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Stefan was a mess.
He was lying back with open legs and his boyfriend was on top of him. Klaus' hands were wrapped around Stefan's wrists and he was pinning them to the bed. He was sucking gently at the nape of Stefan's neck, occasionally scrapping his teeth across the sensitive skin. Stefan arched, desperate for more.
Klaus bit him and squeezed his wrists.
"I'm sorry," Stefan said between gasps. Klaus was not satisfied - he kept the pressure on Stefan's wrists and laid painful bites all over Stefan's throat.
My alpha is disciplining me, Stefan thought wildly. It was terrible because Stefan wanted nothing more than to be a good and obedient omega to the man pressing him into the mattress. "I'm sorry." Tears stung behind his eyes. Klaus was using his incredible power to teach a lesson to the helpless teenager trapped beneath him. Stefan opened his mouth to continue to plead, but the only thing that came out were sounds of pain.
Klaus lifted his head but kept his punishing grip around Stefan's wrists. "I told you to lie still."
Stefan nodded and swallowed against his bruised neck.
Klaus leaned down and bit at him a few more times; Stefan accepted the punishment without resistance.
"Good boy," Klaus said, his lips gently brushing against Stefan's tender skin on his throat. He released his hold on Stefan's wrists.
"I'm sorry," Stefan said and closed his eyes as tightly as he could, "I'm sorry."
Klaus kissed the corner of his lips before saying, "Open your eyes, love."
Stefan didn't want to face his alpha so soon after disappointing him. Nevertheless, he obeyed. Klaus looked amused and kind; it was a relief.
"I'm not angry," Klaus said and pressed another quick kiss on Stefan's lips. "I've never had you like this." He rolled his hips to make his point. Pleased, Stefan let out a soft noise.
Klaus had him pressed against walls and bent over furniture. But he'd never had Stefan on a bed on his back with open legs, all but ready for the penetration he was made for.
"I know this is hard," Klaus said, carding his hand through Stefan's hair. "Your submission would be meaningless if it was easy." He kissed the crown of Stefan's forehead and down the side of his face. He pressed him down on the bed with just enough pressure so that Stefan could feel it. "You will need my correction constantly, especially at first."
Stefan wanted to hide his face.
"It's perfectly normal, Stefan," Klaus said.
Stefan clenched his fists and said, "I wish I was better."
Klaus laughed and kissed him very firmly. "That would be very boring, sweetheart. A boring mate is the last thing I want."
Stefan felt a little better. But still. "I'm sorry."
"I know," Klaus said. He brushed his thumb across Stefan's bottom lip. "Make it up to me by lying still." He rolled his hips several times. "Focus on my pleasure and disregard your own."
Klaus returned to Stefan's freshly disciplined neck with his teeth and lips. It was not entirely unpleasant. He took hold of Stefan's wrists once more and pinned them back down on the bed. He was not gentle with his grip but Stefan forced himself to ignore how much it hurt. It was his own fault that the mounting had become painful.
Then Klaus began to move his hips. His cock was thick and hard against Stefan's inner thighs and Stefan longed for the day they were both naked. He wanted Klaus inside of him. It didn't matter if Stefan got release so long as Klaus got the heat and friction he needed from Stefan.
Stefan knew Klaus had already had many omegas beneath him before Stefan, so he was not surprised at his control. His thrusts were steady and firm while Stefan wanted nothing more than to thrust frantically. The attention he paid to Stefan's neck had a lazy quality to it, as if the whimpering form beneath him wasn't causing him undo distress.
Stefan's body hummed with the knowledge that Klaus had so much experience, had such complete command over their coupling.
"Very good," Klaus said, husky, and began to kiss Stefan with an invasive quality. His thrusts became faster, harder. He dominated Stefan and took the pleasure he was owed as an alpha from Stefan's prone form.
*
Stefan was opening the refrigerator in order to get out stuff to make dinner when Damon walked into the kitchen.
"How was your day?" Stefan asked and then he froze. The smell of Damon's rage was so potent, Stefan could hardly breathe.
"Not as good as yours," Damon said, grabbing Stefan's by the arm and jerked him around so they were face to face. He began to unbutton Stefan's shirt, revealing the bruises Klaus had left on his skin. "Nice try on covering it up. But I can smell him on you."
"You said Klaus could kiss me," Stefan said, feeling himself flush.
Damon jerked away from him. He walked over to the refrigerator and slammed it shut. "The scent of his release is all over you. Do you think a shower can cover that up?" Stefan pulled at his damp hair self consciously. "He marked you."
"I - "
"Shut up," Damon snarled. "Go to Father's study."
"Damon - "
Damon stalked over to Stefan. "Do. Not. Test. Me."
Stefan fled.