【Aoyu】Third year of thinking differently

※Kazakh Hero Alpha×Russian Fairy Omega

※N years after the background of the original work / see the article for private design

※ABO/moto play/NC17

Part 1

——What is the difference between friendship and love?

"Who knows, just do it or not."

——Then what is the difference from "Supreme Friendship"?

"Huh?"——The 18-year-old Russian goblin frowned and tossed her hair: "Isn't that the difference between masturbating for you and blowing for you?"

Pausing for half a second, the blond young man who realized that he had answered the question wrongly stared: "Hey! Is this your question for the champion?"

The choked-up reporter stopped writing, feeling a headache for this handsome but rude young champion.

Yuri Prisetti, figure skater, 18 years old, 175cm, Omega.

This is the third gold medal he has won since entering the senior group, and it is also his honor for the third consecutive year.

Reaping the gold medal won't bring much emotional fluctuation to the young and famous gold medal recidivist. Even the domestic media, which always loves to exaggerate, just replaced the "Russian gold medal robber" in some small magazines with "diamond" and "goblin". .

The young man who has long been accustomed to this deserved award ignored the overseas news that accused him a lot, and all of them saw through the jealousy and inaction of these mediocre people who had never been able to win him and his motherland.

Yuri put on his hood and let out a loud whistle—dodging fans in a blinding flash and getting into the car.

Part 2

If Yuri introduces himself in the order he likes, he will put the gold medals he has won for three consecutive years at the top, and——he will never mention Omega.

Although attributes are not the standard to measure everything in this society of equal rights, even Omega has shown a better adaptability than Alpha in quite a few fields—but as far as Yuri is concerned: he is an athlete in competitive sports, and this It was the only label he was allowed to put on himself, and it had nothing to do with whether he was an Omega, an Omega or an Alpha.

——Of course, this biological gender is not useless at all... lah.

Yuri turned the corner and paid the fare, and almost escaped the autograph under the excited identification of the taxi driver.

——The poor "One Point" grabbed him by the collar of his clothes and lifted him up. Before Yuri could return the pen, he was carried out of the car door.

"Hey!!"

The strong desert smell swept over, and Yuri suddenly felt his throat dry and tight.

"You're here early."

"It doesn't matter, anyway, you arrived earlier than me."

The source of the desert smell blinked his eyes lightly, showing a slight smile as he couldn't explore his expression.

Yuri brushed aside the strand of blond hair that blocked his vision, rolled his head and took off his hat, and was pinned against the wall with his head pinned to the wall with his wide, wet palms.

At the same time, Otabek's chapped lips pressed against his forehead.

Part 3

Otabek Altin, figure skater, 21 years old, 184cm, Alpha.

If we introduce him in the order that Yuri cares about, the first one should be—"What do you bastard eat to grow so tall!"

However, Otabek has never minded the unreasonable fuss of this rough-and-tumble young man. He has just finished finishing the regular game, and he is still reviewing deficiencies and analyzing point deductions, but from time to time he watches the coach being interviewed by the champion who is separated by a wall. Take care.

Otabek didn't say he understood. After finishing his summary, he handed over the bronze medal on his chest together with the game record to the coach, and sneaked out while everyone's attention was on the champion.

"Go for a drive, eat, and take you home."

Yuri took the helmet and jumped onto the back seat of the motorcycle, grabbed the small tuft on the back of Otabek's coat that was about to be bald by him, and opened his arms slightly back when he got up to speed: "Otabek——"

The roar of the locomotive could not drown out his excited screams. Otabek always liked to hear this sound from the back seat of his locomotive—it was more vivid and alive than any goblin, diamond, or champion. .

"Hi—Otabek—"

The wind howled, and even the strong desert smell on Otabek's body was blown away by the wind. He couldn't help pricking up his ears to listen to Yuri's next words, but he was not surprised to hear a sentence——

"Why are you—fucking—so—so—tall—"

Part 4

Otabek, who had grown too tall for three years, finally looked more suitable for this locomotive.

Yuri supported the metal frame behind his buttocks with his backhand, and he could tell with the naked eye that the back in front of him was much wider than when they first met.

This young man always had a smell of sand and dust that drifted away with the wind. As he grew older, the smell that had brought him great distress seemed to gradually accumulate into a desert——Yuri had never seen a desert, but For some reason, I feel that this is how the accumulation of ordinary dust-flavored pheromones should feel.

Otabek slammed on the brakes for the cat that sprang out from the middle of the road, and the young man behind him who had somehow become silent slammed into his back.

The cold fragrance of ice and snow, which is rarely seen in cold winter nights, overflowed instantly, and Otabek, who was enveloped in this smell, couldn't help but turn his nose red.

"Um...damn..."

"Are you ok?"

The prisoner who hit him on the back didn't even raise his head, his arms were around his waist, he must have been knocked dizzy.

Otabek looked up at the moon in the sky, turned his head and slowly slid into the dark alley behind the street.

Yuri, who was behind him with his head bent against his back, had the tips of his ears buried in the leopard-print hood blushing.

Part 5

Just like what the youth champion said in the post-match interview: The difference between friendship and love lies in whether you do it or not.

——Yuri hasn't done it yet, but it can't be said that he hasn't even experienced love.

And the difference between friendship and "supreme friendship"-probably is that when you make unreasonable demands, the other party chooses to help you or give you a mouth.

——Yuri still hadn't done it, but he couldn't help thinking if Otabek made such a request, would he beat him back or curse him back.

"I heard them interview you."

Yuri took off his helmet: "What?"

"Friendship, love, stuff like that."

The young Alpha who has grown too tall in the past three years is only in his early twenties, and his body has been filled with masculinity through years of practice. Yuri really can't help but pay attention to his Omega physique in front of such a strong Alpha——and His figure is called a goblin.

"So... are you going to go beyond 'Supreme Friendship' with me?"

Yuri opened his mouth, and the beating or scolding that was still entrenched in his mind just now disappeared: "What?"

"Yes, or not."

Part 6

Yuri had encountered a similar choice a few years ago, but at that time it was still whether to get in the car or to make friends——Yuri, who hadn’t realized that he never seemed to have the upper hand in such a conclusive request, couldn’t help it. There was a sense of anxiety like rushing ducks to the shelves: "Who cares if you want it or not!"

However, Otabek took a step forward and forced the little tiger, who was on the verge of exploding, to lean against the locomotive with his legs.

——Yuri, who almost thought he was going to be kissed, also almost thought he was going to sink into the sea of ​​sand.

The pouring pheromones made this country with a pleasant climate suddenly produce the exotic customs of Central Asia.

Yuri hurriedly closed his eyes, waiting for a long time but nothing came - he opened his eyes vigilantly, but saw Otabek close at hand:

"If I want, I will" continued.

——Yuri got angry from it, and directly continued the "continue" that Otabek had not said.

Otabek was knocked back a step by this man's sudden impact—he had just stood still when the big, stinky cat grabbed the windshield and lifted his helmet.

When Yuri is extremely angry, he is always like a rose with thorns in the ice and snow. The ice and snow are his taste, and he is the rose itself.

The cold incense, which is usually roughly equal to the tasteless, is much calmer than the hot body that produces pheromones. This smell makes Otabek, who rarely experiences extreme cold, forget it once he smells it, let alone this one that lives in his heart immediately after a single glance. youth.

They were still little boys at that time, and the light goblin who occupied Otabek's eyes was no longer what it used to be.

Otabek straps the warrior he fell in love with at first sight to the back of his motorcycle and melts hard diamonds like ice and snow when warm.

It's also his fault that he sees something different, and loves his boy behind him more than the fairy who is far away.

Part 7

Yuri lifted Otabek's helmet, and the fashionable rivet decoration on his wrist pierced into the man's strong back as he hung his hand on the back of the man's neck.

Otabek didn't seem to notice it, and put his hands through Yuri's armpit and hugged his waist; The cold leather cushion of the locomotive turned around and raised its legs to straddle it.

They couldn't control their youthful and impulsive kisses, and they absorbed the warm and humid air from each other's mouths. The smell of ice, snow and desert was also dull and unreal, but under the baking of the hot body temperature, they produced the wonderful illusion of season dislocation.

Yuri noticed that Otabek's hand fell on his thigh and retracted like an electric shock, he couldn't help but let go of the restrained lips in his mouth, and grabbed Otabek's hand lightly.

"You want to touch me?"

Otabek was speechless.

"Want to, or not?"

This young man, who seized every opportunity to return him in his own way, turned back to the fuel tank of the locomotive. His soft and boneless body fit the streamlined design perfectly, and his tight buttocks squeezed the tailbone It reached Otabekron's raised crotch.

Otabek didn't have time to think, he chose "think" without thinking.

Part 8

Omega, who is extremely reluctant to mention his biological gender in the competition, finally has a moment to thank the creator for his attributes: when he allows Alpha to develop his body under his instruction, the supreme joy will replace all possible or impossible possible pain.

Yuri was lying on Otabek's fuel tank, and his tight leather pants were pulled to the heels of his legs by the people behind him.

Otabek put one hand under Yuri's body, pinched his genitals that were squeezed between the leather seat and his lower abdomen, and rubbed them gently up and down.

Just the physical stimulation of the front end caused the body of this talented Omega to shudder, and suddenly not only the front side burst out with love juice, but also the back side that had never been used in love became wet.

Yuri supported the fuel tank with both hands and barely supported his upper body.He turned back to confirm with an awkward posture.But he was taken aback by the thick penis that jumped out of Otabek's pants at this time.

"This is too..."

"You can refuse."

—This is not an Otabek request.

Yuri frowned and stretched his right hand behind him to grab the staggering giant: "I want this."

Hearing this, the young man who had obtained the permission of the person he admired pushed forward, and tentatively squeezed his fat fleshy head against Omega's moist rear hole.

Extreme discomfort rushed straight into Yuri's brain, but it was precisely this indescribable sense of disobedience that made him clearly aware of his own mood.

Yuri groped and grabbed the end of Otabek's hair with his backhand, grabbed the man's hair and stood up on tiptoe and sat down vigorously.

Part 9

The severe pain caused the tiger in front of him to shrank into a tabby cat. Otabek hurriedly wrapped his arms around his trembling body, pinching Yuri's instantly limp penis and kneading it continuously.

Otabek stared sideways at the smooth neck that was close at hand, and the strong fragrance of ice and snow was no less than an ice storm that swept through his desert-like pheromones—he stuck to the back of this neck impatiently and sniffed his sweetheart. Taste, try to restrain yourself not to covet the pleasure in front of you and open your mouth to bite on it.

"Oh, Tabek..." Yuri whimpered and turned his face away. Seeing Otabek's forbearing expression at the moment, he asked angrily, "When did we stop being in love?"

Otabek slightly raised his eyebrows.

"Why do you still ask me? Isn't it love for you to me? But my mother treats you..."

Fortunately, Otabek kept his mouth shut.

Yuri pressed Otabek's hand, and their subordinates were the pink penis that had been rubbed on the leather seat of the motorcycle until it stood upright again.

The man who finally got the exact answer insisted on grabbing the ice and snow goblin and plunged into the sea of ​​sand, but the stick attacking behind him almost stabbed him to heaven.

Otabek, who was a lap older than him, almost wrapped Yuri in his arms. He didn't even have time to consider whether the place where they were at the moment was convenient, so he was dragged into the vortex of lust involuntarily.

Yuri gasped and fell onto the fuel tank, and Otabek's big hands protected the top of his head through the dropped hood, preventing him from being bumped into the handlebar by the impact behind him.

This well-timed obstacle also suppressed the impulsive Alpha who couldn't wait to form a relationship. Otabek used his free hand to pinch Yuri's slender waist, and forced to bury the whole penis deep in, but he was caught before his own bulb was not enough. Pulled out immediately before the controlled formation.

Yuri yelled in a low voice and raised the back of his neck. After being violated, his body was disconnected for a moment due to the momentary emptiness. He subconsciously stepped back to seek his lover's penis, but was suddenly filled with hot thick liquid. .

"Otabek..."

The young man who was called came up from behind and hooked his wrist to let Yuri touch the bulb swollen in the air.

Yuri withdrew his hand like an electric shock, and in less than a second he boldly stuck it up—he almost immediately felt Otabek's trembling, and then he was splashed again.

"this is……"

"If it's going to make you pregnant, don't pull it out."

Yuri turned around and stared at him: "How dare you make me pregnant!"

Otabek raised the corner of his mouth for the first time: "It's you——whether you want it or not."

END

Sequel to "The First Year's Mistakes"