Inferno, the sequel to Tempt and the second installment of my omegaverse Hedonia has been posted!
Four agonizing days after Aziraphale encountered the mysterious, captivating omega at the glory hole of Tempt, he sets out for the nightclub, Inferno, where the omega told him he dances, and finds quite a lot more than he bargained for.
Tags: Omegaverse, pole dancer omega Crowley, alpha Aziraphale, pining, lore drop, background established healthy Lucifer/Crowley, polyamory/nonmonogamy, alpha x alpha sexual tension and flirting, lapdance, cunnilingus, vaginal knotting, scent kink, dirty talk, praise/slight degradation, porn with unexpected feelings, mafia/organized crime AU, and more!
The omega steps away from the pole and fluidly walks to the edge of the stage, his obscenely tall, shining platform heels clicking on the floor to the beat of Aziraphale’s heart, the swell of his hips an enticing sway the alpha wants to map with his mouth. When he stops, the toes of his shoes scarcely a breath away from Aziraphale, he bends down towards him, folding at the waist (little waist, tiny waist, slutty waist) as he smiles, runs a hand through long hair dangling around his face and whispers, all syrupy and sweet but incinerating, “the Angel of the Eastern Gate, I presume?”
Oh, how he’d missed that voice; Aziraphale’s smile grows in spite of himself, forgetting to at least try to appear somewhat aloof as he lets his eyes feast on the pale, subtly curved figure of omega, taking his scent deeply into his starved lungs as discreetly as he can. It’s been years since he has existed in this world, both in regards to connecting with an omega and doing so on ground that is, no matter how you look at it, dangerous, and the latter is almost as thrilling as the former; it’s no wonder his control over himself is shoddy indeed.
“You did your homework, I see,” he purrs, needing to make quite the effort to keep his hands from lifting up to wrap around those lovely slim ankles, convincing himself not to lean forward in order to run his tongue along the elegant slope of a beautifully shaped instep, “very good, darling.”
The delicate quiver that runs though that lithe body at the praise does not escape Aziraphale’s notice, nor does the prickle of his fragrance heating further; there’s a fine sheen of sweat gathered on his brow and his chest as well, and his tongue is envious again, it’s well on its way to being petulantly put out from all its been missing.
“You’ll find I’m always dutiful when it comes to the pursuit of knowledge, Mr Fell,” the whisper floating down to kiss Aziraphale’s ears is as lascivious as it is soft, “among other things.”
