"Are you okay, Alpha? Do you need some medicine?"

Primo turns to look at the Omega with in a hazy daze. He gulps before asking the Omega something that he will regret later.

"I need you to put on some clothes, love."

There is a heavy pause that surrounds them afterwards. Nigel's mind stops processing the information and looks down to the floor.

"Y-y-you don't like it? I wanted to look pretty for you."

He feels his stomach drops as he sees Nigel's face fall. Little arms comes up and wraps around himself, shoulders curling in. He is hiding himself from the Alpha.

Suddenly the Alpha feels like a total bastard. The Omega has feel comfortable enough to wear this in front of him, and he'd just hurt his feelings, made him think that the Alpha doesn't like how he looks.

"No, baby. I'm sorry. It's just… I love way too much that I am trying to control myself."

And his Omega wants to look pretty for him… Oh God, he is dying. The Alpha doesn't know what to say. He is completely lost in this situation. Honesty seems like the best course of action.

"And you look pretty, honey. It's just… It's too much for my dear head… and I don't want to scare you off. I want to touch you, sweet cheeks. I don't think you are ready for that."

Nigel reaches forward and takes Primo's hand, leading it to his hip, letting it slide up under the edge of the tank top to feel his soft skin. The Alpha makes a helpless little grunting sound at the feel of the buttery soft skin of the Omega's waist.

"What if I want you to kiss me? What if I want you to touch me, Alpha? Will you still let me wait?"

The Alpha gulps before carefully pinching the Omega's waist, hastily looking at those beautiful eyes that the Omega preserves for a long time.

"Baby, do you know what you are asking for?"

The Omega was shy, his hands curled in the front of Primo's BFG t-shirt, but when he looks up at him, his eyes are full of certainty. The trust that the Alpha sees there filled him with pride. He has earn this beautiful male's trust, and he will do anything to keep it.

"Okay. Let's do what you want, love."

The blond Omega's smile is brilliant, as he grabs the black haired's hand and pulls the Alpha further down the hall and into a room that is all pastel blue and purple and gold.

Other pretty pastel colors are everywhere, and he sees Nigel's nest/bed in person for the first time. The entire room smells just like the Omega; it is heaven.

He watches Nigel crawl up into his nest, biting his lips at the view of him on all fours. Is this a good idea? Can he control himself? He pinches his thigh to bring himself back down. He will control himself. He wouldn't hurt his Omega.

Even if it meant, slamming his arum to the nearest wall just not to hurt the Omega, he will.

Primo kicks off his black Timberlands and walks forward to the bed. He climbs up and the Omega holds the curtain open for him.

If he thought the room smelled good, it is nothing to the scent inside the nest. His cock throbs at being so surrounded by the Omega's scent, he feels like he is buried in the sweet smell of Nigel, and he loves it.

The Alpha sits up straight, leaning forward and cups the blond's small face between his hands. Nigel leans towards the Alpha as Primo brings their lips together. The kiss starts chaste, just a series of little pecks, then they begins to move together.

It is the Alpha who guides the kiss, making sure to go slowly so he has time to gauge the Omega's reactions. Finally, he slides his tongue into the blond's mouth, and he can't hold back a moan at the feel of his soft mouth.

The sweet taste of his tongue as it hesitantly slides against his. Nigel seems to grow more comfortable after a few moments, and he moves his mouth more confidently, matching Primo's movements.

The Omega is burning. Kissing the Alpha is lighting a fire in his body that he didn't know how to handle. So he went with natural instinct, pushing forward so the Alpha leaned back and he climbed on top of him, straddling his waist and sitting in his lap. Primo's hands immediately goes to his hips. The Omega breaks the kiss for a moment, using the pause to rub his face against the Alpha, scenting him.

"Nngh, baby…"

The sound of the Alpha's voice so haggard made a shot of pure arousal slither through Nigel's body and he gasps. Primo looks up to him before looking down to his shorts and grins.

"You're hard. Naughty baby."

The Alpha pushes Nigel's blond hair back from his face with both hands, bringing them to the back of his neck, he cups them there and brushes his thumbs over the Omega's jaw in a soothing gesture.

"Allow me to take this off, darling."

The Omega lays on his back and lifts his hips up so he can push the shorts down to reveal white cotton panties with little pink hearts all over them. The Alpha has to bite his lip as his erection jerks painfully within the confines of his jeans.

His cock has started up a steady painful throbbing at the lack of attention, and the pain increases as he watches the gray shorts get pushes all the way down. Glad that the socks and undies are still in place.

"Take yours too, Alpha."

The Alpha nods his head while unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, lifting his hips up and shimmying them down his legs, keeping his boxers in place and kicking the pants to the end of the bed.

"Shirt too, Alpha."

The blond watches with fascination as the long muscled legs are revealed and he sees that they too are covered in tattoos. He wants to see more of the Alpha's skin, more of his tattoos. He reaches forward and touches the edge of his black tee.

"Sure thing, sweetie."

The Alpha grabs the collar of his shirt and pulls it off in one smooth motion.

Primo holds his hand out and Nigel takes it, letting himself be pull forward. Primo releases his hand and guides him by the hips to turn around, then the Alpha lifts him up and pulls him onto his lap so that Nigel's back is pressed to his front, and his ass rests right against the Alpha's cock.

The blond Omega stiffens at the feeling of the hard length presses to his backside, but Primo presses a kiss to his shoulder and shushes him gently.

"It's okay, baby. I won't hurt you. Allow your Alpha to help you, my dear Omega."

He presses a kiss to the Omega's neck, just over his scent gland. The sensation made him shiver. The Alpha just runs his hands up and down the exposed part of Nigel's thighs, trying to get him used to his touch and relax him.

He can already feel the slick leaking through both their layers of underwear. The liquid is hot between them. Nigel's cock is already hard. The Alpha thinks it has to be the prettiest he'd ever seen.

Pale, like the Omega's skin the tip rosy pink with a single bead of sweet cream gathered at the tip. He uses his hand to wrap the Omega's smaller one around his own member. He whimpers at the contact, shivering at the unfamiliar sensation.

"A-Alpha… Hn… ah…. It feels so good."

He guides Nigel's movements, using his hand to move their combine grips up and down the shaft slowly. The Omega is making keening little noises in the back of his throat.

His head is thrown back against the Alpha's shoulder, eyes squeeze shut, mouth hanging open. He starts to move his hips in time with their joined hands, his ass rubbing back against the Alpha and making the Alpha pulse with need.

"Alpha, I am close. Pump it harder, please."

The Alpha keeps moving their hands up and down until finally, the Omega seizes up, back bending and pushing his head harder into the Alpha's shoulder.

He cries out a half sob, half moan as his orgasm overtook his body, white ropes of cum shooting from the pink tip of his sex. But the Alpha didn't stop there. He milks the Omega all the way through his orgasm.

"Fuck Nigel, baby. That was amazing."