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Gifts of the Sabbath (Part 2)

TerzOmega ~ Smut below the cut

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Chapter 1 Ao3 Version

Omega gives Terzo roses. Terzo gives Omega... something else.

When they finally made it to the bedside after what felt like an eternity, Omega was allowed to sit up on his knees. Omega could see that there was another black box waiting for them on the bed. He swallowed hard; Terzo had been scheming. Omega felt antsy.

“These seem to have gotten awfully tight,” Terzo said, gesturing to his black lace panties. He was right. Terzo’s bulge was straining hard against the fabric, the seams protesting. “I think I’ll need your help getting them off, amore.” His voice was positively dripping with lust. Omega eagerly reached up to remove them, but Terzo moved to stop him, tutting. 

“Not with your hands.” Terzo smiled down at him wickedly. Omega whimpered. He tried his best to do as he was told. He grabbed at the lace with his teeth, taking great care not to accidentally graze Terzo’s skin with his fangs or rip the delicate material. It was a frustrating process, and Omega was surprised to find the humiliation welcoming. He could feel the heat coming off of Terzo, could smell the vanilla on his skin. Finally Omega freed Terzo’s hips and allowed the underwear to shimmy down his legs, Terzo kicking them off haphazardly. Terzo stood at attention, reddened and glistening with precum. Omega salivated at the sight. Omega moved to grab him, but again Terzo stopped him.

“Ah ah, not yet, bello. I have one more gift for you. That was practice.” Practice for what? Terzo sat on the bed, reaching back behind him for the black box. Omega could see that there were multiple objects in the box, but couldn’t make out what they were. What Terzo pulled out, though, was a pair of pink, fuzzy handcuffs. Omega’s stomach dropped. He didn’t know if his body could handle all of this in one day.

“Will you wear these? Is that ok?” Terzo asked, speaking softly, looking at him directly. Omega nodded before he could even get the question out. Terzo knelt down behind him, securing his arms together. The cuffs just barely fit, but they didn’t dig into his skin. They were flimsy; he could easily break them if he wanted to. No real danger, should anything happen. He could work with this. 

Terzo sat back down on the bed, leaning back on his palms. Omega inched closer to him on his knees, face pleading. Omega was so close to Terzo that he could almost taste him, but he waited. Terzo smiled fondly at him and nodded. “Go ahead.”

Unable to use his hands, Omega caught Terzo with his mouth. He closed his eyes and hummed, savoring the taste. He trailed his forked tongue over veins and swirled around the tip, making sure to be careful of his fangs. Terzo moaned low and grabbed the back of Omega’s head with one hand. Omega was throbbing, already hard again. He worked Terzo, wanting to hear more of his beautiful noises. But just as those noises were growing louder, Terzo tugged at Omega’s hair, asking him to pull away. Omega was disappointed, but listened, spit trailing as he released him. 

“You’ve had your taste, amore. Now, on the bed. Up,” Terzo directed, catching his breath, running a finger along the underside of Omega’s jaw. He helped Omega stand on shaky legs. Once he was situated at the foot of the bed, Terzo did something he wasn’t expecting. He tied Omega’s leash to the intricate wrought iron bedframe, giving him about a foot of slack. Enough to sit comfortably, but not enough to reach any further on the bed. At the other end of the bed in front of him was a stack of pillows. Terzo proceeded to situate himself on them, propping himself up. Omega had a spectacular view of everything. Especially his face. 

Omega could be in for more than he bargained for.

Terzo gave himself a few quick strokes, then opened the black box beside him and pulled out a bottle. He made a show of spreading his legs for Omega, running his hands up his inner thighs. Terzo coated his fingers with lube and slipped one inside, sighing with relief. He stared directly at Omega as he fingered himself, eye contact growing so intense that Omega wanted to look away, but he couldn’t; he was entranced. Omega’s face and chest were flushed a dark purple. Terzo threw his head back with a groan as he added a second finger, thrusting slowly. He started curling his fingers upwards, massaging his prostate. Precum dripped onto Terzo’s stomach. Omega whined at the sight, his own cock aching and dripping onto the bed.

Terzo withdrew, apparently satisfied with his preparation. What was he preparing for when Omega was restrained at the other end of the bed, though? Omega was getting more anxious by the second.

Terzo opened the black box again, this time pulling out a toy: a large purple dildo with a flared base. Omega’s heart sank as Terzo lubed up the toy, looking at him as he stroked it teasingly. Omega’s cock jumped and he felt a twinge of jealousy; it should be him getting all that attention. At least Omega was bigger than the toy, he thought to himself.

Terzo lay back again, legs spread even wider this time. The collar began to feel tighter and more restrictive by the second. Terzo hissed as he inserted the tip. His face contorted in pleasure as he slowly pushed the toy inside, moaning. Omega strained against the leash, choking himself in his need to get closer. He was lightheaded as he watched Terzo fuck himself. His thrusts started long and slow, nearly pulling all the way out on each stroke. Terzo let out a dreamy sigh, again looking Omega directly in the eyes. Omega’s cock was weeping.

As Terzo’s speed built, so did the heat inside of Omega. He felt like he could combust at any second. Terzo was moaning and sweating as he began to move his hips in time with his thrusts. Terzo’s free hand gripped the sheets, and then his cock. He pumped himself in time with his thrusts, his noises growing louder and more needy. Omega was huffing and sweating, desperate to touch Terzo, to be inside of him. He thought very seriously about breaking the handcuffs and untying himself, but he didn’t. He waited. He wanted to be good.

Suddenly Terzo stopped. He released himself and withdrew the toy. He caught his breath for a moment, and then he sat up. He crawled towards Omega. Omega’s heart raced impossibly faster. Terzo got close enough that Omega could feel the heat coming off of him. He was just barely out of reach, no matter how hard he tried. And he did try, nearly choking himself out in his need to touch Terzo. Terzo grinned down at Omega.

Terzo reached out and ran his fingers through Omega’s hair soothingly with one hand, furiously working himself with the other. Terzo was so close to Omega, right in front of his face. Omega’s wrists burned. All he had to do was break these flimsy cuffs and he could touch Terzo. His chest was heaving, he was on the verge of tears. Lucifer help him, he needed to touch Terzo–

Terzo suddenly grabbed Omega by one of his horns, yanking him down to be on level with his cock. Terzo threw his head back with a shamelessly loud moan and came across Omega’s face, bathing it in warmth. Omega started panting, salivating. His hands strained at the cuffs, trying with all of his might to stay still. To not break them. He trembled. Be good. Be good. Please be good. For Terzo. He was so hard that it hurt. A single tear rolled down his unmarred cheek.

Terzo released Omega, leaning back on his palms for a few moments to catch his breath. He was sweaty but glowing. Omega thought he looked positively radiant, and that mischievous twinkle had yet to leave his eyes. Another tear escaped. Omega was still aching to touch him. Terzo reached out and caressed Omega’s cheek. Omega leaned into his touch.

“Look at you, bello. You are so beautiful like this. Such a good boy.” Terzo praised. “My perfect ghoul.” Omega felt like he was going to pass out. Terzo drew his hand away from Omega’s face, one of his fingers coated with his own cum. Omega quickly caught the digit with his mouth before Terzo could withdraw, greedily sucking it clean. Omega distantly thought about all of the teasing he’d heard over the years from clergy members about ghouls going into heat like animals. This must be what that would feel like. He felt crazed, feral. Out of control.

Terzo chuckled at his desperation.

“You’ve been so good for your Papa,” he spoke softly. He reached down the bed and grabbed the bottle of lube, filling his palm. When he finally grabbed Omega’s cock after what had felt like hours of it begging to be touched, Omega almost came on the spot. He bit his tongue against a shout, a strangled sound escaping instead. Omega felt like he was going to vibrate out of his body as Terzo slicked him, praying for what was next. Terzo leaned forward to grace his cheek with a lingering kiss. Omega didn’t move, didn’t dare disobey and ruin his chance at relief.

“Now I’m going to uncuff you, and you’re going to stay still like a good boy. Do you understand?” Omega nodded enthusiastically. Terzo reached behind Omega and undid the cuffs, allowing them to fall onto the bed. Omega let his arms rest at his sides but didn’t move, frozen in place. Terzo looked Omega directly in the eyes, his hand on the clasp to remove the leash from the collar.

“You’ve been such a good ghoul,” Terzo repeated. “Such a good ghoul that I’m going to let you fuck me now. Is that what you want?” Omega whimpered and nodded, unable to find his voice. His breath was coming quick, almost hyperventilating. Terzo undid the leash, leaving the pink collar on Omega’s neck but freeing him from the bedframe. 

Omega immediately pounced on him, pushing him back onto the bed and wedging himself between Terzo’s thighs. When he entered Terzo, it was with a cry from both of them, Omega’s of relief, Terzo’s of overstimulation. Omega looked at Terzo with concern in his eyes but found himself unable to speak. 

“Nnn, don’t stop,” Terzo hissed, wanting to reassure Omega. His legs drew up Omega’s sides to wrap around his waist. Terzo’s nails scored down Omega’s back. His teeth bit into Omega’s shoulder, muffling his noises.

Omega began to thrust hard, resting his head on Terzo’s shoulder and looking down between them. He saw that Terzo was miraculously hard again. He watched himself fuck Terzo, a mesmerizing rhythm of in and out, in and out. He thrust harder, seeing a bulge in Terzo’s stomach in response. He swallowed hard. On second thought, he shouldn’t watch if he wanted to be able to last. That might be out of the question anyway, he thought. He was slipping quickly towards the edge. He needed to make Terzo cum first. He needed it with every fiber of his being.

He propped himself up, reaching down to grab Terzo’s cock. Omega began furiously stroking, trying to catch Terzo up to where he was currently teetering. Terzo moaned loudly, throwing his head back and grinding down on Omega. Terzo clung to Omega’s for dear life. Terzo had always been a vocal lover, but Omega was more grateful now than ever that the papal suite was in a secluded wing of the building.

Omega attempted to reach out to Terzo with his quintessence, to connect their minds in his need to come together, but Terzo shook his head. 

“Too much,” was all he panted, unable to manage anything else. Terzo was probably right; he didn’t think he could hang on for much longer as it was. He gave a particularly hard thrust, hoping to finish Terzo off, but it wasn’t enough.

“Omega!” Terzo was spurred into crying. Omega had been good for far too long, he couldn’t hold it back anymore. Terzo knew that saying his name drove Omega wild. Omega came with a pained yell, unable to stop his body’s reaction. He gnashed his teeth, snarling as he rode out the wave, but it kept coming. He felt so good that it almost hurt. It seemed unending, until slowly, mercifully, it began to ebb away. Unable to support his weight anymore, he slumped down on top of Terzo. Terzo let him lay there for a few minutes, stroking his back affectionately until he really was struggling to breathe.

“Amore. You are crushing me,” he said reluctantly, not wanting to lose his weight. Seeming to just now remember where he was, Omega drew out of Terzo and rolled off of him. He curled up beside Terzo, his face against Terzo’s neck, kissing. Pleading.

“I’m sorry, mio amato. I couldn’t hold on any longer.” His voice was full of genuine guilt as he remembered his earlier need to make Terzo cum. His hand traveled down Terzo’s body to grasp his cock. “Terzo. My Terzo. Please forgive me.” He slid down to nestle his head in the crook of Terzo’s arm, laying on his shoulder. The game was back on. He turned his face to catch Terzo’s nipple, swirling and sucking as he pumped him. Terzo groaned, back arching. Omega propped himself up to better reach the rest of Terzo’s chest, gently kissing and biting his way across it. He zeroed in on the other nipple, giving it the same treatment, stroking Terzo all the while.

Terzo tugged on Omega’s hair, urging him to raise his head up to Terzo’s level. Omega almost wished that the leash was back, wanting to feel the tug on his throat instead. As though he knew what Omega was thinking, Terzo grabbed him by the gold ring on his collar. Omega relished the pressure. He pulled him forward until their lips met in a bruising kiss. Terzo’s other hand slid down his stomach, grazing Omega’s hand that was still working him. It continued down until he slipped two fingers inside himself, still stretched from Omega. He was slick with Omega’s cum, leaking out of him. Omega pulled away, needing to see. He couldn’t breathe. He wanted more, more, more, but his body was tapped out. So he watched, and pumped, as Terzo touched himself. Terzo curled his fingers expertly, his hips again moving in time with his hand.

“Omega,” Terzo whispered, repeating it over and over like a prayer, spreading his legs further. Omega’s cock twitched uselessly, and he growled in frustration. He was still mad at himself; he always tried to make sure they finished together. Why couldn’t he have lasted just a few minutes more? But then, he would’ve missed such a beautiful sight. 

Omega returned to Terzo’s nipple, still watching, unable to tear his eyes away. He pumped harder, faster, until Terzo’s breath was ragged. He kissed his way all the way up to Terzo’s ear, nipping. Omega was breathing heavily, too. He whispered encouragements and sweet nothings.

“Terzo… Mio amato… Please cum for me.” That did it. Terzo came across his own chest with an agonizing cry, orgasm tearing its way through his body. He shook hard, nearly sobbing, clutching desperately at Omega. Omega lapped up Terzo’s mess hungrily with his tongue. He cursed his own physical exhaustion; he never wanted this to end. He let his head rest on Terzo’s chest. When he could move again, Terzo rubbed Omega’s back, ran his hands through his hair.

“Come here,” Terzo ordered softly. When they were laying eye to eye, Terzo reached up and removed Omega’s collar. Omega’s neck felt sore. It must’ve been red and raw, because when Terzo saw the skin underneath, his eyes filled with guilt. “Oh, my poor, poor ghoul,” he said, placing several gentle kisses to his throat. Omega didn’t feel any pain, and wouldn’t have cared if he did. He was too blissfully happy to think about anything other than being in this moment with his husband.

“I am so sorry, mio caro. I got carried away, didn’t I?

“I’m fine, tesoro. Promise,” Omega assured him. He wasn’t quite ready to confess just how much he had enjoyed himself. Instead, he further tangled himself up in Terzo’s arms, basking in his warmth. After a few long minutes, Terzo tried to sit up, but Omega clung to him.

“Amore, I need to get up now,” Terzo said, voice gentle but firm. Omega reluctantly let him go. Omega felt even lonelier in Terzo’s absence than usual.

When Terzo returned it was with a warm, damp towel in hand. Tenderly he cleaned Omega up, peppering him with little kisses along the way. Omega let him finish before pulling him back down on the bed, eliciting a startled yelp from Terzo. He held Terzo close to his chest, nuzzling his face into Terzo’s hair and inhaling deeply. They stayed like that for so long that Omega almost fell asleep, until his stomach growled. He hadn’t eaten breakfast that morning. He had been so excited when he realized that he could spend the entire day with Terzo that he’d wasted no time getting ready. What time was it? Ugh. He didn’t want to know. The inevitable march of time just brought him closer to having to say goodbye. Terzo tried to get up, but Omega didn’t let him.

“Come on, amore, you’re hungry. Let me make us something,” Terzo said, trying again to sit. Omega relented. Terzo pushed up onto an elbow, gazing down at him. Omega leaned up to steal a kiss, but Terzo dodged him. “Let me take care of you.”

“You’re already taking care of me,” Omega said earnestly, looking up at him with big, soft eyes, pleading for Terzo to just stay in the bed with him. He took Terzo’s free hand and kissed his palm. Terzo carded a hand through Omega’s hair. He cupped Omega’s chin and planted a kiss on his cheek.

“I would love nothing more than to cuddle with you all day, amore, but one of us has to take charge. We aren’t in our 20s anymore, we cannot just fuck the day away. There is nothing wrong with taking a break.” Terzo stood, taking a particularly gratuitous stretch. “Besides, you need to keep up your strength,” Terzo winked.

Omega’s jaw fell slack for a second, a bolt of electricity shooting through him. He closed his eyes, composed his face, and took Terzo’s outstretched hand. Terzo got Omega’s dressing gown and retrieved his own from the sitting room floor. He tried to make Omega sit on the sofa and wait while he cooked for him, but Omega was having none of it. He followed him around the kitchen like a lost puppy. When Terzo had finally gathered everything he needed and was settled at the stove, Omega wrapped his arms around Terzo’s waist and rested his head on his shoulder. Terzo hummed happily.

When they had everything plated, Omega pulled his chair around to the other side of the table to sit shoulder-to-shoulder with Terzo. He was unwilling to allow more than an inch between them. They talked and joked as they ate, occasionally feeding each other in turns. When they were done, Omega helped Terzo with the dishes. Omega was in domestic bliss. This was such a rare taste of the life he craved with Terzo. That they craved together. Acknowledging the rarity threatened to turn it bittersweet, but he wouldn’t let it. No. Nothing was going to ruin today. This day was a gift, and he would treasure it as such.

After lunch, they both settled down on the sofa together. They started out sitting side by side, but at some point, Omega’s head had ended up in Terzo’s lap. Terzo ran a hand through Omega’s hair, reading to him. When they reached a natural stopping point, Terzo set the book aside and looked down at Omega. He took one of Omega’s hands in his own and threaded their fingers together before kissing the back of it.

“Thank you for being so good for me today. My ghoul,” Terzo said, eyes hooded. He gave Omega’s hand another kiss, and then another. Omega sucked in a breath. He sat up, careful not to bump Terzo’s nose. Their lips met in a tender kiss. When it broke, Omega rubbed at the back of his neck, staring at the ground sheepishly before asking:

“Can we, um… Can we do that again?”

Worth the Risk - Terzomega Oneshot

Smut. Minors DNI.

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Omega and Terzo have adult fun time for the first time.

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A/N - VERY CLICHE "sneaking into bedroom late at night" type shit but it's fun to write.

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The corridors of the ministry were uncannily silent during these hours of the night, or morning, considering it was in the AM. However, everyone was asleep at 1 AM, apart from Omega who cautiously clung to the dark gray walls as he traveled silently down the hall, his steps wide and quick. He would not have to travel far, as his own dorm was at the end of the Siblings hall, only a corner away from the elevator that led to the next floor where the Emeritus hall was located. Unfortunately, though, his destination was the last room, since his newly obtained partner was the youngest in the family and subsequently had his room created last.

Omega’s anxiety was almost tangible, coursing through his body in the form of quintessence that caused his veins to glow a faint white. It was covered in his nightwear mostly apart from his hands, his neck being too bulky to really show it. The crevasses in his horns emitted a soft, dark purple, the colors spiking as he slowed his pace past Secondo’s room. He was not as nervous about Primo. Primo was just as friendly towards the ghouls as Terzo was, yet it was still not a comforting thought for someone to know about his and Terzo’s secret affair. He debated for hours over the phone with Terzo about whether or not the risk was worth it, eventually caving to the temptation after receiving a suggestive image of Terzo’s neck and bare shoulders that were perfectly illuminated from the orange glow of his bedside lamp.

Omega just about broke into a sprint as he successfully made it past Secondo’s room, raising a shaking hand to knock on Terzo’s door. It would be their first entirely private meeting together, and there was no time for Omeg’s nerves to make him hesitate due to the secrecy of their relationship. They could not be caught by a wandering Sibling or Clergy member at any cost. Just as he knocked, the door squeaked open, and Terzo gently guided Omega in by latching onto his fingers and pulling him inside the room.

The room was very dark in nature. The walls were panted black, the bay window draped over with a lacy purple curtain. Black, purple and gold was the theme, which made perfect sense to Omega considering Terzo’s choice in papal attire. Omega was almost distracted by how beautifully the room was decorated, but snapped out of his admiration when the bed squeaked. He looked down at the shorter man, his heart dropping and face heating up in glowy purple blush as he realized what Terzo was wearing.

Lavender lingerie clung tightly to Terzo’s chest and hips, barely concealing his nipples, his bulge very apparent. He leaned back on his hands, his head cocked to the side as he crossed his legs, which were clothed with tight black stockings and garters strapped to his thighs. If the attire wasn’t enough to make Omega’s knees feel weak, then the slight pudge around the openings of the stockings and the way the garters dug into his delicately smooth thighs absolutely was. This was not visible in Terzo’s teasing photos he had sent his ghoul earlier.

The effect of Terzo’s unexpected choice of clothing made Omega’s knees wobble, and it took a simple snap of Terzo’s fingers and his index pointing downward for Omega to act as if his body was not his own, dropping down to sit on his knees. He moved forward, and gently put his clawed hands on Terzo’s knees, looking up at him, grateful that Terzo decided to take the lead. Terzo hummed in approval and arched his back, legs still crossed, exposing the curve in his lower belly and hips.

Feeling his calves, Omega found even the more muscular portions of Terzo’s body felt as dainty as he imagined those thighs and that abdomen would feel. To test his theory, Omega slid his palms upward, gripping his thighs with light pressure as Terzo uncrossed his legs. He found himself to be correct with a gentle gasp, Omega’s thick fingers dipping the skin around his thumbs, caressing with purpose. They were so silky, so smooth. An addictive feeling, the immediately developed emotional dependency causing him to push himself between his legs, rubbing up to his hips, to his waist, turning his head to leave kitten licks across his inner thigh.

”Cosí gentile, caro… Good ghoul.” Terzo sighed, his fingers now running through Omega’s white hair. Omega’s fingers climbed up to his bralette, slipping under the fabric and gliding over his pink nipples, causing Terzo to twitch and shiver.

Omega lifted upwards, still on his knees. He began kissing up his thighs, approaching dangerously close to his sensitive areas, skipping over it to plant his lips on his stomach. His hands slid to his sides, to his back, and then back to his hips, kneading his fingertips into them and teasingly playing with the thin strings that kept Terzo from being exposed.

Terzo moaned quietly as Omega began to leave small love bites across his stomach, moving his hands down to rub his back. Omega tested the waters, sliding his thumb back and forth between Terzo’s legs, growing closer to what he really wanted. It had grown twice in size since this worship began, growing warmer by the second.

“You want it, do you not?” Terzo whispered, moving his right thigh to encourage Omega more inward. “Do you want it?”

“I want it.” Omega whispered back, harshly, desperately. His fingers glided over the panties, rubbing Terzo’s solid tip with his thumb. Terzo moaned, leaning his head back and lifting his hips, allowing Omega to wiggle the panties down and rest on his thighs.

Omega’s breath lingered on Terzo’s cock as Omega admired it. It kicked, the tip glistening with small beads of precum. Greedily, Omega poked his tongue out and licked it, earning yet another shaky moan from Terzo before a gasp as Omega inserted his cock into his mouth. Terzo’s hands gripped Omega’s hair, his breath hiccuping as Omega bobbed up and down, occasionally pulling up to let his tongue swirl around the tip and drool dripped all the way down to the base. His claws caressed Terzo’s skin, soft as feathers, fragile as can be. Each gentle drag of his claws left faint red marks down his sides and hips, so he switched to his palms, watching from the side at the skin caving under his touch.

Omega could feel Terzo throb in his throat, his hands now gripping his thighs to keep him from squirming too much as his breath picked up and his back arched once more. Terzo scratched at Terzo’s back, leaving red marks of his own, though his blunt nails could never do much damage to the ghoul.

“Oh, cazzo-! Omega!” Terzo gasped, sucking in air through his teeth, his hips bucking. They jolted once more, and Omega listened to his squeaky groan as a thick substance filled his throat, burning up to his mouth and leaving some strings on his tongue for Omega to savor. He pulled off of Terzo slowly, purposefully flicking his tongue off of Terzo’s tip to make him shudder and whine. They both caught their breath before Terzo sighed.

”Good ghoul… Such a good ghoul.” He rubbed Omeg’s horn, leaning over to kiss the tip of each of them. Omega smiled and kissed his way up Terzo’s torso, rubbing his hands up his arms and leaning him back on the bead, hovering over him.

“Ah…” Terso whimpered, his own hand gliding down to touch Omega’s rock hard bulge with a smirk, “you deserve a reward, mio bravo ragazzo.”

“No,” Omega whispered, stopping Terzo’s hand and leaning down, his lips overtop Terzo’s, “maybe another night.”

”Why?” Terzo tried to sit up, concerned, but Omega stayed put, forcing Terzo to keep lying down. Omega pressed a gentle kiss against his soft lips.

”You will need… Preparation.” Omega blushed, unable to stop the smirk as Terzo’s eyes widened. “Next time.”

Terzo nodded, not wanting to pressure the ghoul if he really felt it was not a good idea yet. Though his vagueness intrigued him. He must really be packing something for the horny ghoul to deny him out of mercy. In its place, Omega delivered another gentle kiss, moving to lie down next to Terzo, trailing his kisses across his jaw and cheek before pulling away fully with a smile. Terzo giggled and faced Omega, quickly reaching down to pull his panties up and cover himself in a blanket.

“Are you cold?” Omega asked, his tail wrapping around Terzo’s thigh under the blanket. Terzo nodded and scooted closer.

”Very.”

”Come here, then.” Omega opened his arms and Terzo eagerly took his invitation, lying on Omega’s chest, feeling his strong arms hold him close. Omega purred lowly, and it was as if Omega was Terzo’s personal heater. At least, for tonight.

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Movie Night (kabukiaku AU)

TerzoMega ~ Smut below the cut

Ao3 Version

Based on the character depictions of Terzo and Omega that have been lovingly crafted by @kabukiaku , thank you so much for allowing me to create something based off of your characters, and for giving me guidance and insight along the way! They truly are so special to me, and writing them has been such a fun process!

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Omega is ready for date night with Terzo. Or is he?

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Omega fidgeted in front of the door to Terzo’s chambers. He scanned his surroundings, making sure he hadn’t been spotted. Clutching the bouquet of roses in his hand a little tighter, he steeled himself and made his first tentative knock, wondering idly when the butterflies would still. Deep down, he knew they wouldn’t. 

Terzo wasted no time in answering, greeting him with a dazzling smile. Omega’s stomach did a backflip. 

“Ciao bello,” Terzo greeted him warmly, taking a moment to look him up and down. “Aren’t you looking dashing tonight,” he assessed, approving of Omega’s powder pink sweater vest and dark grey slacks.  Terzo stood on his toes expectantly, Omega leaning down to allow a kiss to the cold metal cheek of his mask.

“Come in, come in. Put your things down,” Terzo said, ushering him inside and taking the flowers with a playful bow. Omega obliged, setting his bag by the door. He’d needed to stop by his own chambers before their date; even though he practically lived at Terzo’s at this point, he had needed to refresh his ever-growing wardrobe that was accumulating in Terzo’s closet. Omega shuffled his feet, waiting awkwardly for Terzo to come back with a vase. Omega still needed him to take the lead, even after all this time. After a moment Terzo returned, carefully arranging the flowers before taking his hand and drawing him to the sitting room.

“Sit, sit. Make yourself comfortable,” Terzo instructed, letting his hand slide up Omega’s arm, lingering at his shoulder for a moment. Omega did as he was told, settling down at one end of Terzo’s plush purple suede sofa, propping himself up on an armrest. He watched as Terzo fussed with his beloved Stella, the antique projector that was his most prized possession; tonight was movie night. When he had selected a film and successfully set everything up, he beamed at Omega before shutting off the lights.

“You’re in for a treat tonight, my darling ghoul,” Terzo said as he took his seat at the other end of the sofa, curling his legs up under himself. “We’re watching The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari. A true piece of cinema history. I think that you will love it.”

Omega felt himself begin to relax more as the images flickered before him. He wondered why date nights always set his heart to fluttering; for all intents and purposes, they lived together, after all. But there was just… something about the formal nature of calling it a date. It was something that Omega had never really done before, not until he met Terzo. Terzo was different. He was special. He made Omega want to step outside of his comfort zone. To learn.

Terzo drifted closer and closer as the film progressed, spouting facts about the movie and its production all the while, and when his head finally came to rest on Omega’s shoulder, it was a welcome relief. Omega wrapped his arm around Terzo’s much smaller frame and pulled him snugly against his body. Terzo let out a little sigh.

When the film was over, they sat in silence for a few long moments, content in each others arms.

“So, what did you think, amore?” Terzo asked, running a hand across Omega’s chest. Omega was grateful that the growing blush across his cheeks was concealed behind his mask. He swallowed hard before clearing his throat. 

“I enjoyed it. I felt like the themes were very reflective of the time it was made it, yet still timeless.” He really had been listening intently to Terzo’s impromptu lesson. He always did, and he wanted to affirm to Terzo that he hadn’t been just talking to himself. “I can see many similarities to the more modern-day films you’ve shown me. It must have been very influential.”

Terzo looked pleased, rewarding Omega with a peck on the forehead of his mask as he went to stand up. “My my, you are such a quick learner, mia ombra.” Omega grinned.

They ended the night as they often did, with Terzo’s favorite, Metropolis. This time when Terzo returned to the sofa, he resumed his previous position, nestling firmly into Omega’s side. Omega hummed, content. Throughout the movie Omega found himself stealing longing glances at the human tucked beneath his arm, lost in the comfort of his warmth and weight and hanging on his every word as he continued to talk about what they were watching. He was enraptured. Omega would happily watch this film every night for the rest of his life if it meant that he got to hear this passion in Terzo’s voice. The film ended too soon, as always, and again they sat together in the quiet darkness.

Terzo turned to nuzzle his face into Omega’s chest, inhaling deeply, breathing in his scent, his hands beginning to wander. When Terzo’s fingers teased their way under the hem of Omega’s shirt and began sliding up his stomach, Omega’s breath hitched. 

“Grazie, mio caro. I know you have seen that one many times. It is just the perfect way to end a date, don’t you agree?” Terzo said, looking up at Omega through lowered lashes.

“Y-yes. It’s, uh… It’s an excellent portrayal of class divide. Really speaks to those at the bottom. To searching for a better tomorrow…” Omega stammered before trailing off as Terzo’s hand grazed his pecks. His face was getting hot. 

“Mmm, you are such a good listener.” Terzo craned his face up to place a kiss to Omega’s neck, then another, trailing his way up to the edge of Omega’s mask. He climbed onto Omega’s lap, tongue snaking out to take a lick up Omega’s thoat. Omega let his head fall back as Terzo began to move his hips, gently grinding down on him. Omega felt himself stir, repressed excitement that had built up all throughout the night bubbling to the surface.

Terzo’s hands resumed their explorations under Omega’s shirt before going to lift it from the bottom. Terzo’s eyes met his questioningly, asking for permission. Unable to find his voice, Omega nodded enthusiastically. Terzo’s answering smile made Omega’s heart skip a beat. Terzo removed Omega’s sweater vest and shirt in one go, being careful not to displace his mask when lifting it over his head. Omega sighed as the growing heat that had been trapped began to dissipate. Terzo’s hands greedily roamed the now-freed flesh, making stops along the way to tease, to tangle in the soft white hair he found there. His mouth reversed its course back down Omega’s neck, trailing licks and soft kisses down his chest. Terzo’s tongue swirled around a nipple and Omega tried and failed to bite back a moan, his breath echoing harshly in his mask. Terzo released him with a gentle smacking sound, looking up at him with hooded eyes. 

 “Would you like one more show before the night is over?” Terzo purred. Omega nodded, unsure of what Terzo was planning but eager to find out.

Terzo rose to his feet, slowly unbuttoning his shirt as he fixed Omega with a sultry stare. Terzo was close enough that their knees touched. He shrugged the garment from his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. His hands trailed down his own chest now, his stomach, teasing just under the waist of his pants. Terzo undid his belt, then his trousers, revealing a pair of black lace panties, the fabric straining against his erection. Those he took his time with, sensually sliding them inch by painful inch down long, shapely legs. By the time Terzo stood naked before him, save for his socks and garters, Omega’s own pants were painfully tight. Omega shifted in his seat, hands itching to touch but keeping patiently to themselves.

Terzo guided Omega into lying down on his back, fitting as much of his tall frame as he could on the sofa. Terzo straddled him, moving to undo Omega’s belt. He shimmied Omega’s pants down his hips, leaving his underwear on. Terzo cupped and rubbed Omega through the thin fabric, lingering at the growing wet spot sticking to Omega’s skin. Omega whimpered, hands drifting up above his head.

“Si. Mio amato monstro, always such a good listener,” Terzo cooed at Omega, leaning down to place a kiss where his mouth would be. Omega wished he’d taken off his mask, wished that he could kiss Terzo back, but with the way Terzo’s hand felt on him, he couldn’t have found the strength to remove it if he tried. Terzo began to move his hips rhythmically, his precum-wet cock gliding across the fabric of Omega’s underwear. Omega groaned.

Terzo’s hands teased beneath Omega’s waistband before dipping down below, pulling him free. Omega winced a little at the contact, overstimulated from the previous friction through the cloth. Terzo began stroking him with one hand, cradling his balls with the other. He bent down to run his tongue up Omega’s shaft, stopping to suck gently on his tip. Terzo touched himself, too excited by the noises Omega was making to wait. He fit as much of Omega as he could into his mouth and began to bob, Omega writhing beneath him. The room was beginning to spin.

Terzo pulled away to catch his breath, sitting up and leaning back on a palm, resuming pumping himself, his mismatched eyes boring into Omega. 

“You like what you see, amore?” Terzo said with a chuckle as a fresh drip of precum slowly trailed its way to Omega’s stomach. Indeed, he quite enjoyed what he saw. He must be a sight himself, he thought, sweaty and flushed and foggy as he was now.

Terzo leaned forward, rubbing their cocks together, and began to grind. One of Terzo’s hands found Omega’s above his head, fingers twining together. Omega’s free hand slid up Terzo’s thigh until it found its place on Terzo’s ample ass, squeezing firmly. Terzo’s mouth once more found a nipple and Omega threw his head back with an unrestrained moan. Terzo began caressing Omega’s chest, his belly, his hip, before reaching down to rub his inner thigh. Whimpering pitifully, Omega tangled his fingers in Terzo’s hair. His tail wound its way around Terzo's leg, needy. He wanted so badly to pull Terzo’s face down to meet his for a kiss, again cursing his lack of forethought.

When Terzo began to ride him faster, Omega let his arm fall uselessly to the sofa, fighting hard not to tear into the fabric with his claws. Terzo licked the side of Omega’s mask before nipping at his ear, his breath harsh against Omega’s skin.

“Omega…” Terzo whispered to him. “I want to hear you. I want to hear you say my name when you cum.”

Omega gritted his teeth, fighting with all of his strength not to finish on the spot. He began to move his hips in time with Terzo’s almost involuntarily, bucking hard when Terzo’s teeth sank into his shoulder. Fingernails scratched down Omega’s chest, stinging sweetly. Terzo released his bite to softly moan Omega’s name in his ear, over and over.

“Terzo!” Omega came with a cry, back arching, body trembling. Terzo gave a few more frantic thrusts before following behind, sighing beautifully. 

As Terzo fell to Omega’s heaving chest, Omega heard his own heart pounding wildly in his ears. They lay there in a heap together, a mess of tangled limbs, tail still clinging tightly. Omega rubbed soothing circles into Terzo’s back, although trying to steady himself more than his little human partner. When he had gathered the strength to do so, he lifted a shaking hand to his mask, taking it off with a sigh of relief before gently setting it down on the floor. He coaxed Terzo into lifting his head, finally pressing their lips together in a tender kiss. Terzo’s tongue licked up into his mouth, and Omega couldn’t help but smile.

“Mmm,” Terzo hummed, before letting out a small yawn. “Do you think we should go to bed now?” He looked dreamily sated.

Omega nodded, stretching languidly and becoming aware of how sticky his stomach was with both of their release. “Maybe a shower first, tesoro.”

“An excellent idea, my darling” Terzo said, cringing as he pried their bodies apart. He extended a hand to Omega after he’d made it to his feet, an offering Omega gladly took. His knees felt weak as he stripped his pants and underwear the rest of the way off, leaving them where they fell as they headed hand in hand toward the ensuite.

While they waited for the water to heat up, Terzo pulled him down for a kiss, soft at first, but quickly building. As they broke away to catch their breath, Terzo met his gaze, a hand finding its way to the back of Omega’s neck. 

Terzo smirked up at him, mischief in his eyes. “Maybe we have time for an encore, no?”