"God...you're drenched..."
Arthur swallowed hard when he took off Eugene's pants, staring at the trickling slick down the fair thigh. He inhaled deeply and fuck—it smelled so divine. And yet, it was different from a heat. There was something more refreshing and less cloying than his omega's pheromone during heat.
Would it...taste different?
"No—" Eugene grasped the alpha's hair before Arthur's head dipped further. Those warm honey eyes had almost turned black from how dilated the alpha's pupils were. Just from that look alone, he knew what Arthur wanted to do. "Not now..."
"Not now?"
Arthur almost frowned in disappointment, but Eugene yanked the alpha's waistband with his heel. "Y-you...always took so long doing that," he bit his lips in annoyance.
