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Written On His Skin
Storm and Linus explore written markings on Linus’ skin, both temporary and permanent.
– Ink on skin (henna & tattoo)
– replica peen as plug
– Multiple O’s
3.5k words
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“According to the instructions, we should let the paste sit for a few hours, at least.” Storm turned the narrow conical package in his hands, carefully cutting off its very tip with a pair of scissors. “But it’ll take 15 to 30 minutes to dry, and during that time, we can’t smudge it.”
“Okay,” Linus said.
They were both naked on the bed, Tamsen settled in to sleep for a few hours. Linus couldn’t deny that he had been anticipating this for a while.
“So, where do you want to be marked first?” Storm grinned, squeezing a bit of henna paste onto a scrap of paper to test its flow.
Linus starfished himself on the sheets. “I don’t care. Touch me.”
“Such a hungry omega.” Storm’s smile turned sharp; he prowled closer on his hands and knees, his thick cock swaying between his legs.
He flattened his large hand on Linus’ chest, rubbing it in circles so he brushed both nipples. Milk leaked from them; Storm leaned in to lick the droplets off.
“Okay, none around here. It’ll get messy.” He closed his mouth around one nipple and sucked; milk rushed out of Linus, and his spine arched.
“Storm,” Linus gasped.
“Oh. Looks like that got you hard,” Storm purred. He reached down to stroke Linus’ cock, fondling it casually. “Hmm. I’m getting you all messy with milk. Let me clean it up.”
He went straight between Linus’ legs and wrapped his lips around Linus with no warning, that tight heat engulfing him. Linus moaned, his legs spreading on instinct, his hole growing wet.
“Mmm. So delicious,” Storm said around his cock. He slid his fingers down to Linus’ ass and probed between his cheeks. “Wet here too. Can’t mark you here if you get this wet, sweetheart.”
“You make me wet,” Linus panted.
Storm pushed his fingers into Linus’ hole and swirled them around inside. “Mmm. So fucking ready to be bred again.”
Linus’ breath rushed out. He’d just given birth not too long ago. But the thought of his alpha stuffing him full again, trying to impregnate him… “Oh gods.”
“Yeah, you love that.” Storm’s voice dipped; his gaze darkened. “You never have enough of my cock, sweetheart. It’s like you want to live on it your whole life.”
“Yes.”
Storm grinned. “I should make one of those replica cocks, so you can wear one inside you when you go to work. Be stuffed with me when you teach in class.”
“I don’t think I’d be able to concentrate.” Linus shuddered when Storm’s fingers grazed his prostate. Storm growled and hooked his fingers, grinding them so hard against that sensitive spot that Linus thrashed and wheezed, leaking from his cock and hole.
“Well, let’s see you wear it around the apartment first. See if it makes you come all day.”
Because Linus’ biggest plug certainly did that, keep him on the knife’s edge so he couldn’t stop coming, could hardly walk a few steps before his knees buckled and he was shooting all over the floor.
“You’re so fucking desperate for my cock. Here, let’s try this.” Storm scissored his fingers. Then he stuffed his cock into Linus, and Linus came with a howl; he barely managed to shove his hands over his mouth. “That’s it,” Storm growled, fucking in deep so Linus clawed at the sheets. He held Linus down with one hand, and fucked him into the bed so roughly that Linus came again, and again.
Linus was drifting in and out of a blissful haze when Storm pulled out. “You haven’t come yet.”
“I know,” Storm said lowly, his gaze dark. “We got distracted. Let’s try this again.”
Oh. The henna tattoos. Right.
Linus laughed breathlessly. “You distracted me.”
“Guess I did.” Storm smiled and set down the tube of ink, going to the bathroom to wash his hands. He returned with a towel and clambered back between Linus’ legs, picking up the small conical tube.
The packaging was a shiny red, and it squished like a bag of frosting.
“I’ll start on your pulse point,” Storm said. “Want it there.”
“My students are going to see it, aren’t they?” Linus said dryly.
“Hmm. Well, I could write your name there so it’s a little less weird. You can point to it if they don’t know who you are.”
Linus wrinkled his nose. “No!”
“Alright. Just ‘Storm’ then. Seems fairly innocuous.” Storm gripped Linus’ hair and tipped his head back into the pillows. With a look of utmost concentration, he slowly squeezed the ink onto Linus’ skin. “It’s kinda lopsided. Maybe I should’ve practiced it elsewhere on your body first.”
Linus began to shake his head, but Storm held him down so he couldn’t move. “I like that it’s not perfect. We get better with practice.”
“Just like you taking my cock,” Storm whispered.
Linus huffed. “I’m not sure I needed practice for that.”
“Because you were made for me. True. Your body just sucks down my cock like a dream.”
“I’d say you can’t stop thinking about sex, but then again, we are naked in bed.”
“And I’ve still got a full load in my heavy balls. Just waiting to pump all that inside you.”
Linus squirmed. “Hurry. I want you back inside me.”
Storm grinned. “Figures. My omega wants my cock more than my markings.”
“It’s the same thing.”
“Not quite. People get to see my ink on you. Not my cock, as much as I want them to.”
Storm had told Linus about the desire to fuck him in front of his students. It had made Linus hot, at the same time it made him just a little uncomfortable, so they agreed never to do that in Linus’ classrooms.
Storm finished writing his name on Linus’ throat, thin lines of paste heavy on his skin. “Now, you can’t move that. No looking down or you’ll squish the words.”
Linus groaned. “Set a timer. The way you touch me, I’m not sure I can remember.”
Storm rumbled and reached for his phone, poking at it with his free hand. His other hand was still buried in Linus’ hair, holding him down.
He grabbed the towel and wiped off all the wetness on Linus’ body, the spots he could reach. Then he slipped his hand under Linus’ knee and pushed his leg to the side, exposing Linus’ hole completely.
“I think I want to do it this way,” Storm growled.
He pushed his whole cock into Linus, stretching him deep inside. Linus moaned.
“I want you to remember this. That you were stuffed full of me when I marked you.”
“Fuck,” Linus whined, his body clenching.
“When people see these markings on your body, you’ll remember exactly where you were when you received them. Pinned under me, my cock deep inside you.” Storm gave a hard thrust so Linus felt him all the way inside. Then he picked up the tube of ink again, writing his name on Linus’ inner thigh. “‘Storm’s omega’.”
The paste was so dark, it was almost black. Storm had cut a small opening on the tube so that not too much came out at once, so he could control his lines better. Later, when the dried paste was removed, it would leave a deep brown marking on Linus’ skin.
Storm moved the tube to Linus’ chest, over his sternum. More ink went down.
“‘Such a pretty omega’,” Storm said as he wrote the words.
And over Linus’ belly, “‘This bulges when it’s stuffed with my cock.’”
Heat burned through Linus’ face. “Storm!”
When he tipped his head down to look, Storm tightened his grip on Linus’ hair, and pushed his head back. “No moving. Just take my cock and my claim, sweetheart.”
That just made Linus hot inside.
Storm’s lips curled. “Yeah. I felt you squeeze and grow wetter around me.”
The angle grew more awkward for him to write with, the lower he went. Storm took a detour and wrote below his other words on Linus’ inner thigh, Good omega.
On Linus’ other thigh, he wrote, My omega.
“Now, I need to release you for this one,” Storm said. “Can you keep your head back for me? Do not move.”
“Okay,” Linus whispered, staring fixedly at the ceiling.
Storm released his hair and grasped Linus’ cock delicately between his fingertips. Linus’ breath rushed out of him.
“Don’t look,” Storm said.
And he began to write there, light touches of ink that stuck to Linus’ hard length. He went down one side, then wrote on the other side.
“Are you writing an essay?” Linus squawked.
“Nah.” He released Linus’ cock when he was done, sliding his fingers back into Linus’ hair to hold his head down. “Just a few words.”
He set down the henna tube and ran his thumb lightly down the side of Linus’ cock, next to the still-wet ink.
“On here,” Storm whispered, leaning in, “it says ‘Property of’. And on here.” He moved his thumb to the other side of Linus’ length. “‘Storm’.”
Precome shot out of Linus as he clenched around his alpha. He was never going to be tattooed there, but he loved the thought of his cock belonging to Storm. All of him belonged to Storm, really.
Storm gave a sharp smile. “You know that I can’t touch your cock for several hours, right? The ink needs to dry, and stay on there so the words will last a couple of weeks.”
“I thought you said it should stay on for a few hours.”
“That’ll let the tattoo stick around for a few days, but if you keep it on closer to twelve hours, my claim will be on you for two weeks.”
Linus shuddered and held his legs wide open, so nothing would touch his cock.
“Good thing you can come without needing to be touched there,” Storm purred. “All I have to do is keep nailing your sweet spot. Fuck you ‘til you scream.”
“Please,” Linus whimpered.
Storm pinned open Linus’ legs, and began to wreck his hole.
***
On their anniversary, Storm presented Linus with a wrapped, heavy box. Linus pulled apart the wrapping paper carefully.
And gaped when he realized what he was looking at: two flesh-colored toys, whose size and shape he was extremely familiar with.
“This is y-your cock?” Linus squeaked, warmth sweeping through his body. His own cock twitched—by now, it had been marked several times with Storm’s name.
Storm grinned, reaching around Linus to pick them up. The first toy was a replica of his cock without the knot, and the second was a replica with his knot. Both of them had flared bases so they could be used as plugs.
“Yeah, I had Professor Larkin help me add the bases. He said we can include vibrators in future models if you like these.”
Linus bit his lip. “Can I—Will you feel jealous if I—”
Storm laughed. Then he reached behind Linus and pushed down the back of his pants, his fingers sliding between Linus’ cheeks, pressing inside his hole. “Let’s get you knotted up, sweetheart. You can suck my cock while you take my knot.”
“This might be the best idea you’ve ever had,” Linus moaned.
***
“Try it,” Storm purred. “Put on your work clothes and let’s go to class.”
Linus sat up on the bed, hissing when Storm’s silicone knot pressed against his prostate. He lifted one leg to put on his underwear, except it put pressure on his sensitive spot.
Storm’s smile grew. “Put on your panties, sweetheart.”
Linus barely lifted his other leg when Storm’s knot pressed against his prostate, and he was coming all over himself. “S-Storm!”
Storm rubbed Linus’ back, still grinning. “It’ll just take a bit of getting used to. I’m sure you’ll learn to last longer on my knot.”
Just the knowledge that his alpha’s replica was inside him—that was almost too much. Linus shakily stepped into his pants, buttoned his shirt, and took a few steps.
He was coming again before he knew it, staggering into a wall. Storm followed him and held him up, his breath hot in Linus’ hair.
“Let’s get you to the door, sweetheart. Put on your shoes.”
Linus staggered away from him, shuddering when every movement against Storm’s knot sent a jolt of bliss through his body. He shook and twitched all the way to the door, trying his best to ignore the mess in his pants.
Then he bent down for his shoes, and the knot crammed against his sweet spot. Linus fell forward as he came, large hands catching him.
“Put your shoes on,” Storm growled.
Linus shook so hard, he couldn’t even put his feet into the shoes. Storm had to help him. Then he lifted his other leg, and pleasure shot between his legs again. He slammed his foot into the shoe and came, gasping against Storm’s chest.
“That’s it,” Storm groaned. “You love my knot so fucking much. It helps that it’s locking my come inside you, doesn’t it? Knowing my knot will keep you bred through all of today.”
Linus swayed. “I don’t think I can go to class like this. I’m not even in heat and I c-can’t—”
Storm walked him to the door. His knot kept rubbing inside Linus, pushing against him. Linus choked on his moan as he came again, the insides of his pants wet with slick and come.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot, sweetheart.”
“I can’t—”
“Alright.” Storm kissed his neck. He turned Linus around and pressed him chest-first against the door. Then he undid Linus’ belt and pulled down the back of his pants and underwear. Thick fingers slipped between Linus’ cheeks to grab the base of that sinful toy. Then it tugged, and Linus felt his rim stretch around Storm’s silicone knot, the rest of his length following behind that.
He couldn’t believe himself for thinking it, but it was a relief not to have that toe-curling pleasure against his prostate. He could barely stand, and he needed to get to class.
Storm pushed his own warm cock into Linus, pounding so hard that Linus scrabbled at the door and came again.
Storm came inside him, pulse after pulse of heat that made Linus press his forehead against the door, his body thrumming with delight. Storm pulled out too soon. And he slid something else into Linus’ body—a smaller plug, that would hold his come but not give him a hair trigger.
“There. You’re so good for me, sweetheart. That was so amazing to watch. Fuck, I love that you love my knot so much.”
“Maybe later,” Linus slurred. “Need your knot later.”
“Of course,” Storm growled. He kissed Linus and helped him clean up, casually slipping his hand down the front of Linus’ pants—to stroke his name on Linus’ cock.
***
Linus stepped into the small shop, looking around at the colorful omegas there. Dyed hair, pierced ears, ink on their skin. “Hi. I have an appointment with Curley?”
“Linus?” A thin omega with curly hair stepped forward, a shiny ring on one side of his lower lip. “I got your email. If you’re ready, we can get started.”
“Sure.”
It felt weird, taking off his clothes with other people present. Granted, it was only the clothes on the lower half of his body. And granted, it was all omegas there—that was a big reason why Linus had chosen this place.
Curley entered the private room to show Linus the stencil.
“Sorry, this must be weird,” Linus said. This wasn’t the tattoo he had initially planned on getting—Storm’s name on his chest—but it was just as much of a claim, and Linus knew his alpha would love it just as much.
Especially because Storm had done this with henna a few times, and every single time, he hadn’t been able to keep his hands off Linus.
Curley grinned. “A tattoo around your hole? Not common, and not advisable with new relationships, but you’ve confirmed that you’ve been bonded and married for a while. Smells like it, too.”
Curley sniffed discreetly; Linus blushed, knowing the mix of daffodil, cedar, and musk on his skin. Storm had covered him very thoroughly in come this morning, rubbing it all over his body.
“We have a child together. Planning on a second one. I’m doing this before my next heat as a gift to him.”
Curley laughed and watched him carefully. Then he relaxed, and Linus realized he had passed some kind of test.
He had to get on all fours so Curley could get the stencil on him. Then Curley took a picture, and Linus examined the purple ink around his hole.
It felt… obscene.
But the anticipation of Storm’s reaction made him go through with this.
“Don’t worry, it won’t take too long,” Curley said when the tattoo gun hummed.
It did hurt. Linus gritted his teeth, pressing his palms against his cheeks. After the minutes that felt like forever, Curley wiped down his newly-tattooed skin, and pasted small pieces of protective film on him.
“There, all done.” He took a picture for Linus; not that Linus could show it to anyone. It looked good, though.
“Thanks,” Linus said.
Curley grinned. “Take care of it.”
***
That night, Linus stopped by the dining table, where Storm was working on his laptop. “Husband dearest.”
Storm looked up, a fond smile on his lips. “Yeah, sweetheart?”
“I got you a present.”
Storm studied Linus’ face and gave a happy wriggle. “What kind of present?”
“Here, I’ll show you.” Linus took his alpha’s hand. Storm saved his work and followed Linus to their bedroom.
There, Linus began to strip. Storm whistled lowly and stood back to watch.
It wasn’t until Linus dropped his pants and crawled onto the bed, ass up, that Storm froze.
“Wait. What’s that on—in—your ass?” Storm came closer, his gaze locked on Linus’ crack.
“I got this for you,” Linus said. And he reached behind, pulling his cheeks apart to show Storm the ink around his hole.
The words were written in a circle, so Storm would see something different depending on whether he had Linus on his back or on all fours.
If Storm were to bury his cock while Linus was on all fours, he would see Fill me, alpha inked in an arc above Linus’ hole.
If Storm were to look down while Linus was on his back, he would see Storm.
“Holy fuck,” Storm whispered, palming the sudden bulge in his pants. His pupils were blown. “Sweetheart. That’s—”
“Do you like it?” Linus asked shyly.
“That’s so fucking hot.” Storm groaned, squeezing himself. “Did you just get it today?”
“Yes. It’s why it’s still kind of red.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Like a sunburn. It’s not so bad. The second skin makes it safe to touch for now, but you’ll still have to be careful with it.”
Storm panted. He leaned in, cupping Linus’ ass with his large hands and spreading his cheeks, feasting his eyes on Linus’ hole.
“I knew you really liked it when you put the henna tattoo there,” Linus said, his throat dry. “So I thought… I’d go a step further.”
“Fuck. I—I could come, just by looking at this.” Storm pulled out his cock, rubbing it against Linus’ inner thigh. “Mine.”
“You can fill me,” Linus croaked, his hole growing wet. “But be gentle when you touch it.”
“Yeah. Fuck, I will.” Storm groaned, pushing his tip into Linus’ body, stretching him inside. His precome shot everywhere; he pushed deeper, grinding against Linus’ sensitive spot over and over. “Fuck, it’s all stretched around me now.”
He flattened Linus against the bed and pinned him. Then he thrust deep, so sinfully that Linus came around his alpha, his body clenching.
“Mine,” Storm snarled. He kept Linus’ ass spread with his hands, and hammered roughly into his hole. “Keeping you open, keeping my cock off the ink. But you didn’t say I can’t go hard.”
He held Linus down and pounded into him like an alpha hell-bent on knocking him up. Pleasure flooded Linus’ veins. Storm fucked him into the next orgasm, and the next. Linus could only shudder and shove his hands over his mouth, screaming each time Storm brought him over the edge.
“Such a beautiful omega,” Storm panted in his ear. “So ready for me. So willing to take every drop of my come.”
“Please,” Linus begged.
Storm plowed in until his own cock swelled, and he unloaded deep inside Linus’ body. “C-can you take my knot or not yet?”
“N-not yet, just to be safe,” Linus whimpered. “But I can’t wait to have your knot again. Can’t wait to be stuffed full, alpha.”
Storm groaned, shooting another jet of come into Linus. “Maybe you’ll feel like a virgin again by the time I get to knot you. Ruin your sweet hole, make it all mine.”
Linus shivered and relaxed into the sheets. “I still plan on getting your name on my chest, by the way,” he mumbled. “Just thought you’d like to have this one sooner. So you know I need to be bred.”
Storm groaned. “Keep that up, and I’ll have another load ready for you.”
Linus pried apart his cheeks to show Storm his claimed hole. “Please, alpha.”
“Fuck,” Storm growled.
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