Later. He said later. He’s planning a future where this happens again.
“If there is another thing,” Cass continued, chewing on his lower lip for a moment as he seemed to search for the words, “...is there another step between maybe? That can help you?”
Riot’s hands were still shaking. He had six years of Gensyn operative training, and another ten of living on the fringes of society, just survival and Berserker episodes, and his hands were trembling because a beautiful Omega was sitting between his thighs asking to be taught how to fuck.
“Come here.” He caught Cass under the arms, pulling him up and turning him until his back was against Riot’s chest, both of them facing the same direction. Cass’s bare ass settled against Riot’s exposed cock, and the contact, hot skin against hot skin with a gush of slick making everything wet, drew a groan from both of them.
“This,” Riot said against the shell of Cass’s ear. “This is one of the steps.”
He shifted his hips, and his cock slid between Cass’s thighs, gliding along that wet cleft, the head catching against his entrance with every pass. Justthere. Right where they both wanted it and deliberately, agonizingly, not.
“Oh…that’s…that’s different—” Cass’s head fell back against Riot’s shoulder, his hand reaching back to grab at Riot’s thigh.
“Feel that?” Riot’s arm banded across Cass’s chest, holding him in place while his hips set a rhythm of long, slow slides through the tight channel of pressed-together thighs. “That’s where I’m going to be. When you’re ready.”
“It feels—” Cass’s hips were already moving, rocking back to meet each thrust. “So good, oh heavens, it feels really good…”
Riot’s hips snapped forward, not breaching but pressing hard, and Cass wailed. “You’re so wet I wouldn’t even have to go slow, princess, I could just push in.”
Cass began trembling, his hips pushing back involuntarily, his body trying to open around something that wasn’t entering. “Oh heavens—”
“But I’m not going to. Not yet.” Slow became steady. Steady became harder. Each thrust pressed the head of Riot’s cock against Cass’s entrance, and each time Cass’s bodyopened, just a fraction, just enough to feel the heat and the give and the desperate, grasping clench of muscle trying to pull him in, before Riot pushed through Cass’s thighs.
It was torture. Exquisite, perfect, agonizing torture for both of them. Riot could feel his orgasm building at the base of his spine, a pressure that had nothing to do with the Berserker and everything to do with the sounds Cass was making. Small, broken, helpless sounds. The sounds of someone whose body had discovered something it wanted and couldn’t have yet.
“Tell me how this feels,” Riot demanded, nipping at Cass’s ear. “Do you need more, princess? Are you going to cum for me again?”
“Like I’m empty.” Cass’s voice cracked. “So good, but empty. Oh fuck, oh fuck—
“You want more? You want it harder?”
“Yes, yes, yes, please Riot—” His hips stuttered, grinding back hard.
“You gonna cum just from feeling me right where you need me? Without anything inside you?”
“I can’t—” Cass was shaking his head, even as his body kept grinding back. “Too…sensitive…I need—”
“You don’t need anything else.” Riot’s teeth closed on the back of his neck and Cass’s reaction was seismic. His whole body locked, rigid in Riot’s arms, a sound tearing out of him that was animal and raw and completely beyond his control.
“You’re my needy little slut.” The words fell out of Riot’s mouth coated in gold, dark and possessive and not remotely sorry. He ground harder against that entrance, felt it try to open, try to swallow him. “My desperate, gorgeous slut who’s going to cum untouched because he can’t handle having a cock between his thighs without losing his mind.”
Cass made a sound—sharp and confused—at the words, and whatever it did to him made his back arch and his thighs clamp and his hole clench so hard against the head of Riot’s cock that for one blinding second Riot couldn’t tell if he’d breached or not.
He hadn’t. Butfuck, it was close.
“And after,” Riot’s rhythm turned punishing, each thrust rocking Cass’s whole body. “After you cum, you’re going to lie here covered in it, and you’re going to let me look at you. Because you’re mine. Only mine.”
“Riot—” His name came out shattered. “I’m going to—fuck—I can’t hold—please—”
“Then don’t hold it. Show me.”
Cass broke with a scream that vibrated through the floor. His body convulsed, his hole clenching frantically around nothing, thighs locking around Riot’s cock, his whole frame seizing in waves. His cock pulsed against his stomach, untouched, spillingin hot streaks as his ass kept clenching and releasing around something that wasn’t there.
The feel of it, the sound, the desperate, empty grasping…
Riot came with his teeth in Cass’s shoulder, spilling between his thighs as the gold went supernova behind his eyes and shook his entire skeleton as Cass collapsed forward against the ground.
Then silence.
