“You’re looking at the back of my head,” Aaren pointed out.
There was a moment of silence. Then Hades began to laugh, his chest shaking against Aaren’s back. “Fuck. I’m— You know what I mean, right? All of you is beautiful. Even the back of your head. But just so I can make things right, let’s face each other.”
He rolled them over so Aaren was on top of him. Then he helped Aaren sit up, and carefully rotated Aaren on his knot so they were facing each other, Aaren straddling him.
“This doesn’t happen in porn,” Aaren said. “Probably because there’s too many arms and legs everywhere when an omega squirms around on his alpha’s knot.”
Hades huffed, the corners of his lips twitching. He swept his gaze up and down Aaren’s body, appreciation growing on his face. “You’re very beautiful now too.”
Aaren’s heart fluttered. “What if I like it better when you said my hair was beautiful?”
“Are you trying to be contrary, sweetheart?”
“Maybe.”
“Such a perfect brat,” Hades murmured. He gathered Aaren into his arms and pulled him down, pressing their chests together. Then he smacked Aaren’s ass lightly, just enough for the impact to sizzle through him.
“Eek!” Aaren said, clenching around Hades’ knot.
“Mmm. Gorgeous,” Hades growled. He rubbed where he had smacked Aaren, before bracing his feet against the bed and rolling his hips, grinding his knot deeper into Aaren’s body.
Aaren moaned and clutched at Hades.
“Did I mention it? You look fucking amazing when you come.” Hades’ gaze darkened.
“I d-do?” Aaren shuddered when Hades rocked his hips again. “I always thought my—my O faces were ugly.”
“No.” Something flashed through Hades’ eyes, something possessive. “You look fucking beautiful when you come. It’s the most unguarded, vulnerable part of you, filled with pleasure. It’s why I keep making you come. I want to see you out of control like that, full of bliss, in those moments when everything is perfect.”
“You’re perfect,” Aaren blurted. What else could he say in the face of such... such kind words?
Hades’ smile was wry. He rocked deeper into Aaren; Aaren bit his lip and grunted. Hades rolled them back over so he was covering Aaren’s body with his own, and began grinding down hard.
They stopped talking for a long while, Aaren writhing and sobbing under his alpha, so overwhelmed with pleasure that nothing else mattered.
It was only after, when Hades had scooped Aaren off the bed and carried him out of the bedroom, both of them still knotted, that Aaren could string words together again. “Where’re we goin’?”
“Kitchen. You’re thirsty, aren’t you?”
Aaren smacked his lips. “Now that you mention it... Yeah. I think you fucked all the juices out of me.”
Hades snorted, grinning. With one hand, he grabbed a glass and filled it with water. Aaren didn’t realize how thirsty he was until he had gulped down the entire glass.
“You’d think I wouldn’t be this thirsty; you gave me so much come,” Aaren said.
Hades choked on his own glass of water, coughing lightly. “I doubt most of it gets absorbed into your bloodstream.”
“So you’re saying that I’m a condom for your come? I hold it all in there?”
Hades froze. He looked into Aaren’s eyes, suddenly tense.
“Sweetheart,” Hades said slowly. “You’re on birth control, aren’t you?”
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OOPS, WE FORGOT THE C-WORD
Aaren froze too.“Um. No. I’m not.”
