Page 28 of Omega’s Fealty

I come again with him inside me. It is different from the first time. Deeper. It pulls me apart from the inside and I clamp down on him and he groans against my throat and his hips stutter and drive in hard once, twice, and then he goes still and I feel him come. I feel it. The pulse of him inside me, hot, and the sound he makes, and his whole weight comes down on me for one second before he catches himself on his elbows.

We lie like that. Him on me, in me. Both of us breathing.

It isn’t enough.

I know it as soon as I can think again. My body knows before I do. He is still inside me, softening, and I am already clenching around him, wanting him back. The heat has hold of me properly now. My skin is on fire everywhere he isn’t touching it.

“Again,” I say.

He laughs. It is the first time I have heard him laugh. It is short and rough and surprised, against my neck.

“Give me a few seconds, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart. I turn my face into his shoulder and hide there.

He pulls out of me carefully. I feel him go, and the wet of him following after, running out onto the blanket. He gets the clean rag from the basin and cleans me with it. He is gentle about it. He wipes the come off my stomach and between my legs and I lie there and let him, and it should be humiliating and it isn’t.

He gets the water and holds it to my mouth. “Small sips. You’re still weak.”

I drink. He drinks after me. Then he lies down on his back on the blankets and pulls me on top of him.

I have never been on top of anyone. I sit up, straddling his hips, and look down. He is already getting hard against me. Again. His hands are on my thighs and he is looking up at me, and his face in the lantern light is all shadow and he is beautiful. Not pretty, no, but beautiful. He is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

“Whatever you want,” he says. “You take it.”

I take it.

I reach behind me and get my hand around him. I am clumsy about it but he doesn’t laugh. He lets me find the angle. I sink down onto him slowly with my hands braced on his chest and it is easier this time. I am open and slick. I have a better idea of what happens now. When I am all the way down I stop and sit there and feel it.

His hands go tight on my hips.

“Fuck,” he says. “Look at you.”

He keeps saying that. Look at you. As if I am something to see.

I move. I don’t know what I am doing and I don’t care. I just follow what feels good.

I rock on him and then I lift and drop and that is better, and he lets me. He doesn’t take over. He just holds my hips and helps me lift and his eyes never leave my face. When I get tired he plants his feet and pushes up into me from below and I let my head fall back and take it.

His hand comes off my hip. He puts his thumb on my bottom lip. I open my mouth and take it in and suck.

“Aurelio.”

I look down at him. He is watching me with his thumb in my mouth and I have never felt like this. I have never felt like I affected someone.

“Come here,” he says.

He pulls me down onto his chest and wraps his arms around me and rolls us. I am on my back with him over me and in me and he is moving harder now, deeper, and I meet him. My hands are on his back where the scars are. My mouth is on his shoulder. I can taste his sweat.

It goes on a long time. I lose track. He comes once with a shout and doesn’t stop. He stays in me and keeps going, softer, and then harder again when he can, and I come I don’t know how many times, small ones and one that whites out everything, with his hand on my cock and his mouth on my throat and his voice in my ear saying that’s it, that’s it, I’ve got you.

The lantern burns down. He gets up once and turns it off and comes back in the dark and finds me by scent and we do it again like that, not able to see. Only his hands and his mouth and his weight and the sounds we make.

Sometime in the dark it eases.

I am lying on his chest. His arm is around me and his hand is in my hair, moving slowly. His heart is going under my ear. It is loud. Slower than mine.

Neither of us says anything.