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Every so often, just before a rut, usually, Alpha had a habit of becoming very pliable.
Typically it was hard to get the fire ghoul to show any kind of submission. He was very conscious of the fact that he could overpower just about anyone in the abbey, human or ghoul, and was in general very outspoken and headstrong. He could take orders well enough, but for Alpha to agree to anything he considered beneath him, he typically had to be convinced there was some reward in it for him. Luckily for everyone, his rates were typically very low.
But every so often, Alpha would find himself in the mood to be dominated. Made to be subservient. There weren’t many people in the abbey that he trusted to take control of him that way, but when the mood struck him, it was impossible to shake until he was able to properly drop into that role.
It didn’t have to be sexual, necessarily, although he always preferred if it was. He cleaned Zephyr’s shower once when he was really desperate and it did the trick. But sex tended to be more fun for all involved, and Alpha loved giving.
Terzo was one of his favorite people to go to in times like this, because Terzo happened to be very adept at taking.
He finds himself knocking timidly on the door to Terzo’s office, waiting patiently for acknowledgement before opening it. Normally Alpha would just stroll on in– and clearly Terzo has the same thought, as he seems surprised to see his fire ghoul in the doorway. “Alpha,” He greets shortly, barely looking up from the stack of paperwork he was plugging away at.
Alpha steps inside and shuts the door behind him, feeling barely capable of stringing words together in his current state. “Busy?” He manages, and Terzo gives a humorless laugh in reply.
“You could say that,” He says, flipping through papers with a purpose that Alpha has no hope of parsing. “Did you need something?”
Alpha grasps the hem of his uniform in his fists, tail coiling itself around his ankle if only to stop it flicking back and forth anxiously. “I wanted to ask if you needed anything.”
Something in the tone of his voice must have given Terzo pause, because he looks up from his desk and finally seems to take stock of his ghoul for the first time. His eyes examine Alpha carefully from head to toe, and for long enough that Alpha starts squirming slightly. He’d been working under the Emeritus family for a long time, and each of them were intense in their own ways. But Terzo in particular had a gaze that wasn’t just intimidating, it was disarming– Terzo had a way of making people feel like he could read them like a book, like his eyes pierced so deep that their secrets flowed freely for him to analyze as he pleased. Not that Alpha was trying to keep his current condition a secret, in fact he was basically there to beg Papa to take care of him. He might have found it embarrassing if he wasn’t too desperate to care.
Terzo seems to recognize that feeling in his ghoul and a smile slowly creeps across his face. He leans back in his chair, and Alpha can almost smell the change in his demeanor. “You want to do something for me, hm?”
Alpha nods eagerly, almost dropping to his knees there in front of the door. Terzo would give him what he needed, he was certain of it. “Yes, Papa, please,” He croaks, almost cringing at his own desperation. “Please, let me. I’ll do anything you want.”
“In that case,” Terzo pushes his chair back from the desk and beckons Alpha over with a nod. “Come kneel under the desk and I’ll give you something to do.”
Alpha has to fight the urge to melt where he’s standing. He drags himself across the room on increasingly-unsteady legs until he reaches the desk, where he obediently sinks to his knees and squeezes himself into the opening under it. It’s almost comical, such a large ghoul trying to fit in such a small space, but Terzo only smiles at such an eager display of obedience. He scoots forward again, close enough that Alpha can rest his chin on his Papa’s knees, gazing up at him with equal parts bliss and anticipation. Terzo’s fingers stroke through his hair, scratching behind his ears, applying gentle pressure around the base of his horns, and Alpha sighs, slumping even more bonelessly into his touch.
“Good boy,” Terzo murmurs indulgently, and Alpha whimpers.
“You want to be helpful? You can be my little stress toy for a while, how does that sound?” Terzo asks sweetly. Alpha’s eyelids flutter at the suggestion, and he can already feel himself filling out behind his zipper. It would be a while before he would be afforded any relief, he can already tell, but that’s more than fine in his book.
Terzo props one foot up on the desk and slings the opposite knee over Alpha’s shoulder, spreading his legs wide. The long skirt he was wearing hangs down between them to still cover him, but it’s more than enough for Alpha to understand his job, even in his addled state of mind.
“Get to work, then,” Terzo prompts. “Show me how good you can be for me.”
Alpha pushes the fabric up out of the way, hiking the skirt up to Terzo’s waist to find that he, tantalizingly, isn’t wearing underwear. The thought makes him slightly dizzy, but a glance up to Terzo’s face only earns him the expectant arch of an eyebrow.
Alpha kisses the inside of his thighs, taking a moment to bathe in the feel of his skin and the intoxicating smell of his arousal. He noses his way into Terzo’s bush, breathing deeply the musk of him before turning his attention to the task at hand. Terzo’s little cock already stands out between his folds, and it twitches as his breath puffs over it. He strokes the pad of his thumb over his slit, gathering his slick and spreading it up the underside of his clit. His tongue follows, lapping over him and whining at the taste.
Terzo sighs contentedly, moving the leg on the desk to hang over the arm of his chair instead, spreading himself wider. “Don’t be shy, puppy. You know how to do this,” He teases softly, smiling affectionately down at him. Alpha makes a pathetic little sound in his throat, although it’s mostly a result of his cock kicking at the nickname. He redoubles his efforts, licking through Terzo’s folds with more purpose before closing his lips over his dick and sucking gently. He’s rewarded with a moan, Terzo’s head dropping back against his chair as his fingers thread into Alpha’s hair. ”That’s it,” He praises, and Alpha’s eyes flutter shut as he lets himself slip under and relax. His mind is blissfully silent, the only thing he has to focus on is pleasuring Papa.
He might have been there for hours, for all he knows. Everything had sort of blurred together. When he comes back to himself it’s at the insistence of Terzo’s hand pulling at one of his horns as he grinds himself against the ghoul’s tongue, chasing his orgasm. “Alpha, baby–” He manages, pressing his heel into Alpha’s back to get him impossibly closer. Alpha laps at him more insistently, matching his rhythm enough to tip him over the edge in a handful of moments. Terzo’s back arches off the chair, the hand not gripping Alpha’s horn clawing at the upholstery as he cries out his release. Alpha obediently works him through it, groaning softly at the small rush of fluid on his tongue and the way his little cock twitches and kicks, so fat and plump in his mouth. He could honestly suck Terzo off all day given the chance.
Eventually he does pull away, resting his cheek on the inside of Terzo’s thigh to watch him come down. Terzo’s chin drops to his chest, and he gazes down at him warmly, reaching down to scratch up and down his throat and drawing a purr from the ghoul. “Such a good boy, aren’t you?” He asks, and Alpha’s tail thumps against the rug behind him eagerly. Terzo sits up stiffly from where he’d slumped in his chair, pulling his leg from the ghoul’s shoulder and letting his skirt fall back over his knees. Alpha’s head nestles right back into his lap, not quite ready to leave their little scene just yet. Terzo returns to petting through his hair indulgently. “Is there something else you want, puppy?”
Alpha groans, becoming more and more conscious of the truly painful way his cock strains against his zipper. He sneaks a hand between his legs, seeking to relieve some of the ache, and his hips jerk forward involuntarily. “Hurts…” He manages to whine, pleading with his eyes for Papa to take care of him.
Terzo’s eyes catch the twitch of his hips, and that slow, devious smile returns. “Oh, poor thing. Got all hard just from eating me out, didn’t you?” He gathers Alpha’s chin in his hands, tipping his face up to look at him properly. There are tears starting to gather at the corners of his eyes, and he lets out another pathetic whimper.
”Please, Papa,” He begs. “I need to– Please, can I–” He cuts himself off with a gasp when one of Terzo’s feet slides forward, pressing his ankle firmly against the bulge in Alpha’s pants. He tries to hold back, to wait for his treat, but he can’t stop his hips from twitching once or twice, little aborted thrusts against his leg.
“You just want to hump something, don’t you, puppy?” Terzo asks, the barest hint of a cruel edge creeping into his voice. Alpha almost sobs, hands grasping at the leg he’s being teased with, if only to stop it from being taken away. The idea of being left to suffer when he’s this hard makes him feel insane. But not quite as insane as when the toe of Terzo’s shoe presses upwards, applying enough pressure to his balls to make him see stars.
”Papa–” He whispers, although any ability he previously had to form coherent sentences was long gone. His tongue feels heavy in his mouth as it struggles to find a way to express even a fraction of the things he wants to beg Terzo for.
“You want to hump my leg, baby?” Terzo coos, rubbing his shoe back and forth against Alpha’s straining cock. The contact almost burns, both too much and desperately not enough, and Alpha has to sink teeth into his lip to keep from crying. Terzo hovers the sole of his shoe over the bulge, pressing down ever so slightly, and Alpha really feels like he might die. “Or this…?”
“Yes,” Alpha chokes out finally. He feels like he’s suffocating. “Your foot. I want your foot, Papa, please.” His vision clears enough for him to focus on Terzo’s face, and all he sees is a sweet, knowing smile.
“Get it out, then,” Terzo orders, reaching down to untie the laces of his oxford. Alpha nearly destroys his zipper in the rush to free himself, but eventually manages to pull his cock out, nearly purple and weeping, and pushes his pants and underwear down past his balls. He watches intently as Terzo takes his shoe off and pulls off his sock, and he whimpers at the sight of his toes flexing. Terzo chuckles softly above him.
“Give it a kiss, first,” He prompts as he lifts his foot up toward Alpha’s face, presenting it almost like a piece of fine jewelry. Alpha holds it as such, anyway, cradling it in his hands like it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He presses a soft kiss to the bridge, and Terzo has to suppress the impulse to caress his face with it, drag his toes down the plane of his ghoul’s cheek. He’s sure Alpha would enjoy that, but he has other matters to attend to. This was certainly one of the more exotic things a partner had ever asked of him, and Terzo couldn’t say he necessarily saw the appeal, but he was nothing if not indulgent. If Alpha wants to worship his feet every once in a while, Terzo is more than happy to play along. “Now sit on your hands, baby. Let me take care of you.”
He strokes his toes down the front of Alpha’s uniform slowly, watching carefully to see his muscles tense and his breath hitch as he gets closer and closer to where the ghoul wants him. He bypasses the ruddy head of his cock, bouncing pathetically against the fabric of his jacket, and Alpha nearly keens. He squirms in place, although his hands remain pinned between his thighs and calves. “Patience, puppy,” Terzo scolds, harsh enough to make him sit still, although a big drop of precum does roll down the head of his cock.
Terzo slides his foot down between Alpha’s thighs again, rolling his balls over the top of his foot. Alpha’s breath catches in his throat, and he’s sure his claws are tearing holes in his pants with the effort it takes to keep himself still. He cries out when Terzo actually slides up his shaft, curling over the head to collect his precum before starting to stroke him properly between his first two toes. It’s a pleasure that nearly crosses the line into pain, if only because he was made to wait so long.
It’s almost embarrassing how quickly the burning in his gut builds, but Alpha’s far too gone to care. His hips jerk involuntarily as he whines. “P-Papa, I’m–”
“Getting close?” Terzo asks, voice low and dusky, like he’s getting off on this just as much as his ghoul. Based on the rosiness creeping its way up his neck, Alpha reckons that might be true.
Terzo presses the ball of his foot against Alpha’s cock, stopping his rhythm. “Use your hands,” He orders, smiling down at him. “Take what you need.”
Alpha growls, grabbing at Terzo’s foot to hold it in place while he ruts frantically against the length of his sole. Despite his desperation in chasing his release, he still holds Terzo’s foot with a measure of gentle reverence, and it takes quite a bit of restraint to keep from chuckling at him. It’s sweet, if anything. Terzo sits back in his chair, drinking in the small pleasured noises Alpha makes with every thrust.
“T-Tell me,” Alpha chokes out, the tension in his body making it obvious he’s right on the edge. His thrusts have been reduced to little twitches, just enough to keep him there until he gets permission. ”Papa, please, fuck– Tell me I can–”
“Cum for me, baby,” Terzo answers, smiling at the small swell of pride in his chest. “You’ve been such a good boy,” He adds, earning a long, deep groan from Alpha.
It’s only a handful of moments before he throws his head back, smacking it against the edge of the desk as he cums with a shout. Terzo winces at the sight, but there’s truthfully very little he can do while Alpha is still writhing through his orgasm. White ropes of cum splatter all over his jacket and drip down onto Terzo’s foot, and Alpha can’t stop himself from humping through the waves of pleasure wracking his body.
Eventually he slumps forward to rest his forehead against Terzo’s knee, sucking in shuddery breaths as he starts to come down. Terzo pets through his hair gently, checking for broken skin or blood, but thankfully finds neither. He kisses the back of his ghoul’s head, hands moving to rub his shoulders soothingly. “Are you okay, solare?”
Alpha nods, not lifting his head at all. “Thank you,” He whispers instead, and Terzo hums, pulling at the sides of his head until he’s forced to look up at him. His gaze is still foggy, mouth hanging open as he pants. He’s still cradling Terzo’s foot in his lap. Terzo presses a kiss right between his horns.
“So good for me,” He murmurs. A purr kicks up in Alpha’s chest, and he nestles his head back in Terzo’s lap, tail flicking contentedly. He could probably go to sleep like that, given the chance, but Papa would have to go back to work sooner or later. For now, though, he seems happy to card fingers through his hair as he relaxes for a few minutes.
Eventually Alpha’s legs become too tingly and numb to ignore any longer, and Terzo instructs him to get up and walk around. He takes a long lap around the room, stretching out his back and joints to get his blood flow going again. “Might wanna take off that jacket,” Terzo comments, watching him carefully as he paces the room. “It’ll need washing.” Alpha looks down at the front of his now cum-stained uniform and agrees, stripping off the jacket to leave him in just his undershirt.
Once he’d regained feeling to his extremities, Alpha clears his throat. “Um. Thank you, Papa. For your help.”
Terzo nods at him with an affectionate glint in his eye. “Of course, Alpha. Any time.”
Alpha turns to leave, but a shiver runs up his spine when Terzo speaks again, harsher.
“I didn’t dismiss you, did I?”
Slowly, Alpha turns back around, staring back at Papa with wide eyes. There’s a smile on his face, but it carries with it a tinge of cruelty. He props his still-bare foot up on the desk, and Alpha can see a few streaks of slowly-drying cum on it. He swallows around a lump in his throat.
“You still need to clean up your mess.”