“A fourth?!” Aaren cried. “Someone put a lot of thought into this.”
Hades grinned. “Why wouldn’t someone put great effort into dressing up their omega? The fourth style is my favorite—a slit down the middle of the panties. Sometimes it’s just a simple snip in the fabric; unnoticeable from afar, but you’ll find that opening if you touch it with your fingers. Sometimes it’s flaps of lace attached to the thigh bands, to try and cover up your sensitive parts while leaving them completely accessible. And sometimes there’s a zipper or buttons running down the middle of the panties, from your front to your back, so I can open it up a little, slip my fingers in wherever I want.”
“Oh,” Aaren squeaked, his face burning. “Maybe I should see one for, um, for science.”
“We will investigate them very thoroughly,” Hades agreed. “For now, let’s get your things put away.”
He watched keenly as Aaren folded his blanket and tucked it into the closet. The photos, clothes, and credit card, Aaren slipped into the empty drawer. When he was out of measly belongings, it was Aaren’s turn to watch as Hades riffled through his own clothes and produced a threadbare T-shirt.
“Do you think you’ll want to wear this after your shower? You like soft things,” Hades said.
Aaren cuddled it to his face. It really was soft. “Mmm! Are you coming in to shower with me?”
Hades licked his lips. “I don’t see why not.”
They stripped and headed into Hades’ shower; Hades adjusted the water temperature and gestured for Aaren to step in first.Then he joined Aaren and pulled the curtain shut, fingertips trailing under the curves of Aaren’s ass.
Unlike the washing last night, Hades took the soap and lathered up his hands, going down on his knees. Aaren stared.
“You’re... kneeling in front of me?” he squeaked.
“Yes?” Hades’ smile was slow and catlike.
Alphas rarely got down on their knees for omegas. Aaren was sure his friends’ alphas did it, though.
And now Hades was doing the same.
His heart stuttered.
Slowly, Hades washed Aaren’s knees and thighs, his shins and feet. His fingers slid between Aaren’s toes; Aaren moaned and held onto the wall for support. When it turned out that Aaren had not finished shampooing his hair, even after Hades was done with his legs, Hades stood up and washed Aaren’s ears and neck, his strong fingers following every curve and groove.
He touched Aareneverywhere.
Aaren sighed with pleasure. “I don’t think any alpha has touched me this thoroughly before. It’s like you can pass an exam on me now.”
Hades grinned. “What reward do I get for scoring full marks?”
“You’re that confident?” Aaren blurted.
“Even if I don’t manage it the first time, I’ll try and try again. Is there a penalty for taking your test multiple times?”
“You might even get extra points for taking a test onmemultiple times,” Aaren’s mouth said.
“I do very well when there’s an incentive,” Hades murmured, his mouth pulling into another breathtaking smile.
“How are you real?” Aaren blurted.
“I was born 42 years ago,” Hades said. “Then I grew up into an adult and continued to exist.”
Aaren groaned, thumping his forehead against Hades’ shoulder. “That is a terrible answer.”
“You know it’s a sensible answer.” Hades grinned, the years falling away from his face. He waited for Aaren to wash his own face, before closing his fist around Aaren’s cock and soaping it up from base to tip. Aaren shuddered; his cock grew heavy immediately.
But Hades released him and washed his sac, spending some time washing Aaren’s cheeks. He dipped his fingers into Aaren’s crack, clever fingers sliding further down until they found Aaren’s hole. There, he washed Aaren slowly, thoroughly, until Aaren tingled and trembled, his cock throbbing.
“I think I’m very clean there now,” Aaren whimpered, his legs shaky.
“Oh, absolutely.” Hades turned Aaren around and eased his cheeks open with slippery fingers. Then he went back down on his knees, breathing warmly on Aaren’s hole. He rinsed Aaren clean there and dragged his tongue over the bundle of nerves.
