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Aksel glowered at him, his hands flexing on Lucien’s sides. “What those assholes did to you when you were a kid isn’t relevant. You’re innocent and pure. Too pure for your own good.”

Lucien didn’t argue, knowing that it was useless arguing with Aksel on the subject. “I don’t understand what my purity—or lack thereof—has to do with this.” He gestured to his aching, sensitive chest.

Aksel pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Your body wants sex,” he said bluntly.

Lucien stared at him. “What? I—that can’t be true. I would know if it were true, wouldn’t I?”

Aksel’s expression became tight. “You’re on strong suppressants, have been for years. It seems you know nothing about your body and its needs. Trust me, what you’re feeling is arousal.”

“But...” Lucien squirmed. “I don’t—I don’t want you that way.” He couldn’t. Aksel was absolutely off-limits. Lucien couldn’t want him that way. He simply couldn’t.

Aksel’s face hardened. For a long moment, he didn’t say anything.

“Desire for sex is a physical need,” he finally said, his voice toneless. “It has little to do with the person you’re with. I’m not taking this personally.” His gaze shifted to Lucien’s bare chest, and a muscle jumped in his firm jaw. “Your tits don’t have milk. They ache because you want to be touched and get off. It’s as simple as that.”

Lucien shook his head dazedly. “But I’m not—I’m not hard,” he said. “I almost never get hard. You’re supposed to get hard when you’re aroused.” That much he knew. He wasn’t entirely clueless.

Aksel’s expression became even more pained. “You’re an omega. Getting hard is a secondary sign of arousal for you. And after decades on strong suppressants you might have erectile dysfunction. It means nothing.” He met Lucien’s gaze. “Do you get slick?”

His eyes wide, Lucien spluttered, “That’s—hardly an appropriate subject of conversation!”

A wry, humorless smile touched Aksel’s lips. “And showing your tits to an alpha and saying that they ache is?”

Lucien flushed. When Aksel put it that way, his behavior was terribly indecent. But this was Aksel. It wasn’t as though he’d never seen him topless. “You’re not just any alpha,” Lucien said uncomfortably. “It’s different.”

Aksel’s expression was strange. “Right. So answer me, then. Do you get slick?”

“Sometimes,” Lucien said, barely able to meet his eyes. “Not often. Usually around my heats. Suppressants can’t entirely suppress it.”

“Right,” Aksel said, clearing his throat a little. “And do you do something about it? Do you masturbate?”

Lucien’s face was on fire. “Aksel!”

Aksel shrugged, his eyes glinting. “I’m just Aksel, remember? I don’t count. You can be honest with me, Luce.”

God, this was mortifying.

“No,” Lucien replied stiffly. “I don’t touch myself.”

Aksel made a strange noise, half-exasperation, half-pain. “Then of course you’re worked up,”he said, looking at some point above Lucien’s shoulder. “Your body is starved for touch. It wants what it wants.” He looked back at Lucien’s bare chest, his gaze dark, almost haunted. “You’ve been neglecting your body’s needs for too long. It’s not healthy to treat yourself like a sexless thing when you are not.”

Lucien shook his head. “That’s—I still think you’re wrong—”

“For fuck’s sake,” Aksel snapped, his eyes flashing a supernatural blue. “You want me to prove it to you? I can prove it to you.”

Before Lucien realized what he meant, Aksel leaned down and latched onto his right nipple, sucking hard.

Gasping, Lucien arched his back off the couch, a sharp sensation of pain-pleasure shooting through his body. The maddening ache in his nipple was finally gone, replaced by… It felt... it felt so good. So unbelievably good.

“Oh God,” Lucien whispered breathlessly, burying his fingers in Aksel’s thick hair. “Oh God.”

Aksel sucked on his nipple for what felt like forever and not long enough. When he finally let go of it, Lucien whined and pushed Aksel’s head back to his nipple.

Aksel obliged, sucking on it hungrily, his large hand kneading the other breast. It felt heavenly. A pleasure this intense shouldn’t be possible… it felt so good, the intimacy of it exquisite.

Lucien moaned in protest when Aksel pulled off his nipple.