Page 78 of Shifter Omegaverse AU

That, and the way they kept moaning Rowan’s name.

The fourth time they did it, Rowan’s hawk let out a piercing kee-aww, and Rowan came forward onto his knees, grabbing the third largest dilator, which was an orange sherbert color. He drizzled a little bit of lube onto it, taking care not to let any drip onto the handle. For safety, he wanted to keep a firm hold on the toy, but he also wanted a fighting chance of actually getting to play with it. Errant lube would derail both of those plans.

“O-okay,” Milo grunted, thrusting the green dilator twice more before pulling it out. “I think I’m ready.”

Their hole was glistening with lube, and while it was definitely more open than before, Rowan took his time pressing the toy into his squirming fated mate.

“Hold still, baby,” Rowan said, leaning forward as he pushed the toy in deeper.

“Oooooh… Yes—yes!” Milo cried, grabbing their legs and pulling them back against their chest.

“Feel good?” he murmured, thrusting with slow, steady strokes.

“So good. You’re so good. Feels so good,” Milo babbled.

The one who was clearly “good” between the two of them was Milo. Even as they lost themself to Rowan’s thrusts, they kept control of their limbs at all times, never coming within inches of accidentally brushing or touching Rowan. They made the prettiest faces, too, and let out the sexiest noises, taking every twist and thrust of Rowan’s hand and begging for more.

Rowan wanted to give them more. He wanted to give them the world. Maybe next time they could play with Rowan’s stroker. It was a solid cylinder that did a great job of containing mess inside it. He’d offered to use it on lovers in the past, but they always treated it as a letdown. The way Milo was writhing and moaning made him think they probably wouldn’t think that.

Case in point, when Rowan tilted his hand at a sharp angle and thrust up, Milo’s eyes flew wide. Their irises were almost entirely green, like sparkling emeralds against their pale blonde lashes. Rowan leaned forward, pulled by that invisible tether, and Milo whined. “Please, Rowan, I need more. Would you grab the dildo in my bag?”

Rowan let out a surprised noise and stopped leaning forward, but he was a little off balance and had to bring his hand down to steady himself.

“Oh—oh gods, nevermind!” Milo cried, throwing their head back in ecstasy. “Please just—just, keep doing that.”

Rowan looked down and found his hand was splayed out across Milo’s chest. Their shirt was a silky smooth fabric, warm from Milo’s body but not sweaty. The longer Rowan kept his hand on it, the more likely he was to start sweating, but for the moment, he was okay.

It was made all the better by the way Milo was reacting. They arched and squirmed, pressing up against his hand and then bearing down on the toy. Experimentally, Rowan pressed down harder with his hand, effectively pinning Milo to the mattress as he continued fucking into them with the toy.

Milo let out a broken noise that Rowan wanted to stitch into the fabric of his memory. It was so open, simultaneously vulnerable and trusting, while also full of pleasure. He was the one doing that to Milo. He was using creativity and conveniently placed clothing to bring them pleasure.

Taking a chance, he slid his hand down and around to Milo’s shirt covered waist, using his grip to slam Milo down onto the toy.

“Rowan!” Milo screamed, arching their back, causing their dick to leak precum all over their blouse, right where Rowan’s hand had just been.

“Stroke yourself, baby. I want you to come.”

Hopefully, before Rowan’s senses had time to catch up with everything that was happening and get overwhelmed, overstimulated, or otherwise panic.

His hawk, usually the first to announce they were not happy about a touch, seemed pleased as can be. He had added at least two new butt shimmies and a bob and weave maneuver to the end of his dance.

“Close—Rowan, I’m close,” Milo warned. They had somehow managed to wind their arm around the back of their leg and were frantically jacking themself off, pointing the tip of their dick away from Rowan.

“Come for me, mate,” Rowan growled, his hawk’s happy cry reverberating around the inside of his skull.

Milo moaned, arching out of Rowan’s grip to come all over their chest. Rowan sat back, but kept a firm hand on the dilator, allowing Milo to clench around it as they worked their way through their orgasm.

When they finally finished, their shirt was practically soaked with cum, and their legs and arms were shaking. Gently, Rowan pulled the dilator free and then pushed off the bed, allowing Milo to release their legs with a loud huff. He placed the used dilator next to the others before bending at the waist to hover over Milo. He could feel the heat radiating off of them and smell the potent, sweet scent of their pleasure.

“Feel good, baby?”

“Mmm, s’ good,” Milo slurred, tipping their chin up to bring their mouth closer to Rowan’s. “Kiss?”

Rowan gave them what they wanted because it was exactly what he wanted, too. Milo didn’t try to grab him with their dirty hands. They just pressed their lips to his. When he traced their bottom lip with his tongue, they once again granted him entrance into their body.

“Thank you,” Rowan whispered.

Milo’s grin was so wide, Rowan had to pull back to see it all the way. “You’re welcome.”