Only my friends, Hello_Im_Crazy279 and caffeinetea have provided me with stories about O/B/A or how the hell you say it that I actually read. They are normally rather rapey and i don't particularly like that, I hate ducks after all.
Warnings: Smut and cursing. You know, Smut, the things both of the tagged people don't seem to do that much. I could basically make a Smut book because I'm basically Miley Cyrus and at this point I don't have any innocence or fucking dignity left. I mean, everyone has a Miley Cyrus, I had mine in 2013-2014. Catch up!
Ages: 16.
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Kyle's POV.

I let go of Stan after hearing him say he loves me as well...

"Is that not what you wanted me to say? I'm so sorry!" He says.

"Hey," I say.

I take his extremely big hands for his body into mine and smile down towards him.

"You shouldn't panic so quickly," I say.

I kiss him but pull away after a minute. He gets close immediately afterwards. It's adorable and all but so unlike him. Maybe it's an omega thing? I never did ask dad what being an omega is like and text books around the subject are less then happy with omegas. Even stories favour the alphas as the more descriptive one. I just realised how much more our world values alphas... holy shit.

"I-sorry-I don't know why I just-," he says.

I hug him tight.

"It's okay, I honestly like you close to me," I say.

Maybe it's a bit more than like, maybe I, even while being a rather respecting person that actually likes sharing and doesn't think I'd want a closed of relationship, feel some part of me almost screaming that he's mine. What the hell even is the thought about? I don't like it, I don't like to be possessive, people are not something I or others own.

"What are you think about?" He asks.

I smile at him.

"Nothing.... Nothing. I just have a weird feeling, I don't know," I say.

"Can i help? Sure, I'm as stupid as a shoe sometimes but I'm always willing to try. Loyal knight at your service, m'lord," he says.

He gets up, bows and sits back now. I loudly laugh at this.

"But really, I wanna help," he says.

"And i wanna fuck, seriously, like half of my brain is thinking with my dick," I say, just shrugging at the end of the sentence.

I've told him weirder to the fucking honest with myself.

"I-I mean... I guess I'm fine with-," he says.

"But are you? Or is it just hormones?" I ask.

"Well... if it's hormones, fuck it, I'm fine with it," Stan says.

I sigh and kiss him again. This time, it goes on a little longer as he falls back on his bed. Is he really okay with this? I'm not basically forcing him... am I? Does he have the ability to give consent to this?

"Are you going to or do I have to do the work with this?" Stan asks.

I smile at him and get his shirt off. Normally this would be so much more aggressive but considering the fact Stan is new to everything and so on, it wouldn't be fair to do this to him.

"OH FUCKING HELL," he says.

He turns us around.

"Oh so now the omega is on top?" I joke.

"You're the last one that's going to judge me based on that," Stan says.

He gets my shirt off and continues doing what people are supposed to do when they have sex. Hey, I'm tired. I'm not going to be describing that his mouth feels like Heaven or any of that movie shit. I could talk like that, it's just not for me.

"I... how are we going to do this?" He asks.

I turn us around and kiss him. After I get away from him, I smirk at him.

"Don't worry about it," I say.

I start by going down to his neck. There is the fact both of us have been all over each other's necks before (and no, we didn't have feelings for each other back then) and as necks have what people call a 'Sweet/soft spot' which is a rather weird name as a soft spot is something cancer causes sometimes. It's the spot that feels extremely good when touched from what I know.

"Tells me not to worry about it, leaves me hanging," Stan says.

I laugh and bite the very spot I know to be it, his noise says that he knows that as well. So afterwards, I continue to go down until I have to take his pants and his underwear off.

"I-I," he starts.

I smile at him before taking the tip of it into my mouth, in case I have somehow gotten myself a gag reflex now. I continue to go down as slowly as I can, although Stan moving his hips makes it quite a lot harder to. I continue trying to do it as well as I can before Stan reaches his climax.

"Oh fuck! I'm sorry!" Stan says.

I smile.

"It's fine," I say.

I get my pants off.

"Do I do the same to you?" Stan asks.

"I mean you can but that's a lot more difficult than it looks, especially when I know your Gad reflex is the worst," I say.

"Do whatever," he says.

"Wow. What the Hell?" I ask.

"You heard me. Do whatever, if it's you, I know you'll find a balance between me not getting hurt and you, well, getting off," he says.

I sigh.

"I would but I'm not seeing lube or anything," I say.

"I mean, my dad has some. He doesn't use it anymore, my mom had some medical problem so they had to use it for sex," Stan says.

He goes out to get it. This boy just, without think twice, without checking if his family is home, went naked into his parents room. And this is the boy I love?

"Got it," Stan says.

He throws it to me. I get it easily.

"Um... I know that hurts but please... please try to not make it the most painful it could be," Stan says.

I kiss him and get him on the bed back again.

"I'd never hurt you too much, I promise," I say.

"My god I sound pathetic," Stan says.

"Why? It's normal to be scared you know. Especially when it's your first...," I say.

"I'm being such a stereotype," Stan says.

"You can't really help it, blame your hormones for it, for liking the most traditional yaoi. Trust me, dude, I'm doing everything I can so I'm not being a stereotypical douche top," I say.

I put the lube on three fingers.

"Breathe and try to calm down a little. It's going to hurt like hell if you're nervous," I say.

He does as I told him.

"You ready?" I ask.

He nods, silently preparing himself. I do the first, he doesn't make a noise.

"S-Stan?" I ask.

"It's okay," he says.

I do the send one. This time I get an audible answer as well as a slight rising of his legs. Something he does when he gets hurt too hard, either hands or legs.

"You okay?" I ask.

"Y-yeah," he says.

Third one has the clearest reaction as he yells out, both his head and hands move and he starts slightly shaking.

"Give me a minute?" He asks.

I nod.

"Take your time," I say.

After a couple of minutes, he lets me move my fingers. Which, yet again, he sometimes gives an audible sign of pain. How could someone be enough of a monster to see these signs? I mean, I hear there are some pretty big douches out there but....... no. I would personally never be able to.

"I think I'm ready," he says.

I nod.

"Okay then," I say.

I do the same to my dick, meaning putting lube on it and then I slowly put it in. Stan has the clearest pain reaction.

"Let's wait then," I say, smiling at Stan.

"Thanks," he says.

I take a deep breath.

"Do you really love me or is it hormones?" I ask.

"At first, i thought it was. It's not, I actually do love you, a lot. More than a lot, I think you're awesome and I-," Stan starts rambling on.

"I'm the one that is supposed to ramble, not you," I say.

He laughs. After a few minutes of waiting, he gives me a thumbs up. I go on a bit more, moving.

"How is it?" I ask.

"It's... weird. It's pretty painful but then, maybe because pain and pleasure are so close to each other, it kinda also feels good?" He asks.

We continue the rest without chitchat and when I get close enough, I pull out (even though it hurt Stan... which I didn't realize until I had done it) and get myself off.

"Well, I'm staying over I guess," I say.

He laughs and I get in the bed with him.

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I am faaar from a person that gets gay culture right and I'm really sorry if this is disrespectful, I will stick to talking about blowjobs.

~Eko.