I fuck him slow.
Slow just like he wanted. The kind of slow I have been planning for hours—every drag of my cock long enough that he feels me leave and feels me come back, every push deep enough that the head of him drags against my stomach. His legs hooked over my arms. His hands fisted in the duvet above his head. His face open, mouth slack, eyes wet and on mine the whole time.
"Look at me, sweetheart."
He does.
"Right there. Eyes on me."
"Atlas—"
"Tell me who this is."
"You—"
"Mm."
"You, Atlas—"
I feel my knot starting to swell against him. Catch on the rim of him with every push back in. He whimpers. Hooks one leg higher. Tries to pull me deeper.
"You want it, baby?"
"Yes—"
"Want me to knot you?"
"Yes—Atlas, please—"
"Then take it."
I drive in deep. My knot drags hot along his rim, swelling fast now, and he whines—high, broken, the sound of an omega's body registering what's coming—and his hands fly down from above his head to fist in the duvet at his sides.
"Hands back up, sweetheart."
"Atlas—it's—"
"Hands. Up."
He puts them back. Knuckles white in the pillow. His hole stretches and stretches around the swell of me.
"I know, baby. I know. Almost there."
I push.
The knot catches one more time, drags hot along his rim, and then locks inside him in the same heartbeat I tip over the edge. I come buried in him to the hilt, his body clenched tight around the knot, my cock pulsing deep inside him, hot and long and a relief I have been carrying under my skin all night. He sobs against my throat. I bite down on the bond mark Bane put there, gentle, just teeth, and ride my own orgasm out with my mouth on him and his hands back where I told him to keep them and the bond between us pulsing so bright between us I think briefly I'll see it if I close my eyes.
I do close my eyes.
I do see it.
When I come back into my body, he's still shaking under me. Whining. Stretched too full and trapped and not yet allowed his own release.
"...Atlas—"
"Shh, baby. I've got you."
"It's—it's so much—"
