Under his key

      The music in Eden’s Twilight is as loud as ever, killing any chance to hear even your thoughts. Normally, it isn’t Neil’s preferred scenery, but tonight he is thankful for the deafening beat because it will be a great cover up for the vibrator Andrew has put in him earlier.       As Neil and Andrew go to fetch drinks, Neil stumbles when the toy comes to life, buzzing furiously and sending hot tingles towards his groin. It massages his prostate and rim at the same time, and the pleasure of it feels forbidden. Neil is an alpha, after all, so he shouldn’t enjoy such things, should he?       His cock has no such apprehension though and gets interested. Unfortunately, Neil can’t get hard because of the cage that Andrew has put on him, the contraption preventing erections and knots. The key is currently in one of Andrew’s many pockets, but Neil suspects that he won’t feel merciful enough to unlock the cage any time soon. Not until Neil begs for it.       The vibrations slow down a bit, and he sighs in relief. His legs feel like jelly and it takes a lot of effort to walk somehow normally without stumbling. Neil is thankful for Andrew’s hand at his back, guiding him through throngs of partying people. He feels exposed, as if others eyes trace his every movement.       Can they see anything? Neil wonders as he brushes against the sweaty bodies. Can they smell it?       Neil’s paranoid mind spins the suspicions around, making his pulse race. Someone stumbles into him, and if it wasn’t for Andrew’s steady presence, Neil would end up on the sticky floor. He turns his head towards the other alpha’s neck, stealing a quick whiff of the comforting scent. Andrew doesn’t comment on it (or his voice gets lost in the booming beat of the music), but he loops his arm around Neil, squeezing him into his side.       When they get back with their drinks, Neil feels like he might explode right in front of everyone. If it wasn’t for the cock cage, he would have come into his pants a few times already. Good thing that Andrew hasn’t made him carry a tray with the drinks, because it would end in a total disaster.       Neil sits down and jerks as the vibrator presses into him deeper. It doesn’t go unnoticed by Nicky.       “You okay?” he asks, looking him over.       The dim lights mask Neil’s blush (at least, he hopes so). He nods and waves away the concerned beta, embarrassed about the situation. The others quickly scatter to the dance floor, leaving the two alphas at the table.       Why has Neil agreed to the whole thing?       He glances at Andrew who is sitting right at his side, sipping at his soda. A drop trails down from the corner of his lips down to his neck, and Neil has the urge to lick it.       Andrew puts the glass down and pushes his cold finger against Neil’s cheek, forcibly turning his head away. Neil swears he hears him saying 'Staring' in his usual bored tone. A smile stretches his lips, and Andrew scoffs at the sight.       The toy in Neil’s hole turns up again, and Neil swears. Heat spreads through his belly, coiling right in the center, but there is no way out for it. He bites his lip to stop himself from groaning, frustration growing with each passing second.       A tug on his wrist makes him look at Andrew. The alpha inclines his head towards a storage room, and Neil doesn’t waste a second to follow him.       Inside, his pants are quickly undone and pulled down, Andrew standing so close to him that their chests are touching. The walls block some of the noise and Roland has gotten the signal not to come in here, so they can have a few minutes of privacy.       “Do you want to come?” Andrew whispers, kissing Neil’s neck and licking at his scent gland. Neil is so distracted by Andrew’s soft touches that his brain needs a while to interpret the question.       “Yes,” he moans as his scent gland is nibbled at. The fire in his belly spreads out to his whole body, the need for release now being nearly unbearable.       Andrew seems to contemplate Neil’s answer while teasingly tracing his finger on the cock cage, the touch so close, yet so far away. “I’m not sure,” he says.       “Andrew,” Neil says and gasps when Andrew’s teeth press into the juncture between Neil’s neck and shoulder. “Alpha.”       That seems to do the trick because Andrew fishes out the key and soon Neil’s cock bobs in the air, hard from all the teasing it has endured. Neil scrambles for purchase against the wall he is pressed against as Andrew closes his hand around Neil’s dick and starts jerking it off. It takes Neil an embarrassingly short time to tip over the edge, the come covering Andrew’s hand and his knot inflating.       While Neil tries to get his breath back, the wall holding him up, Andrew wipes his hand with a tissue and turns off the vibrator.       “Do you want me to…?” Neil asks, trailing off, his eyes locked on Andrew’s bulge.       “Later,” Andrew says, his face impassive.       Soon, Neil’s cock is back in the dreaded cage and the key back in Andrew’s pocket once again.       Their clothes are straightened, so that they both look presentable. But there’s still something missing, and Neil’s heart always yearns for it.       Neil bares his throat to Andrew, the gesture going against everything his mom taught him about survival. She would be repulsed by him parading with someone’s scent on him, but she is dead and Neil has become kind of addicted to scenting — it brings something more to his life, something he can wait for and find joy in aside from Exy.       Andrew sighs but grants Neil his request and starts rubbing his head against Neil’s neck, leaving his scent on the skin. Neil closes his eyes and lets himself enjoy the moment, Andrew’s scent wrapping around him like a blanket.       “Better?” Andrew asks. To others he might seem unaffected, but Neil can see his dilated pupils and shortened breath that are signs of an incoming round two later at their house.       He can’t wait.