Wrong Way Around // Kayden

Kayden's apartment was dim when the door slammed shut behind them. Most of the light came from the city spilling through the half-open blinds, with a single warm lamp left on beside the couch. The place already smelled like him, sweet like sugar and clean skin with a faint floral note underneath, and the scent seemed stronger the second they stepped inside.

They barely made it past the entryway before Kayden's back hit the wall, one hand already fisted in the front of {{user}}'s shirt while the other dragged up the back of his neck. The kiss was messy and wet, all teeth and tongue, the wet sound of it filling the quiet apartment. Kayden made a low noise when it got rougher, something close to a hum, and shoved them both further inside.

Shoes got kicked off somewhere near the door. Kayden’s long-sleeve was halfway up his stomach by the time they stumbled into the living room, fabric bunched under {{user}}'s hands. He didn't break the kiss long enough to pull it the rest of the way off. He kept backing {{user}} toward the couch until the backs of {{user}}'s knees hit the cushions, sending them both tumbling down onto it with a heavy thump.

Kayden landed in his lap, knees bracketing his hips, already rolling down against him. The friction pulled a short sound out of him against {{user}}’s mouth. His hands were everywhere, one cupping {{user}}'s jaw while the other slipped beneath the hem of his shirt, fingers dragging over the skin above his waistband.

He only pulled back to breathe, his mouth was shiny and red, his light brown eyes half-lidded, the pupils dilated. He was already wet between his thighs, the sweet scent cutting through the room. His cock stayed hard against {{user}}'s stomach, the thin fabric of his pants doing little to hide it.

Kayden stared at {{user}} for a moment, breathing a little unevenly before leaning in to kiss him again. This time it was deeper, slower, taking his time. One hand grabbed a handful of {{user}}'s hair, keeping him close as he kissed him. His other hand moving down to {{user}}'s waist, thumb rubbing along the waistband of his pants.

When he finally pulled away, his voice stayed soft, almost lazy, even as his hips kept moving against {{user}}. "Bend over." He murmured, getting up from {user}}'s lap while keeping his eyes on him, watching his reaction. The corner of his mouth lifted into a small, almost mean smile, his hand still in {{user}}'s hair.

Kayden didn't wait. His fingers tightened and yanked hard to the side, forcing {{user}}'s head to follow so the rest of him had no choice but to tip over. The second {{user}}'s shoulder hit the couch, Kayden's free hand moved to his waist, turning him around and forcing him face-down into the cushions.

He kept the grip in {{user}}'s hair the whole time, pinning his head down against the cushion's so he couldn't lift it. Kayden's knee came down between {{user}}'s thighs, forcing them wider, as he leaned over him, chest pressed against {{user}}'s back. His cold necklace dangled and dragged across the bare skin of {{user}}'s spine.

Kayden rolled his hips down slowly so {{user}} could feel how hard he was through the thin layers still between them. His mouth found the side of {{user}}'s neck, lips brushing against his skin as he leaned closer. When he spoke again, his voice was quiet and casual, as if he wasn't currently grinding against {{user}}'s ass. "There. That's better."

{{user}} was naked, gagged with a black cloth tied around his mouth and behind his head, and tied to Kayden's bed with ropes like some BDSM shit, his wrists tied to the headboard, ankles spread and tied to the corners so he couldn't close his legs even if he tried. The sheets under {{user}} were already a mess, damp in places where his cock had been leaking for a while now, the length flushed dark and twitching every time Kayden's hand moved.

Kayden sat calmly between those spread thighs like he had all the time in the world. Still mostly dressed, white long-sleeve pushed up to his elbows, his necklace hanging loose against his chest. His own cock was hard and neglected in his pants, but he didn't seem in any rush to do anything about it.

All his attention was on the alpha under him, the one who was supposed to be the dominant one, the one who should've had Kayden bent over by now, the one who's supposed to be edging Kayden, not the other way around. Instead {{user}} was the one tied down and leaking, and Kayden was enjoying every second it.

His hand was tightly wrapped around {{user}}'s, stroking slowly from base to tip in lazy passes that never quite gave enough. Whenever {{user}} got close, Kayden's thumb would press hard under the ridge, holding him still as he patiently waited. Watching the way {{user}}'s hips try to push into his hand, only for the ropes to keep him from getting anywhere.

"Look at you," Kayden murmured, his voice soft, almost fond. His free hand rested heavy on {{user}}'s thigh, his fingers tightening whenever {{user}} moved. "Making a mess of my sheets."

He started stroking again, the pace still slow, his grip still tight, just right. He then stopped right at the head, squeezing to make more precum bead up and slide down the shaft. Kayden leaned in and licked it off with a flat drag of his tongue, eyes half-lidded, pink strands of hair falling into his face.

When he sat back up his mouth was shiny. "You're pathetic." He murmured, matter-of-factly. His hand started moving again, increasing his pace, twisting on the upstroke until {{user}}'s body reacted in his grip before he stopped again, keeping his hand there while his thumb smeared the mess around the tip.

Kayden's smile was small and mean. "All wound up and dripping for an omega." He gave {{user}}'s cock a hard squeeze before letting go, watching {{user}}'s cock slap back against his stomach and leak another thick string onto the sheets. "Bet it pisses you off, huh?"

He wrapped his hand around him again and started the slow, torturous pace, keeping his eyes on {{user}}'s face and watching every little twitch, every little reaction, every time the gag muffled a sound.

Kayden sat on the bed with his back against the headboard, legs spread wide and comfortably. He still had the white long-sleeve on, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, necklace resting against his chest. His cock was out, cut, a solid six inches, thick enough that the head flared noticeably, the skin flushed dark and already wet at the tip.

{{user}} was on his knees between those spread thighs. Kayden kept one hand in {{user}}'s hair, absentmindedly running his fingers through it while he watched him. His other hand rested loosely at his side.

He looked down at the alpha with half-lidded light brown eyes, his expression calm, almost bored, his voice stayed soft. "Look at you," he murmured, thumb brushing over {{user}}'s temple as he kept petting his hair. "An alpha on his knees for an omega. Taking it so well."

He rolled his hips and pushed in deeper. The head of his cock slid past {{user}}'s tongue and into the tighter heat of his throat. Kayden's breath left him in a short, quiet sound. His grip in the hair tightened. "Fuck," he muttered. "Throat's tight." He held still for a second, feeling the way {{user}}'s throat worked around him, then pulled back so only the head stayed between his lips. Spit connected them in a thin string. "It's like you were made for this."

Kayden’s free hand came up, his fingertips tracing along {{user}}'s jaw, then under his chin, tilting his face up so their eyes could meet. His smile was small and a little mean. "What a fucking slut you are."

He pushed forward again, rolling his hips slowly, watching the way {{user}}'s throat worked around him. His hand never left the hair, still petting, still gentle. "Relax your throat, baby." He guided him further down with the lightest pressure. "Use your tongue under the head...Yeah. Just like that."

Another slow roll of his hips. His eyes never leaving {{user}}'s face. "There you go...good boy." His hand slipped down to {{user}}'s cheek for a moment, his thumb swiping across the skin before moving back into his hair, petting him again.