Doing foreplay was not really needed when omegas could self-lubricate before sex. "Omega males don't even need their dicks." was a crass thing Anna had seen people say. Omegas were blessed with high fertility. Those gifts were taken for granted by people. Alphas in more conservative societies were not concerned with the pleasure of omegas at all. In stricter ideologies, they shamed omegas for it. Some countries even castrated omega males and cut the clits of the females. It was because they only saw them as wombs to produce babies. Breaca had largely liberal laws, but the alphas in particular were pretty conservative. No omega males were getting castrated in the country. Doctors only recommended foreplay for alphas when the omega was ill or not in heat. Betas were determined to be too small to matter much for the sake of penetration. Even when the omega was not wet and horny. By fingering Ronan with 2, and then 3 fingers, he was sending a message. He was big enough. When he began jerking him off too, it was not just for a show. Ronan needed pleasure.
Eventually Bryce gave an unimpressed sigh. Ronan, on the other hand, was totally going wild. He never had so much stimulation before. It was coming from the front and the back. Mitchel had never touched his dick before this moment. The beta male wanted to milk Ronan for everything he was worth. It only took a couple minutes for him to blow his load on the bed. He collapsed and shuddered from how good it had felt. Mitchel could put one orgasm on the leaderboard. Anna had to admit that it was a good start. She was not sure that the alpha thought it was possible for a beta to get an omega off. From the frowns on his face, he did not like what he saw. Ronan was given a couple of minutes to rest. Now, it was time to get down to the actual penetration. Anna waited. "It's time to show this asshole that we're not going to let him have his way." Mitchel said to his boyfriend. Ronan had still been recovering when Mitchel grabbed him firmly by the hips. He moaned in surprise as his body instinctively got into bottom position. Mitchel aimed his cock and thrust all of the way inside.
It had to be said. Of all the times Anna saw Mitchel and Ronan go at it, he had never taken this much initiative before. His grip was weak as shit. The cock slowly pushed itself in his boyfriend. Mitchel did not care about the rhythm when inside his boyfriend. And no one could forget the signature goofy face he made as he flopped all of his weight down on Ronan's back. Until Anna had taught everyone about Fever Time, he just went one round and was done. Even after learning about it, he would barely make through a single session of it before blowing all his load. This was a different person. It was not that he was not capable of doing a good job. Anthony was another beta male and he could do it. Reid, Reilly and Rhys were omegas. They could do it better than him. Anna was a beta female that suffered a 50% penalty for not having a cock. She was the master at it. There was nothing wrong with Mitchel. He simply gave out trash cock because he was lazy and did not care to do better. Ronan loved whatever he gave him. This was different. It just had to be. Bryce was here.
