by Aiden Bates
His breath came faster as the Alpha continued to tease him, moving agonizingly slowly along the length of his neck and up to his ear to nibble delicately at its shell. Sam whined as he squeezed his eyes shut, wanting nothing more in that moment than to beg for him to stop teasing, but this was Adam, and however much he might tease Sam, he still cared about him, so Sam sucked in a breath and gave in to the sensations that he was feeling, too tired of fighting them to carry on with the charade.
When he felt Adam begin to mouth at the side with his scar he couldn’t stop himself from swallowing thickly and hesitating. The Alpha must have felt the way he tensed up, if the way that he paused for a moment to pull away told Sam anything. A part of him wanted to beg him to come back, and he feared he’d ruined it all by shattering the spell that they had somehow managed to find themselves under.
“Are you sure you want this?” Adam asked him, his voice a raspy rumble from disuse. Sam blinked stupidly up at him, wondering what he meant by ‘this.’ Sex? A relationship? A bond? He suddenly felt greedy when he realized that he wanted all of that with Adam, and made it a point to keep that to himself.
“What are you offering?” Sam managed to ask, voice a squeak as his throat had suddenly felt strangely tight. “I mean,” he stammered when he watched Adam’s eyebrow quirk. “I’m not…I just…” the Alpha must have realized that he was fumbling through his feelings, because his expression softened, and his large hand came up to cup Sam’s cheek. The Omega let out a shaky sigh and turned into the gesture, kissing the offered palm. “I don’t want this to be something quick. Like,” his voice was a little muffled by Adam’s hand but that was all right; Adam was nodding to show he was listening. “If we start this…I’m gonna want more. I,” he swallowed and cursed quietly at the tears that welled in his eyes, “I would want to have a life with you. I mean, in a relationship, but I know that’s a lot to ask because I’m kind of a package deal now and—” he was babbling, he knew that, but he felt like he had to get all of his feelings out now or his courage would escape him.
“Sam,” he flinched but still looked up at Adam, watching the Alpha’s face for any expression that could give away what he was feeling, but his face was all stone and seriousness, and so he waited, fighting back his anxiety as he did. “I,” Sam watched his throat bob with the weight of his swallow. “You know, right? I’ve been crazy for you for years?” Sam nodded against the hand that was still against his cheek. “I’ve always wanted more, but I never wanted to push you.” He let out a heavy breath as he leaned back down for a soft, lingering kiss. “If you want this, too, I’m all in, all right? Baby included.” He wet his lips again, and Sam watched the motion of his tongue, transfixed. “I love you, and I want a family with you,” the hand holding Sam’s face drifted down, down, down until it was lightly resting against the Omega’s gently swollen belly, where a little life began to flutter against the warmth. “It doesn’t matter that I didn’t sire this baby—the two of you are my family,” his gaze flicked back up to Sam, hesitation dancing along the edges of his desire, his want. “...If that’s what you want.”
“Fuck, Adam, yes,” Sam hissed around the tears that had begun to leak out of his eyes. “I…I want you to mark me, if you want to, I want that so fucking bad, Adam,” he whined and turned his head to the side, exposing the mark of his failed bonding, a mark he desperately wanted Adam to mark over, to turn the page on his life and follow to the next chapter together.
“Sam, look at me.” The Omega did as he was asked to and stared at Adam, watching as the Alpha struggled to maintain control. “Say that again,” he said, his voice deep and insistent.
“Adam,” he whispered, suddenly acutely aware that they were about to end a chapter of their lives and begin a new, uncharted one. Their stories had converged into this new and unknown tale that they had to write out together, and the thought was as terrifying as it was thrilling. “Adam, mark me.” He tipped his neck slowly, deliberately, keeping his eyes on the Alpha as best as he could. “I want you to mark me, if you’ll have me.”
“Always.” Adam nosed at the point of his neck where he would place his mark, over the mottled slash that tore the old bonding mark away, and Sam mewled, bucking his hips against the Alpha’s at the sensitivity of the spot. “But we’re going to do this right, okay? I’m gonna go nice and slow and if you need me to stop, tell me, all right, sweetheart?”
“Yeah,” Sam hummed happily, an effervescent and light feeling swelling in his chest as Adam peppered soft kisses along the length of his neck, up his jaw, and back up to his ear to lightly nip at his earlobe. The Omega writhed beneath his lover, a soft and needy noise tumbling from his parted lips. His reward for such a reaction was a low chuckle right against his ear that sent a shockwave straight through him. With what clear thoughts he could manage outside of what was happening in the moment, Sam was quite certain he had never become so blindingly aroused in such a short amount of time. While that might have had something to do with the fact that this union was almost a lifetime in the making, he was too lost in the now to care.
The Alpha trailed his lips down his neck again, stopping to repeat the nuzzle of his nose and a graze of his canines against Sam’s racing pulse, which made his face feel all the hotter. Even if he had any control over his body’s reactions, he knew that he didn’t have the wherewithal to even begin to try, too lost to what he was feeling in the moment and what Adam was coaxing out of him. This seemed to please his newfound lover, however, and a low sound rumbled in the Alpha’s chest as he shifted his weight to one side, as if in transition to do something else.
The loss of him and his warmth made Sam gasp at the sudden cold that seemed to fill the space between them, but he scarcely had time to even mourn the loss of his warmth before he was on him again, gently urging him to roll into him so they were facing one another again, and Sam was eager to oblige and press close to him. As he rolled, he hitched one leg up over his lover’s hip and marveled at how much of them were grinding against one another with the new position—being so bold would have never occurred to him were he not guided into it otherwise. The contact made his eyes squeeze shut again, and he let out a whine that he was worried sounded too needy but his Alpha made a pleased noise, reached down and gripped his rear to pull him tighter against him and growled low in his throat at the action.
Sam had endured heats before, for almost all of his adult life, and even in those moments he didn’t remember being so utterly lost to his passions. It was as though a fever gripped him, more intense than anything that he’d felt up until that moment but it didn’t burn him; it was a flame that let its heat caress his form without scorching him, and it almost felt as though he had never experienced warmth before. He was half convinced that he would never be warm again without Adam, but he decided that he didn’t mind that, as long as Adam kept kissing him the way that he was. His thoughts fizzled out, and his whole being turned toward focusing on what he could feel. He let it happen and immersed himself in the moment, rolling his hips as instinct, want, and need drove his actions.
Adam let out a noise suspiciously like a snarl in his ear as their clothed erections ground against one another and he returned the motion. Sam’s eyes rolled back into his skull and fell shut at how wonderful it felt. Though he could only lay claim to one lover in his life, one that he was close enough to be bonded with, one that he had thought he would spend the rest of his life with, being with Dustin had never felt like this. It had never felt like his very soul was trying to leave his body and settle in his lover’s chest, but he didn’t care about that anymore because this was now, and Adam was here and it was everything that he had always wanted a partnership to be. Though their foray into intimacy hadn’t gone on for very long or moved very far, the Omega was alarmingly close to tumbling off the edge. He managed to tear his mouth away from the flurry of their searing kisses just long enough to try to say something, to communicate his worries that it would all be over too quickly, but Adam managed to
hook his fingers into the waistband of Sam’s pajama pants and slid them down to free his erection. The sudden rush of air let him cool enough to stave off his orgasm for a few seconds and made him see stars all at once.
His Alpha made a sound in his ear that washalf whimper and half moan at feeling Sam react to his ministrations, palming him as best he could, though the angle at which they were pressed together made it difficult. All the while, Adam watched him with those dark, captivating eyes. Sam had a brief thought—a feeling that he should probably feel at least some modicum of shame at how the morning had turned out, how they were coming together but he couldn’t find it in him to—all he felt was the swelling heat, the tightening coil in his belly, and the rough hand wrapped around him. Adam pumped his hand rhythmically in time with his hips pushing against Sam, his own long erection throbbing and hot against him, and the Omega marveled at how easily his hand moved against his slick skin, though he soon became acutely aware of the ragged breath against his ear.
Sam could barely breathe himself, managing small gasps between hitched moans and broken pleas that didn’t even form full words. He had a thought about trying to maintain some level of control but Adam nipped lightly on the real estate where his mark was going to go, and suddenly even the concept of control was something that his body had forced out of itself. The last thing he remembered before he saw stars and the winding coil in his belly snapped in half was Adam’s strong, sure hand squeezing him with an artful stroke and his lover growling soft words of encouragement that he only barely processed as the waves of his ecstasy crashed against his mind. While he had orgasmed before, this was the most beautiful sensation he’d ever felt. He wasn’t sure if he yelled out loud, but he vaguely hoped Adam muffled his voice—he was aware of the Alpha kissing him fiercely as he spasmed.
When he managed to come back to himself, Sam found that he was still pressed close to the Alpha, desperately trying to remember how to breathe again. Adam was patient in waiting for Sam to come back down from his high, slowing his hips to a halt. The Alpha kissed his cheek, his mouth, and even while Sam’s mind was still trying to piece itself back together, he managed to return the kiss fervently. Even while the heady rush of his release began to abate somewhat, he could admit to himself that he genuinely couldn’t recall the last time it had felt that good—not by himself, certainly not at any point with Dustin. He should probably make an attempt to say something, he knew he should, but his mind still refused to work properly.
All the while, Adam helped to bring him back, his hands gently stroking at his hips, rubbing in soothing circles, and after a few long moments of gulping down air, Sam managed to draw back just enough to stare into the Alpha’s eyes, still dark with pupils blown out with lust. Slowly, as if reaching out to an injured and skittish animal, he rested his long, slender fingers on the Alpha’s arm. Adam flinched at his touch, as though afraid Sam was going to pull away at the evidence of his own pleasure, that he was going to push him away again because he was scared of what he was feeling. The action was slight, subtle enough that were they not pressed flush against one another Sam might have missed it, but it spurred him on through the haze of his post orgasm high to reassure Adam that this was okay, better than okay, and that he wanted this as much as his lover did. He was done running from what he was feeling, what Adam was feeling.
Sam slipped his fingers further down his arm and to his wrist, wrapping his fingers around it and lifting Adam’s hand to his lips. He kept eye contact as he began to press soft, lingering kisses to his knuckles, turning his hand over to press them to his palm, relishing the way that Adam’s breath hitched. He desperately wanted to make things complete, where he was marked by Adam and they were connected, really physically connected but he could also have done this all day, he thought dreamily, and he floundered between drawing things out and simply pushing Adam’s pants down and begging to be fucked and marked.
“Adam,” he panted against the skin of the Alpha’s palm, eyes never leaving his. “I, ah,” he bit his lip and moaned when Adam’s hand moved up to cup his face again, thumb easing his bottom lip back out from under his teeth. “That felt amazing and, fuck,” he groaned, rutting his hips as he felt himself stirring again. “I…I want more. I want to make you feel good, too, please,” his hands gripped at Adam however he could and wherever he could reach, tugging at his clothes in an effort to coax him into removing them.
“I’m already feeling incredible,” Adam growled as he shifted, pressing his hips forward again as Sam drew his own leg further up Adam’s back to grant him more purchase as he did. The friction felt wonderful, even so soon after his climax, and Sam basked in the sensation of being brought to life again as Adam slipped his shirt off and shucked it behind him. As Sam’s hungry gaze devoured the sight of the rippling muscles of the Alpha that had him gently pinned to the bed, his tongue darted out to wet his lips, his cock twitching to life again, alarmingly quickly even for an Omega. “But if you want more…” Sam nodded his head vigorously; even if he didn’t want more of Adam for himself, he was bound and determined to return the favor, however he could, in any way that Adam wanted. But when his lover leaned back down for a long kiss, his thoughts grew fuzzy again, and by the time they broke apart he was gasping for air as his heart raced in his chest.
“Please, Adam,” Sam hoped he didn’t sound like he was whining, but he was so desperate to tear down the last of the boundaries between them that it was as though he couldn’t help begging and pawing at him. “Please, please, I need you, Alpha, please!” He found himself unable to draw away—he loved being pressed so close, and Adam seemed to relish the contact as much as he did. There was so much he wanted to try, but he faltered, unsure of how to express all that he wanted, even if they had already decided that this was going to be the day they became bonded.
“Shh,” Adam soothed, brushing a kiss to his mouth as he shifted his hips to shimmy out of his own pajama pants. “I know, I know, it’s all right,” he was doing his best to sound reassuring and calming, but Sam still felt hot, still felt himself reacting all over again, his cock twitching and throbbing almost painfully when he felt Adam’s unclothed manhood stroke against it as he shifted. “I promise, we’ll get there, sweetheart, I’m just trying to take things a little slower, all right?” The Alpha groaned and pushed his hips blindly into Sam, and it was then that he realized that Adam was as eager and needy for this as he was, and that knowledge quieted him somewhat. Enough, at least, to bite his bottom lip and wait for Adam to drape himself over him and press his ear to the Omega’s chest.
For a few quiet moments, nothing longer than the span of a few heartbeats Adam stayed still, with his ear resting flat against Sam’s sternum, and the Omega thought to ask what he was doing when he moved to kiss the spot where he’d had his ear and looked up at Sam with such an open and tender expression that he felt his eyes stinging with tears all over again. They weren’t bonded yet but he could still feel the love that Adam had for him even just by looking into his eyes. And he could feel his own love for the Alpha swell in his chest, and it was warm and wonderful and it was like feeling sunlight on his skin for the first time in his life and it was wonderful, and he wanted it to last forever.
“I love you, Sam.” Adam murmured as he moved to drape himself over his intended again, his kisses soft as flower petals and just as sweet. “I always have.” Sam pressed his forehead against Adam’s, a watery laugh bubbling up in his throat.
“I love you, too.” He sniffed, his smile widening almost to the point that his cheeks hurt as Adam’s thumbs wiped his tears away. “I’m sorry it took all of…all of this,” he gestured vaguely with a hand, but he knew that Adam understood—he always did. “And…and I’m sorry that it took me so long to figure things out.”
“That doesn’t matter, sweetheart.” Adam kissed him insistently before pressing their foreheads together. “It doesn’t matter, okay? We’re both here now,” one of his hands came down to rest against his stomach. “The baby�
��s gonna be here, too. We’re a family now, and that’s all that matters, all right?” Sam nodded, placing his hand over Adam’s.
“No more waiting then?” He asked, looking up at his lover. Adam grinned and moved his hand to Sam’s hip.
“No more waiting.” The Alpha agreed with a soft rock of his hips. “Well, okay, no, I lied a little,” he let out a throaty chuckle. “A little more waiting on my part.” Sam frowned, confused.
“Waiting for wha—” he squeaked in surprise and alarm when he felt Adam’s thick finger pressing at the tight whorl of flesh that was his anus, not quite entering it but still stimulating it just enough that it began to grow slick with his arousal all over again. “That’s cheating,” Sam gasped, his head pushing back against the mountain of pillows behind him, toes curling and back arching in arousal and delight as Adam laughed quietly. Sam’s arms shot out, his demanding and grabby fingers tangled into Adam’s soft curls, gripping what he could just shy of tugging it. The Omega was already flushed and panting, his heart pounding in his chest, and he spread his legs without even thinking about it, without Adam even having to ask him to. Everything that made Sam who and what he was, was crying out for Adam to take him and make him his, to solidify what they had always had but never succumbed to by marking him for good.
“You’re so needy,” Adam teased gently. “I love it,” he hummed as he leaned up on his elbows to better give himself access to Sam’s presented entrance that he might continue his teasing. He dipped his head to press a kiss to Sam’s hipbone, nipping the supple flesh there and grinning up at his lover mischievously. Sam moaned for him, rolling his hips up against Adam’s ministrations, his erection bouncing against his stomach from the movement. Reaching under him when he arched his back, Adam slipped his teasing finger all the way into Sam, hooking it in just the right way that allowed him to stroke at Sam’s prostate, and for a moment, Sam saw stars. The Omega arched into it with a harsh sob, amazed at how good it already felt with nothing but a finger. But then, this was Adam, and everything that he did felt wonderful.