As an alpha I have behavioral principles, although those of my subgender are often singled out as those who are not capable of controlling their primal instincts, I am always trying to control myself, I have always succeeded. It's like a commitment that I have with others, they even know me as the alpha who never succumbs to his desires or that's how it was... Until Malfoy manifested himself as an omega.
Everyone was in mating season.
No, of course not, it's a simple exaggeration. Only a few co-workers, including several omegas, caused another large part of the workers to feel the symptoms of their own routines about to arrive. And the other part was experiencing the effects of the pheromones dispersed through the air causing their own primal instincts to be altered and one of them was Harry.
In his opinion, that was the worst period. Regardless of whether the workers were more focused on satisfying themselves physically than on finishing the work or on living healthily with the rest of the colleagues, he himself was affected and always ended up separating himself from the rest of the wizards and witches, only in this way could he control himself in his work. whole.
Like his friends, who hadn't stopped kissing since they arrived at the dining room.
Perhaps the awkwardness would have dissipated if the rest of those present, or at least the majority, were not in the same situation.
"Puff, I'm going to the office," he said out loud. But neither of them paid attention. She rolled her eyes and then walked away. As she walked towards the Auror department she wished she had some fresh air, free of the smell of so many omegas.
As it was lunch time, there was no one on the floor, only a few Aurors with work pending, so he decided to lock himself in his office.
When he closed the door he took off his auror robes and hung it on the wooden coat rack to his right. Now more comfortable, he sat down, determined to take a short nap before his classmates returned, but Harry was the type of person who before going to sleep, when everything was quiet and calm, would start thinking about anything. This time he thought of Malfoy and the call of his voice, along with that sweet aroma that was driving him crazy and that seemed to affect no one else.
The worst thing of all was that despite being rivals, she had always liked Malfoy. Well, not always.
In fourth year he liked Cho Chang, a witch a year older than him, but she dated Cedric. Cedric was attractive and popular, it was impossible to compete against someone like him. So he gave up on her before even trying. However, after Cedric's death, they maintained a kind of relationship which was a complete disappointment for both parties. He later liked Ginny, even confessing her way, but when they kissed for the first time it just didn't seem right, so they both decided to remain friends.
And when she started to like Malfoy, it was too much, she liked him a lot, but she had to hide it for the sake of the war and her own pride. It wasn't easy to admit in front of his friends that he liked the stuck-up blonde who always made fun of him. And with whom he no longer fought, but he did not maintain a exactly friendly relationship.
He sighed tiredly. Malfoy was handsome, especially lately, right after introducing himself as an omega. He had pale skin, soft to the eye. His long, delicate limbs made him look so elegant and his mid-back length blonde hair swayed gently, making Harry's heart flutter. He was so, so attractive.
Succumbing to his own instincts, perhaps because of so many pheromones in the air—who could say—Harry put his right hand between his legs, under his pants and boxers, and timidly felt his erection. He slowly wrapped his fist around it and then rubbed it up and down, slowly, imagining Malfoy flying on his Quidditch broom, Malfoy concentrating on searching for the snitch. Malfoy in the tight pants he loved to wear walking around the Ministry. And the movements on his erection accelerated until he couldn't take it anymore and the orgasm took over his entire body.
Agitated, with his boxers and pants soaked in cum and sweaty skin he lay unhandled for several minutes, simply staring at the ceiling and a constant thought in his head.
"Damn, I'm screwed."