Villain Saving System (BL)

Oliver splashed some cold water on his face to calm himself down. Alas, when he lifted his head up, the reflection that stared back at him was still the same; cheeks shyly flushing, wide dreamy eyes, slightly swollen lips—both from the earlier kiss and how hard he had been biting his lips for the past few minutes. Overall, he looked...inappropriate. Obscene. Oliver couldn’t imagine how his face would have looked on the screen. And God—on their way here, people were staring. Majority of the reason was of course because of Altair’s commanding presence but... Oliver groaned and propped his arms up on the sink. No matter from which angle one looked at him, he totally gave the impression that he had just been ravaged. Or worse, wanting to be ravaged.

Simply speaking, he was horny.

Ever since Altair dropped down to his knees, the perfect picture of gorgeousness in one package, Oliver already felt the ever low shimmering arousal deep within his gut. And when the Alpha boldly kissed him in front of everyone...Oliver was ashamed to admit that all he wanted to do was to pull down Altair’s neck so he could deepen the kiss and then make out with him right there and then. The spectators be damned.

But he couldn’t. He was Prince Oliver and Altair was also a Prince. Worse, he had a reputation to behold as the official envoy from another kingdom. Losing their mind over lust like unbridled animals was the last thing Oliver wanted to see happening to Altair. "Be patient, Oliver." He stressed to himself in the mirror. Fortunately, the bathroom was empty so he was spared from the humiliation of anyone seeing him freaking out over making his relationship public.

It was official, the corner of his lips lifted into a blissful smile. From now on, everyone would know that he belonged to Altair the same way Altair was his.

Eagle beastmen were faithful spouses, or so Altair told him. That meant that Oliver wouldn’t have to share him with another omega. Wasn’t that just like a dream come true? A wistful sigh escaped Oliver’s lips. Now it would be perfect if Altair would cut himself some slack and stop treating Oliver like he was a cracked porcelain glass.

Oliver drummed his fingers on the marble surface. One plan after another popped up in his mind. When Altair sent him home later, maybe Oliver could invite him in for some tea or coffee. Then he would take the Alpha by surprise like usual and went down on him to suck him off. It had been a long time, hadn’t it? The last time he had done it was more than a week ago. Altair’s body must have been repressed and frustrated. And then, Oliver would incite the Alpha by touching himself and he knew perfectly just how to press the button so Altair could snap.

Shudders ran down his spine and he pressed his thigh together to hide his erection. God, he was already half hard just by imagining how Altair would eat him out like a starving beastman. His tongue, wet and hot, going wild inside him, leaving a trail of wreck along the way. Heaven, it was all Oliver could think of and...and if he could press further, he could have provoked Altair enough so that the Alpha would agree to have his help during his rut. Oliver didn’t want to use the heat inducing medicine to force him but one or two pillow talks must be allowed, right? Oliver knew it was a shameless move from him but he couldn’t help it. That’s just how much he had been yearning to have Altair inside him.

Oliver shook his head and took a deep breath, again and again until his mind was void of dirty thoughts and his erection went down. Only then did he wash his face once again to recede the flush. More than ten minutes later, Oliver deemed himself appropriate to be seen in public and nodded. He went to his communicator and intended to ping Altair when he was met with no signal caution.