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After arriving at the nightclub with his girlfriend, he had decided to leave her alone BECAUSE FUCK WOMEN (not my legitimate opinion)and then as he walked to the bathroom he bumped into his one and only -- Andrew Tate.
As they collided into each other all his ovaries inside his voluptuous booty shivered with pleasure just by the mere presence of him. Andrew's arm immediately jumped to hold him up from falling to the ground and as he spoke his voice was deep, husky and raspy, “Careful there fellow maximum alpha sexist, racist, homophobic, ableist, transphobic most definitely straight and not an omega with sweet sweet ovaries that I will later pollinate male. Wouldn't want a delicate flower like yours falling to the floor and into a deep coma because of how fragile your masculinity is.”
The main character observed all of the other man's features, blinking slowly almost....seductively. Andrew felt flustered, he had never met an omega--I mean alpha male like him before, his scent was driving him crazy and he could feel himself losing grasp...BUT NO!
Being gay is A CHOICE and a sin…but sin lives at night just as Ashton hall said once. Although……it is night…Regarless, he wont be making that decision...but maybe...just maybe he can hold this little secret flower all to himself. The mc felt it as well but he acted sooner than Andrew did.
He pushed the other man off of himself as well as stopping the possibility of him marking his scent glands immediately, and as if nothing had happened, he pushed past him. Andrew couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed and downcast, it wasnt every day he was rejected like this, especially by a man.
Even after he had deciphered the man's body language and scent he still decided to follow him into the bathroom, looking around just in case someone else was there and quickly pushed him to the nearest wall. Arms pinned far above his head and the height differences very prominent.
The main character let out a gasp -- shocked that he had the audacity to do something like that even after the alpha male laws had been put in place. “What are you doing?!”, he exclaimed as if disgusted by Andrew's actions but in reality he was lusting after him just as much as Andrew. “Oh come on, don't act like you don't want this” His voice was small even though he had the other alpha pinned to the wall and was asserting his dominance, he was holding onto every fibre of dignity and self control in his body but it just didn't seem to work.
The omega-I mean alpha male's scent was intoxicating him, it was so musky, clean and crisp,...powdery and fruity? He wanted to take him right then and there but he didn't. He wasn't going to submit himself to the devil...at least not in a public area. The MC stuttered for a few seconds before giving in, noticing how Andrew was basically drooling over him “Of course I do, but”, his voice wavered, “it's wrong. Men are supposed to love women which means treating them like objects! But...I cant resist you either. I admire you because you're such a sigma male and I would love to see how much of that manliness I can withstand in bed. But we shant! It's against the lord and the law”, the bottom spoke matter of factly and referred his gaze to the ground.
He loved the other man already just from bumping into him and watching his podcast and being ignored by him whenever they hung out. He always thought his voice was melodic but here -- all alone and in person? It made him feel like a million stars were on the brink of collapsing in on themselves, crushing under extreme gravity, into a supernova where the shell goes in and bounces against the collapsing core which leads to an explosion extraordinarily bright with two and possibly more outcomes.
Andrew didn't want to hear it, he just wanted to pick him up and carry him somewhere private and mark him, over and over again. So he pushed his body flush to the wall and made out with him, it was steamy and messy but both of them loved it. The Big Alpha male found it endearing that the MC only knew how to do kitten licks and that he couldn't hold long kisses.
As Andrew let go of the other man, gasping for air that was already in his lungs because of how short their makeout sesh was, the omega had pulled him into one of the stalls and that's where the fun of their night truly had started.