Page 89 of Shifter Omegaverse AU

He ignored the glass chessboard Troy had gotten him several birthdays ago. Apparently, Raina had mentioned that Rowan used to play, and Troy thought it would go well with the cabin's decor. He had been right, but Rowan had never taken it out to play. His siblings had never cared much for chess. Maybe he and Milo could play this weekend, or the next time they came to visit. There was no rush, especially not if Milo was feeling out of sorts.

Rowan grabbed a random book, and Milo eyed the shirtless man on the cover. “Maybe you can read to me? Give me some sexy dreams instead of the ones I’ve been having.”

Rowan would have happily read to Milo the entire night long, but by the time they got ready and settled into bed, Milo only made it through half of chapter one before conking out. Rowan’s hawk was antsy, pacing around and picking at the feathers he still needed to shed. Rowan almost considered going on another flight, now that Milo was safely tucked into bed, but he didn’t want them to wake up while Rowan was gone.

Instead, he read twelve more chapters and was finally able to fall asleep somewhere around midnight, when his hawk had tired himself out and collapsed into his nest.

He wasn’t asleep for long. Something pulled him and his hawk from sleep, and as he blinked his eyes open, the clock read three am. He grunted and rolled over, hoping to find a new spot in bed to sink into, but his hawk squawked feebly, and he jerked back, having nearly rolled over on top of Milo.

They were curled up only a few inches behind Rowan, their eyes open, gaze distant.

“Baby?” Rowan gruffed.

Milo blinked slowly before raising their chin to look at Rowan. The bags under their eyes were dark against their pale skin, and their mouth was pressed in a tight line. “Sorry,” they whispered. “Did I wake you?”

They didn’t sound like someone who had just woken up. They sounded like a person reaching the end of their rope—and then some.

“I think I woke myself up,” Rowan lied. “What about you? Did you just wake up?”

“No,” Milo whispered, but it was barely more than an exhale.

“Nightmare?” Rowan guessed, and Milo curled up even tighter. “Is there anything I can do? Do you want to hold hands, like we did last time? Or maybe I could try to put my hand on your back?”

Rowan’s hawk let out a pitiful cheep. They both knew that might be a stretch for what they could offer right now. Their nerves were raw, and even the shift of the bed sheets each time Milo breathed felt like too much.

“Is there…any chance at all you could…fuck me?” Milo whispered, the strain in their voice nothing compared to how tightly they fisted the sheets in front of their face. “It’s the only thing I can think of that might help me fall asleep. It could even just be with one of the dilators we didn’t use. I don’t care.”

That…might actually be doable.

“Will you grab the one you want? And the lube? I don’t think I can get it ready, but—”

“No, I…yeah. Yeah, let me just—” Milo scrambled off the bed, surprisingly light on their feet given how tired they looked. It wasn’t more than a few heartbeats before they returned with the orange dilator, knotting dildo, and lube.

“I’m not sure how you want to do this, but the dildo does have a longer handle?” Milo said, holding the dildo and dilator up next to each other.

That hadn’t been a problem when Milo was on their back, holding their legs away from Rowan, but if they were going to do it lying down, which Rowan preferred given how exhausted he was, the dildo might be a better idea.

“Could you stretch yourself first?”

Milo nodded and laid the dildo down between them. They yanked off their new pajama pants, revealing yet another pair of assless boxers. In record time, they worked themself open with two fingers, then with the dilator. When they pulled it out, they set it carefully down on the nightstand so that only the clean part of the handle touched the ornate wood.

It was such a tiny gesture, amidst the avalanche of tiny moments they were sharing together, but it made Rowan’s heart feel like it could barely fit inside his ribs anymore. It was bursting with appreciation, fondness, and, yes, he was pretty sure there was love in the mix, too.

He loved Milo, his quirky best friend, who never ceased to make him smile, and his baby, who flirted and flounced about, but he was also falling in love with the quiet, sensitive lover in his bed right now.

“You’re so pretty, baby,” Rowan cooed, fingers clenching the handle of the dildo Milo had thoroughly lubed up. “I’m going to fuck you, knot you, and hopefully help you get back to sleep.”

Milo whimpered, and as Rowan pressed the dildo inside them, they started to cry.

“Baby?”

“I’m—I’m okay,” Milo gasped, so Rowan didn’t stop. He continued pressing in with the toy while he whispered soft words and sweet praise.

When the dildo reached that place inside them, they sobbed, and Rowan wondered if maybe they didn’t need to be fucked, but rather, gently brought to that blissful edge.

He squinted at the handle in the dim light of the moon and managed to find what he hoped was the right button. He switched it on, and the dildo began vibrating, right where Rowan wanted it.

“Oh—oh, gods, wh–” Milo gasped, arching their back. “It…vibrates?”