"Aah...ohh—"
Eugene thought he would get used to it the second time, but...
It seemed like knowing the omega could take it—and took it well—made Arthur get rid of his own hesitation. He moved with the vigor of an alpha who hadn't fucked his omega for years. Impregnating his omega was no longer a want—it had become a need.
He enjoyed every gasp and moan, wisps of his omega's pheromone that told him Eugene wanted this too. The lithe hips that kept moving to meet him halfway, even while the omega sounded like he was going through a slaughter.
Even more so when Arthue pulled the omega up so he could go even deeper. It took a while for Eugene to realize he was cumming, perhaps because he was busy muffling his own scream by biting into the alpha's shoulder.
