailed off, gripping the bedsheet as another wave of heat washed over him.
Maxxie sat on the edge of the bed, staring at Tony’s face. "Why didn’t you tell me sooner?"
Tony let out a shaky breath, his gaze dropping to the mattress. "I didn’t want you to see me like this. Weak…"
"You’re not weak." Maxxie said firmly. He reached out, brushing a damp lock of hair from Tony’s forehead. The touch sent a jolt through both of them, and Tony gasped softly as he looked up at Maxxie.
"Maxxie…" Tony whispered, barely audible.
Maxxie’s heart ached at the desperation in his voice. He leaned closer, their faces inches apart. "Let me help you."
Tony searched his eyes for a moment, then nodded uncertainly. Maxxie didn’t hesitate. He cupped Tony’s cheek, his thumb brushing over warm skin. Tony trembled at the touch, his eyes falling shut as he leaned into it.
Maxxie couldn’t resist any longer. He leaned down, pressing his lips to Tony’s in a slow, hesitant kiss. Tony responded immediately, lifting his hands to grip Maxxie’s arms, deepening the kiss as his tongue brushed against his lips. The heat between them was electric, their bodies drawn together as if by some invisible force.
Tony’s hands slid lower, down Maxxie’s back, pulling him closer until their chests touched. Maxxie felt Tony’s heart racing, the warmth of his skin seeping through their clothes.
"Maxxie." Tony whispered against his lips, his voice trembling. "I… I need-"
"Shh." Maxxie cut him off gently, kissing along Tony’s jaw. "I’ll help you."
His hands moved to Tony’s waist, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of his trousers. Tony tensed for a moment, then relaxed into the touch, his breath hitching as Maxxie’s fingers brushed sensitive skin.
But then Tony suddenly pulled back, eyes wide with panic. "Wait." He gasped, shaking his head. "We can’t… I can’t let anyone find out."
Maxxie froze, his hands still resting on Tony’s hips. "No one will." He said quietly, holding Tony’s gaze. "I promise."
Tony looked at him for a long moment, then slowly nodded. "Okay." He whispered.
Maxxie leaned in again, capturing Tony’s lips in another kiss - slower this time, more deliberate. Tony melted into it, his hands tangling in Maxxie’s hair as their bodies pressed together once more.
But just as Maxxie was about to completely pull off Tony’s shirt, a loud knock on the front door echoed through the house, breaking the moment.
The knocking reverberated through the entire house, but Tony didn’t pull away. His lips were still pressed to Maxxie’s, his breath hot and desperate against his mouth. Maxxie hesitated, still gripping Tony’s hips, unsure whether to stop or continue.
"Ignore it." Tony whispered in a trembling yet firm voice. His hands slid down Maxxie’s back, pulling him closer until their bodies were pressed together with no space between them.
The heat radiating from Tony was unmistakable, and Maxxie felt it now - sweet and intoxicating, like honey mixed with something sharp, almost dizzying. It was the scent of an omega, and it made Maxxie’s head spin.
"Tony." Maxxie murmured against his lips, his heart pounding wildly. "Are you sure? Someone-"
"I don’t care." Tony cut him off in a quiet, urgent voice. He grabbed Maxxie’s wrist and guided his hand lower, slipping it beneath the waistband of his trousers. "I need you. Now."
Maxxie held his breath as his fingers brushed over Tony’s slick, soaked skin. He was so wet, so ready, and the sensation sent a jolt of arousal straight through him. He had never felt anything like it before - soft, warm, and impossibly tempting. Tony let out a soft moan into his mouth, thrusting his hips forward as if begging for more.
The knocking came again, louder this time, but neither of them paid it any attention. Maxxie deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against Tony’s as his fingers explored further, tracing the wetness coating Tony’s entrance.
Tony gasped, his body shuddering as Maxxie teased him, circling his fingers just enough to make him moan.
"Please." Tony whispered, his voice breaking. "Don’t stop."
Maxxie didn’t stop. He slowly slipped one finger inside, feeling how tight and hot Tony was around him.
Tony moaned softly, resting his forehead against Maxxie’s shoulder as his body arched in response to the touch. Maxxie added a second finger, curling it slightly until he found the spot that made Tony gasp and clench around him.
"Oh God." Tony whispered in a shaking voice. His hands fisted in Maxxie’s shirt, pulling him even closer as his hips moved in rhythm with Maxxie’s fingers. "It feels so good."
Maxxie could feel Tony’s slick coating his hand, running down his wrist as he worked him open. The scent filled the room, heavy and sweet, driving him mad. He kissed Tony’s neck, lightly nipping at the sensitive skin just below his jawline, and felt Tony tremble.
"You’re so wet." Maxxie murmured, his voice rough with desire. "You like this, don’t you?"
Tony let out a breathless, broken laugh, his breathing uneven as Maxxie’s fingers pressed deeper. "You know me so well."
Another knock followed, this time more insistent. From outside came a voice - Michelle’s voice, but neither of them paid it any attention.
Tony was already too exhausted, his body trembling with every movement of Maxxie’s fingers. Maxxie felt him tightening, getting closer, and couldn’t stop himself from teasing him even more.
"You’re close, aren’t you?" Maxxie whispered, nibbling at Tony’s earlobe. "I can feel it."
Tony nodded frantically, digging his nails into Maxxie’s shoulders. "Yes… yes, please…"
Maxxie pressed harder, curling his fingers just right, and Tony came. His body went taut, then shuddered in waves of pleasure as he spilled over Maxxie’s hand. The sound he made - low and guttural, was enough to make desire ache painfully inside Maxxie.
When Tony finally relaxed, panting heavily against Maxxie’s neck, Maxxie slowly withdrew his fingers, savoring the shiver that ran through Tony. He lifted his slick hand to his mouth, licking the sweetness from his fingers without taking his eyes off him.
Tony watched him, his eyes dark with desire. "Fuck." He whispered hoarsely.
Before Maxxie could respond, Michelle’s voice cut through the door again, sharper this time. "Tony! Open up!"
Tony groaned, burying his face in Maxxie’s neck. "She’s not going to leave."
Maxxie gave a crooked smile, his hand sliding down to grip Tony’s hip. "Let her wait."
Tony’s hands trembled as he fumbled with the button of Maxxie’s jeans, his breathing short and uneven. The knocking grew louder, Michelle’s voice more urgent, but Tony didn’t care.
He focused entirely on Maxxie - on the way his breath brushed his skin, on how his scent, so calming and natural yet edged with something darker, wrapped around him like a promise.
"Tony…" Maxxie began in a low, uncertain voice, but Tony shook his head, his eyes locking onto Maxxie with an intensity that made his knees go weak.
"Shut up." Tony murmured, sharp but not unkind. In one quick motion, he tugged Maxxie’s jeans down, revealing his hardness straining against the fabric of his boxers. Tony didn’t waste any time. He pulled them aside, saliva pooling in his mouth at the sight of Maxxie fully exposed before him.
Maxxie let out a trembling breath, instinctively tangling his hands in Tony’s hair as the alpha - no, the omega, knelt in front of him. Tony’s lips brushed the tip of his cock, and Maxxie moaned, the sound swallowed by the pounding on the door.
Michelle’s voice cut through the haze of desire for a brief moment. "Tony! I know you’re in there!"
Tony ignored her, his tongue sliding out to lick the tip of Maxxie’s cock. Maxxie’s hips jerked forward instinctively, a desperate moan tearing from his throat as Tony took him into his mouth - hot, wet, and perfect.
"Fuck." Maxxie gasped, his fingers tightening in Tony’s hair. "Tony… oh God…"
Tony hummed around him, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through Maxxie’s body. His tongue wrapped around the head, teasing before sinking lower, taking more of him into his mouth.
The knocking on the door faded away, and Maxxie lost himself completely in the sensation. Tony’s mouth, his tongue, his hand - it was all too much and not enough at the same time. He felt the pressure building in his gut, tightening more and more with every movement of Tony’s lips.
"I’m close." Maxxie warned in a trembling voice. "Tony… fuck… I’m so close…"
Tony didn’t stop. If anything, he intensified his efforts, his movements growing more urgent, more desperate. His free hand reached up to grip Maxxie’s hip, holding him firmly in place.
Maxxie’s back arched as he came, a choked groan tearing from his throat as he spilled into Tony’s mouth. Tony moaned around him, swallowing every drop, his body trembling with need.
When it was over, Tony pulled back, looking up at Maxxie through half-lidded eyes as a bead of cum slid from the corner of his swollen lips. He wiped it away with a smirk, licking his fingers clean, while his other hand drifted down to slip into his trousers.
Maxxie was still catching his breath when Tony stood up, his face flushed and his erection straining against the front of his jeans. He grabbed Maxxie by the wrist and pulled him closer until their bodies were pressed tightly together.
"Your turn." Tony whispered, his voice rough and full of promise.
Maxxie’s eyes widened as Tony kissed him fiercely. The taste of his body, still lingering on Tony’s tongue, sent another surge of arousal through him, even though he had only just come moments ago.
Tony’s hands were everywhere - tangled in his hair, roaming over his chest, sliding down his back to grab his ass and pull him even closer.
The knocking at the door had stopped, but neither of them noticed. They were far too consumed by each other - by the heat between them, by the desperate need that had been building for so long and had finally found release.
Tony pulled back just enough to peel off his shirt, revealing the lean muscles of his chest and stomach. His scent - usually hidden beneath heavy cologne, was unmistakable now. Sweet and intoxicating, it filled the room and made Maxxie’s head spin.
Maxxie reached out, his fingers brushing over Tony’s bare skin as he leaned in to kiss his neck. Tony shuddered, a soft moan slipping from his lips when Maxxie’s teeth grazed the sensitive spot where his scent gland was.
"Maxxie…" Tony whispered, his hands tightening on Maxxie’s hips. "Don’t stop."
Maxxie didn’t need to be told twice. He trailed kisses down Tony’s chest, nipping and licking at his skin, until he couldn’t resist leaning down and slowly licking a stripe from the base all the way to the tip.
Tony cursed under his breath as Maxxie took him into his mouth.
"You want more?" The words slipped out of Tony almost pleadingly, before he moaned loudly as Maxxie swallowed.
Maxxie gave him everything without hesitation or warning, sinking down so deep he thought he might choke.
For several long minutes that seemed to stretch far beyond time itself, there was no sound but the wet, obscene noises echoing around them, broken only by the occasional low groans exchanged between the two men, completely lost in their shared passion.
Finally, after what felt like hours, Tony let out a loud gasp, staring down - sweat gleaming on every inch of him above the waist as he panted heavily, trying, and failing, to regain control, mostly thanks to the relentless stimulation still being expertly applied elsewhere, doing wonders in ways that were completely unexpected and yet overwhelmingly arousing.