Chiasm
show me how to dance forever
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- Jan 7, 2025
The kissâ if it could even be called thatâ had started as something pitiful, something meant to be endured, not returned. Just another gesture to placate the wolf circling him, to buy himself another breath, another second. A flicker of softness meant to appease. That was all.
But the Alpha took it like it was something else entirely.
The beast surged forward like heâd been starving for it, like the taste of ValĂ©ryâs trembling lips was a feast heâd been long denied. It wasnât gentle. It wasnât sweetâ far from it. It was devouring. And worseâ worseâ was that the Omegaâs body responded like it had been waiting, longing for that exact cruelty. His spine arched, not from fear, but from heat. The manâs tongue slid between his parted lips like it belonged there, without permission and didnât ask for it. His teeth grazed along Valâs lip like he wanted to mark him there, too, and ValĂ©ry gasped into the mouth that swallowed every sound like it belonged to him.
The rough finger circling his entrance, spreading sweet slick, finally plunged in, sank deep until there was nothing left, and curled.
The younger manâs fingers, clutching at the Alphaâs shoulders, tightened as that thick digit shifted within him, pressing into the plush of his inner walls. Between that and his weeping cock trapped against the soft knit of the manâs turtleneck and the hard press of his abs, ValĂ©ry could feel himself hurtling right towards the edge again.
He felt the snarl more than he heard itâ felt it vibrate through the devilâs chest, through his sharp teeth, through the hot press of their mouths locked together like a warning and a promise. It wasnât human. Far from it. It was something older, something primal, dragging claws down the length of his spine. And god help himâ he shivered. It should have terrified him. Maybe a part of him was afraid. But his fear had begun to twist into something else entirely, something darker. Hungrier. That sound, that snarl, it wasnât just dominanceâ it was possession, and ValĂ©ryâs body answered it. His lips parted with a broken gasp as the cold of the bathroom door disappeared from his searing skin for a brief moment before he was all but slammed right back against it, turned into a sharp cry from the impact that seemed to have sobered him up just slightly. Val felt like he couldnât breathe, caught somewhere between defiance and surrender.
The beastâs teeth were right there, snagging, breaking flesh, threatening, brandingâ and he let him. To his dismay, welcomed it. Pressed closer as though deep down, he wanted to be devoured.
ValĂ©ryâs hand curled around the back of the manâs neck, fingers pressing into muscle with a desperation that betrayed him. One finger turned into two, and he moaned into that wicked mouth, shame catching on each ragged breath as their kiss broke.
Valâs world narrowed to the hot ache between his legs and the way the Alphaâs fingers filled himâ merciless, unrelenting, but skilled in a way that seemed designed to drag out every last drop of his dignity and melt it into want. He didnât know when need had overtaken terror, only that the line between the two was thin as silkâ easily torn, barely noticed in the blur of the larger manâs touch. He was coming apart, piece by piece, and every fragment of him was on display: the part that remembered shame, the part that burned for release, and the secret, shameful core that wanted to be seenâ wanted to be ruined, completely, by hands that wouldnât allow him to hide.
His body trembled and begged, traitor that it was. Slick pooled and soaked into the sleeve of the manâs coat, spreading warmth and wet that should have mortified him. ValĂ©ry didnât care, not when each drag of the devilâs fingers caused that backstabbing heat to coil tighter and tighter behind his navel. The part of him that was still present wanted to curse him, spit at him, claw his way free, but instead he found himself clingingâ one hand clutching the back of the Alphaâs neck, the other gripping the edge of the cubicle for purchase as if he might be swept away.
âListen, bunny. You love that, donât you? You love having your tight, fucking boypussy stuffed with fingers?â
A sound escaped himâ half moan, half sobâ raw enough that it scared him. And it was at that moment that the tension in his body finally snapped.
âF-fuckâ please, I-Iâm gonnaâ A-aahhâŠ!â
ValĂ©ryâs head lolled back against the cool laminate, a shrill squeal ripping free from his throat as he cameâ painting his own bare belly and the black of the manâs turtleneck with pearly white ropes. Every curl and drag of the devilâs fingers inside of sent a jolt through his nerves like a live wire. He was shaking, drooling, skin slick, thighs trembling where they stayed open, helpless against the rhythm. Then, those fingers left him, and the Omega thought he was doneâ it was over.
Right?
Wrong. Two became three, and Val felt himself scrambling to run away from every motion, twisting and squirming against the bathroom door. âW-waitâ waitwaitwaitâ I-I j-justâ ahnâ I-I just cameâŠ!â His legs tensed. His whole body archedâ shameless, trembling, straining to escape the fingers stretching his hole open and pliant.
âI canâtââ he cried, high and fractured. âI-I canât handleâ nnh, handle itâ y-youâre gonna kill meâŠ!â
But the Alpha took it like it was something else entirely.
The beast surged forward like heâd been starving for it, like the taste of ValĂ©ryâs trembling lips was a feast heâd been long denied. It wasnât gentle. It wasnât sweetâ far from it. It was devouring. And worseâ worseâ was that the Omegaâs body responded like it had been waiting, longing for that exact cruelty. His spine arched, not from fear, but from heat. The manâs tongue slid between his parted lips like it belonged there, without permission and didnât ask for it. His teeth grazed along Valâs lip like he wanted to mark him there, too, and ValĂ©ry gasped into the mouth that swallowed every sound like it belonged to him.
The rough finger circling his entrance, spreading sweet slick, finally plunged in, sank deep until there was nothing left, and curled.
The younger manâs fingers, clutching at the Alphaâs shoulders, tightened as that thick digit shifted within him, pressing into the plush of his inner walls. Between that and his weeping cock trapped against the soft knit of the manâs turtleneck and the hard press of his abs, ValĂ©ry could feel himself hurtling right towards the edge again.
He felt the snarl more than he heard itâ felt it vibrate through the devilâs chest, through his sharp teeth, through the hot press of their mouths locked together like a warning and a promise. It wasnât human. Far from it. It was something older, something primal, dragging claws down the length of his spine. And god help himâ he shivered. It should have terrified him. Maybe a part of him was afraid. But his fear had begun to twist into something else entirely, something darker. Hungrier. That sound, that snarl, it wasnât just dominanceâ it was possession, and ValĂ©ryâs body answered it. His lips parted with a broken gasp as the cold of the bathroom door disappeared from his searing skin for a brief moment before he was all but slammed right back against it, turned into a sharp cry from the impact that seemed to have sobered him up just slightly. Val felt like he couldnât breathe, caught somewhere between defiance and surrender.
The beastâs teeth were right there, snagging, breaking flesh, threatening, brandingâ and he let him. To his dismay, welcomed it. Pressed closer as though deep down, he wanted to be devoured.
ValĂ©ryâs hand curled around the back of the manâs neck, fingers pressing into muscle with a desperation that betrayed him. One finger turned into two, and he moaned into that wicked mouth, shame catching on each ragged breath as their kiss broke.
Please donât stop.
Valâs world narrowed to the hot ache between his legs and the way the Alphaâs fingers filled himâ merciless, unrelenting, but skilled in a way that seemed designed to drag out every last drop of his dignity and melt it into want. He didnât know when need had overtaken terror, only that the line between the two was thin as silkâ easily torn, barely noticed in the blur of the larger manâs touch. He was coming apart, piece by piece, and every fragment of him was on display: the part that remembered shame, the part that burned for release, and the secret, shameful core that wanted to be seenâ wanted to be ruined, completely, by hands that wouldnât allow him to hide.
His body trembled and begged, traitor that it was. Slick pooled and soaked into the sleeve of the manâs coat, spreading warmth and wet that should have mortified him. ValĂ©ry didnât care, not when each drag of the devilâs fingers caused that backstabbing heat to coil tighter and tighter behind his navel. The part of him that was still present wanted to curse him, spit at him, claw his way free, but instead he found himself clingingâ one hand clutching the back of the Alphaâs neck, the other gripping the edge of the cubicle for purchase as if he might be swept away.
âListen, bunny. You love that, donât you? You love having your tight, fucking boypussy stuffed with fingers?â
A sound escaped himâ half moan, half sobâ raw enough that it scared him. And it was at that moment that the tension in his body finally snapped.
âF-fuckâ please, I-Iâm gonnaâ A-aahhâŠ!â
ValĂ©ryâs head lolled back against the cool laminate, a shrill squeal ripping free from his throat as he cameâ painting his own bare belly and the black of the manâs turtleneck with pearly white ropes. Every curl and drag of the devilâs fingers inside of sent a jolt through his nerves like a live wire. He was shaking, drooling, skin slick, thighs trembling where they stayed open, helpless against the rhythm. Then, those fingers left him, and the Omega thought he was doneâ it was over.
Right?
Wrong. Two became three, and Val felt himself scrambling to run away from every motion, twisting and squirming against the bathroom door. âW-waitâ waitwaitwaitâ I-I j-justâ ahnâ I-I just cameâŠ!â His legs tensed. His whole body archedâ shameless, trembling, straining to escape the fingers stretching his hole open and pliant.
âI canâtââ he cried, high and fractured. âI-I canât handleâ nnh, handle itâ y-youâre gonna kill meâŠ!â