by Aiden Bates
“So good,” he mewled, rolling his ass down into Adam’s hand as he inserted a second finger, eliciting a quiet huff of laughter from the Alpha that he muffled with a kiss to his stomach. “Should I, ah,” his question was cut off when Adam mouthed at his erection and began to pump his fingers inside of his lover. The sensation was disorienting so closely following his orgasm, and while he still delighted in it, he still wanted to ask, “Should I, err, present myself...?” He felt his already flushed face grow hotter, and he had to refrain from dragging an arm over his eyes to hide in embarrassment. It may have been a few years, but he still recalled how his last bonding went; stiff, formal, practically following a guide for how inexperienced the two of them had been.
“Nah, I would rather not,” Adam admitted in an almost sheepish way, peering up at his lover while he continued to work his fingers inside of him. “I want, fuck,” he lost his train of thought when the muscles of Sam’s walls squeezed around his fingers. “I want to be able to see your face when I take you.” His voice dipped into that low, almost feral growl that Alphas got when they were claiming something—or someone, in this case—as theirs. Even when he was still with Dustin, Sam’s Omega instincts always reacted to that, and this was no exception; every nerve in his body honed into what Adam was doing, what he was saying, and his whole world closed in until it was just the two of them, on Adam’s bed, where he’d always wanted to be.
Sam keened as Adam began to scissor his fingers inside of his entrance, loosening him in preparation for his cock. As Adam shifted and rose up onto his knees, Sam couldn’t help but gaze unabashedly at the Alpha’s lengthy manhood. It was hard and throbbing, its veins protruding and his arousal laid bare before Sam. The Omega licked his lips and spread his thighs wider without thinking about it, wide enough for Adam to settle between them comfortably. It didn’t matter that he was vaguely worried about the Alpha’s cock fitting inside of him in its entirety; all that mattered was that every inch of it was his, and he wanted to be greedy with all of it.
Adam’s ministrations slowed, as if he were trying to draw things out longer, though the impatient noise that escaped Sam did get another chuckle out of the Alpha as he leaned back over him, tangling the fingers of his free hand into his hair and drawing Sam up against his lips, pressing their hips tight together so their naked cocks aligned. He ground his hips in just the right way that their erections, both already leaking pearls of precum in excitement, were slid against one another and pressed his warm palms gently into Sam’s hip bones.
“I’ve barely started, and you want my cock already, sweetheart?” Adam asked his lover quietly, leaning in for another kiss, evidently helpless to stop himself. Letting out a shuddering sigh against his lips, Sam reached for his hair, tangling his fingers into the thick, wavy strands and held him there to draw out their kisses, pulling his knees up, digging his heels into the mattress, and arching up against him in an effort to get him to react and take them further into the moment.
“Yes,” Sam breathed, half convinced that if he blushed any more, he would actually catch a fever from how warm he was getting. Adam smiled wider at him, clearly getting a great amount of enjoyment out of watching his face as he ground their hips together again. The delicious friction and heat the motion generated coaxed deep, carnal groans out of both of them, and Sam had the thought to paw at Adam’s swollen cock when he moved again, just out of his reach. “Adam, don’t tease me,” his pleas trailed off into a coo when his lover pushed his cock at Sam’s entrance, holding his breath because oh, maybe it was starting now.
“I promise I’m not trying to,” Adam let out a chuckle, low in his throat, and began to slide his cock along Sam’s entrance, gliding his length against his entrance to slick it with the Omega’s quim. “I just want to make sure that you’re well prepared,” he breathed against the other man’s lips, and Sam arched against him as he did so. “I want this to feel good for both of us, sweetheart.” Sam nearly cried at his lover’s sweetness; while sex with Dustin hadn’t necessarily been an abusive exercise, his old bond mate had often been incredibly selfish, and scarcely bothered making sure that Sam ever found his release outside of when he was in heat before he got his own. To be with someone that was interested in drawing out an orgasm from him, not to mention more than one in a coupling, was so much more than he knew what to do with.
Adam must have picked up on the heightened emotion, as he slowed his grinding, pressing soft, quick kisses to his mouth and smoothing his hand over Sam’s cheek affectionately. Even as he finally gave in and pressed the head of his cock to Sam’s entrance, he kept his touches tender and slow. Sam moaned, angling his hips and rocking them to try and make the head of Adam’s cock slip in, if only a little, if only for a modicum of relief from the emptiness he felt without some part of the Alpha inside of him. He let out a shaky, whinging sigh as Adam acquiesced, pushing the head of his cock past the tight whorl of flesh and into his slicked channel nice and slow. The Omega moaned, long and loud, as he felt himself being utterly stretched by his cock. Barely an inch into being filled with the Alpha’s cock, and already he was beginning to feel like the pleasure was bordering on pain, and he couldn’t stop the sob that was torn out of his throat when he felt the bulbous head of Adam’s cock seat itself inside him.
“Too much?” Adam asked him quietly, nipping his bottom lip with his teeth.
“No, no, it’s,” Sam squirmed. “I guess it’s just…been a while.” He found that he couldn’t look in the Alpha’s eyes then, embarrassed as he was that he was scarcely penetrated and already felt like he had to stop. “Sorry—”
“Do you want to stop?” Sam looked at Adam, at the way he was panting and trembling with the effort to fight against his instincts that were no doubt demanding he push further into the Omega, and knew if he asked Adam to stop, he would, without question. “I want you to be ready for this—”
“I am!” Sam lunged forward, wrapping his arms around Adam’s neck and pulling him back down before he even had the chance to move away. “I mean,” he bit his lip. “I’m ready, I want this, please, keep going.” He buried his face in the crook of his lover’s neck, hiding his shyness with open mouthed kisses hoping to spur Adam on.
“As long as you’re sure.” Adam said, the nervous tension leaving him as he kissed his Omega’s hair, taking extra care to rock his hips slightly with what was already inside of Sam to acclimatize him to his girth before edging himself in deeper. Sam practically purred in pleasure; Adam was being so gentle and courteous with him, easing him into their coupling inch by wonderfully scorching inch. Just as Sam began to grow lax with the first few inches of the Alpha’s cock inside him and had relaxed most of the way, Adam worked in even more of himself, but by that point, Sam was eased into it, rutting into him to meet him part of the way, even. Sam moaned for his Alpha and tugged him down by his hair to kiss him, long and hard and deep, tongues pressing together.
When he felt that Sam was loosened enough, Adam continued to slide himself deeper in, though his moves were measured and careful, dark eyes never leaving his lover’s face, searching for any sign of discomfort. Taking a deep breath and willing himself to calm down, Sam relaxed back into the soft blankets and overstuffed pillows, gasping. Sam leaned up a little, watching Adam’s slick cock sliding into him inch by inch as best as he could see from his position, and he gave a dazed smile, shocked that any of this was even happening but overjoyed and overwhelmed by the sensations that the Alpha was coaxing out of him.
“Come on,” he whined, rutting his hips as best he could from his position. “Put the rest of it in me, I’m ready, Adam.”
“I know you are,” Adam mumbled with a dreamy sigh as he leaned back towards him, aligning their hips before he sunk into his lover the rest of the way, their hips pressed together. Sam arched against him once he had bottomed out, fingers curling into his hair, gripping it almost tight enough to start pulling on it as he whined in pleasure. Adam let out a quiet, breathless laugh, giddy fro
m the sensation of Sam squeezing and clenching around him, and pressed one hand to his chest, over his heart. “Relax,” he whispered, and kissed him as he worked his cock inside his lover, not quite pulling out but simply pushing their hips together in a gentle rhythm. “Easy now, sweet thing, let’s make it last, yeah?” He groaned. “Take your time, adjust to me, all right, sweetheart?”
The Alpha pulled his cock almost completely out so that only his head was still engulfed in Sam’s tight channel and slid it back inside of him in one long, languid stroke. Sam let out a long moan that was almost loud enough to be considered shouting, loud enough that Adam pressed their mouths together again to muffle it, swallowing his cry of pleasure into their kiss. Desperate to control himself, Adam gripped at Sam’s hips and pulled them tight against his in an effort to keep from slamming into him and taking him rough and fast, though at that point the both of them were panting heavily in want, their foreheads pressed together.
“Adam,” Sam whined quietly, writhing underneath him. “Alpha, god, fuck yes, Adam, please!” Adam groaned, pressing his face to the side of Sam’s neck. He started rocking into him in a slow but steady rhythm, rolling his hips down into him. Sam could feel the entirety of the Alpha’s hulking form quaking with restraint as he moved his cock inside him like a well oiled piston. Sam hummed in pleasure, insistently arching up against him in an effort to elicit a greater reaction from Adam. The Omega’s unreserved, wanton desire frayed the thread holding Adam’s control back, and he started thrusting deeper, pushing harder, but still trembled with the effort to keep his pace slow and consistent.
At the change in tempo, the first signs of potential victory, Sam melted back against the mattress, moaning and grinding up to meet Adam’s thrusts, and Adam muffled another groan as he bit down on the slope of his neck just hard enough to make a dent—a guide to where he would put his mark permanently, sucking on his skin. Sam clenched around the scorching heat of Adam’s erection, the tease of what that promise held heightening the heady rush of his arousal.
“You feel so fucking good, Sam,” Adam breathed as he gently fucked down into his lover. He nuzzled his Omega’s collarbone and bit down on the skin there, just hard enough for him to leave a soft red rose petal of a mark. Sam choked on a gasp at the feel of it. “You’re such a good lover for me, Sam, fuck you’re so perfect,” he gave a powerful thrust, his hips snapping against his lover’s. “God, Sam, you’re so fucking wonderful, you’re so pliant and eager, fuck.” Sam began to pant hard, his cock throbbing and bobbing with every thrust.
“Please,” he whispered, his hands raking up the back of Adam’s neck and through his hair in an attempt to bring some tactile pleasure to his lover in the way that he had to him. Adam nuzzled back up the side of his neck, pressing his mouth against the spot his mark was about to go in an open kiss.
“You’re gorgeous,” Adam whispered, reaching up to hold the back of Sam’s head with the palm of his hand, keeping it steady as he began to lightly run his teeth along the skin of his neck. “And you feel so good.” He drew his teeth away and fucked into him harder, holding Sam’s hip with one hand, the other sliding down his thigh to pull his leg up and shift it to get a better angle. The new position moved them in just the right way that he could fuck down into him so his cock pushed up against his prostate perfectly.
Sam cried out in pleasure, nearly sobbing as he tangled his fingers tighter in Adam’s hair. The teasing was torturously wonderful, and all at once he wanted it to last forever and wanted it to be done so he could be marked. He dragged his nails down through Adam’s scalp, down his neck, his back, gripped at his shoulders, anything he could grasp onto, holding onto him as the Alpha fucked him. Sam was so hard that his cock absolutely ached, and even as Adam lowered himself down to kiss him again, he arched his hips, brushing his cock against their stomachs and groaning in ecstasy.
“God, look at you,” Adam moaned against his lips, and they pulled apart enough for their eyes to meet, Sam flushed even deeper at the way his lover was looking at him, pupils wide and eyes dark. “You’re doing so well, Sam.” He panted. “Is this good for you?”
“Yeah,” Sam bit his lip to hold in his panting and whining, pressing a hand to Adam’s broad chest. “I, ah, I want to be on top.” His hand clenched against the muscle of Adam’s pectoral muscle. “Let me ride you,” he begged. “Let me.”
“Anything you want,” Adam nodded, eager to please. “Anything you need.” Sam pushed against his chest harder to coax him into moving. When Sam’s back arched, Adam slipped an arm around him from the gap between his back and the bed, pulling him with him as the two of them rolled over until Adam was the one splayed out on the spacious bed. Even straddling his lap with his cock still deep inside, Sam took a moment to drink in the sight of the Alpha lying beneath him, hair splayed out across the pillow, breathless, wanton, and stunning. Sam let out a long, slow breath to collect himself, his hands still on Adam’s chest, and experimentally lifted up and eased himself back down again, his head fell back and he let out a soft moan as he started to ride him.
“Oh, god, fuck, you feel so good,” he breathed. Adam’s hands rested on his hips, watching him with eyes heavily lidded, and as Sam began to rock himself on the Alpha’s cock, he brought a hand up to wrap around Sam’s cock, gently stroking it up and down in time with Sam riding him. “Oh, more, Adam, please,” Sam whined, riding him harder, grinding their hips together. Every time he slid down again, Adam arched back, rolling his hips up to meet him eagerly.
“You feel so good,” Adam whispered to him, his own voice tight with the restraint of fighting off his own impending orgasm as he reached up to stroke Sam’s face, his hair, and sliding his hand to the back of Sam’s neck and bringing him back down to his level. “So, so good. And mine,” he growled into the skin of Sam’s neck before finally, finally puncturing the skin there with his teeth, marking him as his bond mate.
Sam let out a low wail and bit his lip in a helpless attempt to quiet himself, but it was no use; as he slammed himself down onto Adam’s cock one last time he came, spurting across his Alpha’s chest and rocking their hips together. The half-voiced moans and whimpers nearly became shouts of pleasure as Adam wrapped his free arm around his lover to hold him upright as he continued to pound up into him, chasing his own release.
Just as Sam lost himself to pleasure, so too did Adam not long after, heedless of technique in the heat of his desperation.
Neither of them were entirely sure where the tipping point was, whether it was the frantic movement or the way their tongues tangled in a graceless kiss or the press of their hips together but it wasn’t long before Adam practically roared as his whole body seized up, and suddenly Sam could feel himself being filled with Adam’s seed. As his body shuddered out more of his orgasm, he let out a strangled groan, as if breathing was difficult in the wake of his pleasure.
Sam openly sobbed at the feeling of being filled nearly to the brim with his lover, fingers pressed into Adam’s skin as he bucked down into him, tears pricking the corners of his eyes as everything about the experience finally became too much for him not to weep over.
“Yes,” Sam sobbed, trying desperately to catch his breath, still rolling his hips as he rode it out. “Yes, oh, yes, Adam, Alpha, yes.” He moaned, still, even as the aftershocks of his orgasm washed over him, only just barely managing to shoot his arm out to lower himself a little more gently than merely collapsing atop of Adam, his face shoved into the other man’s shoulder.
“Breathe, love,” Adam laughed softly, a dazed smile threatening to split his face in two. When Sam began to tremble from the overstimulation, Adam carded his hand through Sam’s hair, gently eased his softening cock out of him and wrapped him up in blankets and a comforting embrace, letting their hearts still. “You were wonderful—you’ve always been wonderful,” he mumbled, still stroking Sam’s hair. “You’re beautiful, Sam.”
Sam let out a sleepy hum and remained boneless on top of him for a long moment,
basking in the afterglow. The newly bonded couple relaxed together, tucked close, and Sam couldn’t help but smile as he nudged their noses together and brushed a distracted, whisper soft kiss against bruised, swollen lips.
This, he thought in a daze, was something he could certainly live with.
When the passion began to cool, however, when all was said and done and everything they’d done caught up with him, doubt began to niggle in the back of Sam’s mind. Even as he slid to lie beside his Alpha, even as the pain on the side of his neck began to become harder to ignore, he began to fear—would this be the start of another Dustin kind of relationship? What would all of this mean for his baby? He knew it was foolish; this was Adam, not Dustin, and this would be different because of that. This was going to be okay.
They were going to be okay.
“Your thoughts are loud, sweetheart.” Sam nearly squeaked in surprise when Adam spoke, his voice a content rumble that reverberated against his chest. Sam looked up at him from his spot tucked close against his side to find Adam smiling gently at him as if he already knew what Sam was fretting over without him saying anything. “Share them with me?” He kissed Sam’s temple. “I don’t want you to face them alone.”
“Thank you,” Sam whispered, kissing Adam’s chest, over his heart as he took a moment to compose himself. “It’s not…I…” his eyes widened when he realized he had yet to reassure Adam that he had enjoyed their coupling, their bonding as much as he had. “This was…it’s wonderful, Adam, and I’m just…” he winced. “I’m just so scared that it’ll all fall apart, and—”