Page 37 of Pretty Boy

Remiwasexhaustedwhenhe got back to his apartment, but happy as he walked in and the place was warm still. He thought about showering before bed, but ended up just brushing his teeth and slipping into his nest in nothing but his boxers. He told himself that it was because he was tired and didn’t want to sleep with wet hair. It had nothing to do with the fact that Dimitrios' scent was all over him. He was just sleepy.

He plugged in his phone and set his alarm. He lay in the darkness for a few minutes, mind replaying the scene at Dimitrios' office. Remi had no idea how Dimitrios was able to know what he wanted and needed without the omega having to tell him. The alpha reached right down into the core of him and pulled Remi’s most desperate desires to the surface to bring them to life.

Honestly, Remi had worried that he’d never find someone who would make him feel so simultaneously pretty and filthy. He knew that what he had with Dimitrios was temporary, but that didn’t stop it from being amazing and fun. Romantically, Remi had lived a pretty boring and uneventful life, but now his days were filled with the promise of sex and the fulfillment of desires he’d tried to suppress for half his life. All thanks to Dimitrios.

He thought about the alpha asking him if he could deepthroat, and his negative answer. Remi wanted to please Dimitrios, to give him something back in return for all that the alpha was doing for him. Learning a new skill for the bedroom seemed like the kind of thing a good sugar baby would do for the person footing their bills.

He reached over to his nightstand in the dark, fingers scrambling across the rough wood surface until he found his phone. He unlocked it and held it close to his face, squinting at the bright screen in the darkness. He opened the browser app and did a Google search.

Search:How to deepthroat

Remi sifted through the results, half of which were just porn, and finally found a few actually helpful articles. He read through them carefully, logging the information and tips for later. One website said that practicing with a toy first was best because it would help you get used to the sensation and learn to control your body’s natural response to gag.

Remi had a few toys in a little box under his bed that he used mostly for heat or when he was particularly needy and jerking off wasn’t enough. He set his phone down and leaned over the edge of his bed, rifling around until he found the small shoe box. He grabbed it and pulled it up, taking the lid off and using the light of his phone to pick out a toy.

He selected a long baby pink one that was smoother than the others, pulling it out of the little protective silk bag that it came with and studying its shape. He thought that it would be better not to have any texture to create resistance. He grabbed it and tossed the box down to the end of the bed.

Remi felt kind of dirty doing this in the middle of the night, it reminded him of being a teenager and trying to masturbate without his parents hearing or finding out. He slid the toy into his mouth, the slight taste of rubber a little off-putting, but he let his saliva coat it as he worked it in and out of his mouth a few times.

When he felt he was ready, Remi pushed it farther to the back of his throat. He gagged immediately and pulled the toy out, gasping for a moment, before opening back up and doing it again. He breathed deeply through his nose and prepared himself for the sensation, focusing on controlling his throat. This time he didn’t gag. He still felt the urge, but he suppressed it. He held the toy there for a few moments then pulled it back a little.

He worked in small degrees, first just letting the tip barely brush the back of his throat, then relaxing and letting it slip down his throat just a little. That caused him to gag again. He kept trying little by little until he could get about an inch down his throat without immediately gagging.

Remi pulled the toy out of his mouth and coughed, throat a bit sore. He grabbed his phone and saw that he’d been trying to deepthroat for almost an hour. He was going to be exhausted in the morning. He climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom, washing the toy and drying it before returning and putting it back in the box. There was more time to work on learning to deepthroat later, but now Remi needed to get some sleep.

He was going to be a total zombie at uni tomorrow.

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Unsurprisingly, Remi woke up with a sore throat. His voice was raspy and it sounded like he was getting sick. He knew he was hoarse from his late night experimentations. Maybe he had overdone it for his first time trying. Probably. Remi had a tendency to overdo things, and it wasn’t that surprising.

He’d been right about being dead tired, and he had to drag himself out of bed and into a shower. He dressed in his usual comfortable clothes, throwing Dimitrios' big sweater over the top of everything to keep himself warm.

Snow had come in the night, and was still falling. Everything was covered in a thick layer of white. The streets had all already been cleared in the early morning, the curbs piled high with dirty gray snow.

Remi waited at his bus stop, shivering and thinking that he needed to go shopping this weekend. He needed some warmer clothes, and now that he had a little money, he would be able to go home for Christmas and buy gifts for everyone. The thought had him smiling. He missed his parents and brother, as well as his best friend. Being able to see them at the holidays was one of the things he looked forward to the most.

Remi took his usual bus to school and stopped by the little café to buy a coffee to help him wake up and to soothe his sore throat. When he arrived at his marketing class, Phoenix and Aiden were both there already and Remi took his seat next to them with a smile, pulling out his textbook and notepad.

“Good morning, Remi. Did you sleep well?” Aiden greeted, leaning around his alpha to look at Remi.

“Well enough, I guess.” Remi rasped through his sore throat.

Phoenix leaned away from him, hissing like a cat and putting his fingers up in a cross, as if warding off a demon.

“Are you getting sick?” The alpha asked, pulling his shirt up over his nose and mouth.

Aiden smacked his alpha in the chest and leaned around him, reaching to put a hand on Remi’s forehead.

“You don’t feel like you have a fever.”

“I’m fine. I must have just slept with my mouth open or something.” Remi lied, somehow keeping a straight face.

Phoenix relaxed at his reassurance. Then, he began looking at Remi with a different suspicion, the corner of his mouth pulling up.

“Slept with your mouth open? Is that what we’re calling it now? Cause you sound a lot like Aiden after he su- Ow.” Phoenix was cut off by a smack to the back of his head from his omega.

“Finish that sentence, and you’ll be sleeping on the couch for a month.”

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