Tarymn nodded.
“Make those arrangements for me. I want everything signed and sealed by tomorrow,” he said. His omega was flighty. He might run. Hym hoped not.
He walked out of the office and headed to his room.
Now, about his heat, Hym thought as he walked to his clothing cubicle. He had three days to figure out the no-touching rule.
He’d sounded confident when he spoke to him, but now not so much.
Jamue was clever to make him wait for his heat. He would be less in control then.
Fuck.
He looked over at the bed, imagining Jamue naked, cock head pointing up to his flat stomach. His virgin hole, dripping wet. Hym groaned, biting into the inside of his mouth.
He turned back to the clothing cubicle and pulled out the box full of pleasuring bots. He had a couple of strokers and fantasy holes. His heat routine was simple and to the point, he stroked his cock for a while with the stroker, getting himself to the brink, then sank his aching cock into the fantasy hole.
The fleshy ass and hole always made him wish for the real thing – his dream omega’s sopping wet hole, closing around his cock. Hym clenched his jaw as the dream flashed through his mind. He grew instantly hard and needy.
Dammit.
The pleasuring bots won’t do. Not with Jamue here.
He needed something highly stimulating.
Something that'd get the job done faster, so he didn't reach for the real thing during his heightened period.
Maybe Ludiin had something new. The genius inventor was always working on something. His pleasuring bots were a hit all over the planet. They helped lonely, sad and abnormal fools like him.
Hym dropped the box on the bed and went to Ludiin’s room. He knocked, but there was no answer.
He could be in his den. He spent most of his time in there anyway. Hym walked to the end of the hallway and climbed up the stairs to the third level of the house.
The whole floor was Ludiin’s den. His brother gave the omega everything he wanted.
The smell of rubber and silicone hung in the air. Light poured into the space from the skylight, taking up half of the roof on one side of the den. A massive steel shelf took up one wall. On the other three walls were tables with random parts of pleasuring bots, moulds, sculpting stands and other things Hym couldn’t identify.
He heard mumbling from one corner of the den. Hym made his way there and found Ludiin bent over what looked to be an automated pleasuring bot. The thrusting cock obscenely wiggled and punched through the air.
Was that a knot at the base of the cock? It was thick and hard. He watched it deflate as Ludiin turned the bot off and reached for something in the discarded box on the floor.
'The Alpha Experience'was written on the box in big letters.
Was that the name of the pleasuring bot?
His half-brother was a genius. He created all kinds of pleasuring bots.
But The Alpha Experience?
That was a bit presumptuous of him.
Nothing could replace the real thing. He should know. He’d tried… Hym ground his teeth at the thought of his dream omega.
I have Jamue now, he told himself.
“What’s wrong with you? Why don’t my customers like you?” Ludiin mumbled, staring at the bot. He hadn’t noticed him there.
Ludiin reached for the still hard cock and closed his fingers around it lovingly, his thumb rubbing the ruby silicone head.