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“Good, Alpha,” Tobirama purrs. “Good for me, baby. Taking all my cock so well.”
A roar cuts off the air, deep, dangerous, while another wave of phenomenon fill the room. Tobirama laughs, his grip in Madara’s hair stronger, pulling him down.
“Easy,” he warns, sharp nails scratching Madara’s neck in advice.
Madara gasps, his body moving down faster now, Tobirama realizes with a smug smile. The sound of slick, sweaty skin beating filling the room is nothing but filthy.
Madara is a crying mess above him, his hole swallowing Tobirama’s cock easily, sweat running down all his body while Madara uselessly tries to conciliate his Alpha instincts—to take, to control, to fuck—with the fact he’s enthusiastically riding on his omega cock now, cum running down between his tremble legs to adding in the messy that Tobirama’s slick surely is making in the sheet.
“Easy, whore,” Tobirama jokes, his teeth scraping Madara’s neck playfully. One of Tobirama’s arms holds Madara firmly by the waist while the other keeps his hands tied on his backs, the grip on Madara’s wrist hard enough to almost part the bone in two.
Madara’s knot is swollen in his cock’s base, red and throbbing. Tobirama doesn’t need to see his face to know Madara is crying; no when all the intention here was to break his alpha like this, reduce him as a cum dump, hard and unsatisfied, until Tobirama thinks he deserves more than just to be fucked like a fuck toy.
“You feel so good, don’t you?”
Madara roars again, just to choke with the air, a poor imitation of how the Uchiha’s clan head should really sound: powerful, dominant. But now? Madara doesn’t seem anything but pathetic, a complete crying mass in his omega lap, bending to the pleasure Tobirama can give him.
This thought, how Madara breaks so sweetly for him, only for him, sends a heat wave across Tobirama’s body, his own cunt, slightly below of where Madara is riding on his cock, shaking, twisting, Tobirama’s hips rubbing inconsistently against the sheet, his omega body searching for some relief.
Madara sobs above him, probably exhausted, when Tobirama comes once more, with a rough moan, lips pressed in Madara’s ear. Madara shivers and it leavesTobirama’s mouth with a good tease. He knows that even if Madara cannot feel his cum spilling inside his ass, he surely can feel the slick leaking his hole while Tobirama softly guides him by the hips to ride over an overstimulation wave.
“You have been so good,” Tobirama whispers in Madara’s ear when he judges Madara has had enough, his alpha’s body shaking like a piece of paper, cleaning the tears that ripped across the pretty face. “You took everything I gave you, so, so sweetly.”
Tobirama softly hums in Madara’s ear, kissing his neck. Madara doesn’t answer anything but a shallow, hard breath, a way similar to a cry, so Tobirama gently manages his body until the alpha’s head is resting on Tobirama’s belly, knees open and heels in the mattress to settle Madara’s body.
“Omega...“ Madara whispers against Tobirama’s skin, almost like a pray, a couple of moments later. Tobirama smiles softly, interlacing his fingers in Madara’s hair, while his other hand guides Madara’s fingertips down on his groin, between the thighs. "Omega."
“ You deserve a reward, don’t you, pretty?”
He moans when Madara’s callus fingers rub against twisting folds. His cunt was so wet, so empty that it hurted.
“Will you give my pussy a knot, Alpha?” Tobirama breathes, pushing his hips against Madara’s fingers. “Taking such good care of me… Will you breed me? Fuck my pussy with your hole trickling my cum?”
“Fuckin’ teaser son of a bitch,” Madara grumbles, pure fire in his eyes when he forces his elbows in to lift his body, shaking hands grabbing Tobirama’s hips hard.
“All yours,” Tobirama replies, spreading his legs to give Madara a better vision. “See how ready I am for you, baby?”
“Little shit...”
Tobirama smiles like a shark, all teeth, and grips Madara’s hair up firmly. Oh, his Alpha is so deplorable now, fucked and focusless, but still so unsatisfied, almost pathetic.
(Not like Tobirama cares about it. Quite opposite, actually.
He loves to see Madara break, just to make him whole, and so break again.)
Biting Madara’s mating mark, Tobirama groans, “mine.” His alpha shivers hard above him, and Tobirama just could lick his teeth, a smirk finding its way to his lips.
Madara isn’t going to last long and Tobirama cannot wait to be filled until the edge.