OMI 7

A Confused Heart

Lumière did not answer.

In response to my kiss, he put his hand behind my head, then kissed me more deeply.

The initiative was quickly taken by him. At first, he was polite as he explored, then a little more forceful as he got to know where I was feeling good.

Oh, I was somewhat relieved to know that he was good at it.

What the heck with fate, even if you say it’s only one person, you’ve probably dealt with others before.

He gently stroked my cheek with an open hand, his fingertips trembling a little.

(When was the last time? Are you a little nervous?)

He smiles shyly at my words.

(You may laugh, but I’m a dreamer up to this age. I only wanted to kiss someone I thought was the one, so you’re the first person I kissed. I was actually pretty nervous the first time we used the drug).

(No kidding, right?)

So why does it feel so good?

I didn’t feel any disgust at all. It was the first time I’d experienced such a tender kiss.

(When you meet someone you want to give everything to, you don’t want to be seen as clumsy. I swallowed my pride and asked my brother and close friends for advice. Doing it in reality is completely different. I can’t help but want to uncover you as I please.)

Then he kissed me again.

Ah, I see. Lumière is not selfish at all.

He’s always asking me, “What do you want to do?” and he’s always trying to keep up with my pace.

The wonderful scent I always smelled from him is getting stronger.

I hated the smell of the harsh perfume people wore at the shop, so why do I like this smell?

I felt a fever in my body.

I would not be able to stand up at this point.

(Shall we go to bed? Or do you want to continue here?)

I laughed a bit challengingly and he quickly picked me up.

“Are we going to my room?” I thought, but I was taken to his room. It was still evening, and a little sunlight came through the curtains.

When I think about it, this is the first time I’m going inside.

I wasn’t told I couldn’t go in, but I didn’t have to. We used to talk in the living room.

When I think back, he never entered my room without permission.

He would always call me from outside when he woke me up or tell me that dinner was ready.

He put me gently onto the bed, the scent intensifying.

(Éclair, can I really…)

He was about to say something, but I interrupted him, kissed him and took off the shirt he was wearing.

Normally my fingertips would be cold, but now they are so hot.

Should I undress?

I thought for a moment and then his hand slipped and touched my bare skin.

It gets hot from where it is touched.

I can still breathe normally, but somehow my head started to feel dizzy.

Before I knew it, my top was completely off, and the bottom seemed almost to be hanging on.

“Ah…”

The voice spilled out unintentionally as he gently touched the front that was about to show signs.

It was my own voice, but it was thin and weak, without a trace of sex appeal.

His big hands pulled my whole thing out, making me cum so easily.

Sure, it’s been a while since I’ve been here, but was I always this impatient? 

 This is a failure. This way, I’m the only one being taken care of.

I wondered if he was upset and looked at his face.

Lumière looked at me with feverish eyes, what the hell, he’s really excited.

When I explored a bit with my foot, his center also reacted properly.

I gently slid my hand into his underwear.

When I tried to touch him, he shook and trembled for a moment.

It was too much for my hands. I wrapped it lightly and rubbed it, the thing responded surprisingly well. I concentrated on the tip and pressed a little harder with my thumb.

He groaned, shook his hips a little, and reached climax.

What, we both can’t hold it back, can we?

(Hee hee…)

(Don’t laugh at me.)

(im sorry, but… hee hee)

What with us? Aren’t we just like a couple of inexperienced students?

I can see that such a fine and cool person is nervous about touching me.

After being in so many toxic relationships and being treated as nothing more than a commodity, this felt so new and almost too good to be true.

(Let’s do it together?)

(Just do what you want.)

I don’t think I’ve ever been caressed for so long.

His movements, each one of them laborious and gentle.

His large hands cupped mine, enveloping us both.

(Uhg… Hah, that spot, feel good…)

Yes, it feels good. My thought slipped out without me being aware of it.

I’m getting higher and higher, I don’t even know what’s going on anymore.

I can’t stop, everything feels so good.

I climaxed easily the second time, and again I feel like I’m the only one being cared for.

(Hah… You want me to suck on it? I think I’m pretty good with that.) 

(Tempting offer, but let me be the one to do it today.)

(What? Wait, wait.)

I can not believe it, he took my thing in his mouth just like that.

An Alpha does that to an Omega? Although I pretended to be relaxed, I suddenly panicked.

(Ahhh, wait! This is really not good!)

Can I cum in this person’s mouth? 

It was an irresistible feeling of immorality.

(Ugh! I can’t… Sorry!)

I gave in easily. It was the first time I ever had a blow job. It feels so good.

(I should be the one doing this to you…)

(Didn’t you say I can do whatever I want?)

(I did, but…)

I’m kind of out of tune.

Even after that, Lumière keeps touching me as much as he wants. I’m the only one being cared.

 I felt like a fluffer, carried along by the heat.

Halfway through, I don’t even know what I’m saying.

I feel like my back is soaking wet all by itself, when I was at work I had to use lotion or it wouldn’t slide in at all.

I think I said something along the lines of “touch me, put it in. But I don’t even know if he put his finger in.

After ejaculating for a few times, my consciousness just snapped out of it.

When I came to, it was dusk and night had fallen.

No way, did I fall asleep in the middle?

No, I must have overexerted myself after a long time and ran out of energy.

As I quickly turned pale and looked around, I realized I was in my own bed.

Lumière’s sheets must have been a mess, so I was moved here.

I got up quickly and left the room. From the way I felt when I got up, it was clear that he hadn’t tried to continue while I was unconscious.

We did not do it to the end, I would get some complaints if this was a job. 

When I walked into the living room, he noticed me immediately.

“I thought you wouldn’t wake up until morning. It’s a little late, but can you eat some soup?”

He was as usual, not angry at all.

Timidly, I take his hand, lean in and kiss him just so that our lips touch.

(I’m sorry we didn’t do it to the end. Even though I was the one who invited you).

(Don’t apologize, both you and I were overwhelmed by the pheromones. You seem particularly sensitive, so it was probably too much for you).

Feeling dizzy and confused was probably because I was “reacting” to his pheromones.

(Let’s have a serious talk.)

He had a serious expression on his face. I braced myself a little. Maybe he didn’t want to be with an Omega like me.

(I think I worried you by not being clear.)

(Worried? Me?)

(Weren’t you? You seemed rushed to me. You didn’t really want to be held by me, did you?)

He seemed to see through my shallow thoughts.

(Let me make one thing clear. Éclair, I like you. I want to spend my life loving you.)

He knelt down, took my hand, and looked right at me as he said this.

(We just met. Besides, I can’t do anything and I don’t have any special qualities. I’m just an Omega.)

Yes, just an Omega. Or maybe any Omega would have been fine.

(This may be hard for you to accept, but I instinctively felt that you were the only one. No other Omega would do. The day I met you, I was sure. You are my one and only.)

His voice was full of longing.

My face involuntarily heated up. It was the first time someone had really whispered love to me like that.

(I wanted to take my time telling you this. But it seems that I have worried you. Even if you don’t let me in physically or respond to my feelings, I won’t abandon you. And if you let me, I’ll always be by your side.)

He seemed to understand why I had suddenly made a move.

I actually thought that if we connected physically, he might let me stay longer.

But he said I didn’t have to.

(I don’t know if I like you. I’m sorry. I lived in an environment where I couldn’t have those feelings.)

It would have been easier if I could have lied and said that I liked him too.

But before I knew it, I had muttered those words.

When you fall in love with someone, being held by others for work becomes unbearable.

And those fleeting words of love whispered by temporary partners couldn’t be taken seriously.

I knew I shouldn’t lump Lumière’s words together with those of such people.

Since I had never received such genuine feelings before, I didn’t have the emotional capacity to respond.

(I understand that you are confused, but I am glad. I feel that I have finally heard your true feelings. Honestly, I didn’t mean to touch you in such an incomplete state. But when someone you like touches you like that, it’s hard to stop.)

He seemed reasonable enough, but he must have held back a lot.

(If you had rejected me, I think I would have been shocked, so it’s okay.)

Maybe I misunderstood and thought that if he rejected me, it meant that my body had no value.

(Were you really not uncomfortable? At first your body seemed tense.)

(At first, right? But after a while, I was so out of it, I was a mess. Maybe our physical compatibility isn’t that bad.)

When I joked and laughed, Lumière sighed deeply.

(Don’t say things like that carelessly. It makes me want to touch you again.)

He ruffled my hair a bit roughly.

(Hey, I want some soup.)

I was getting hungry, so I asked him again.

(I’ll prepare it right away.)

I thought that if we connected physically something might change, but he was the same as always.

I realized that he still just wanted to take care of me.

Somehow I felt so relieved that I almost wanted to cry.

Feeling loved might give Éclair a little more peace of mind.

The next part will be from Lumière’s point of view.