Quincy
It wasn’t like he hadn’t known he had it in him, but he’d never taken the lead before with Valgar.
And it was not just his body.
He could feel it again, the damp slippery sensation between his legs but not quite at the right place.
And yet, he knew what he wanted. What he needed.
If he did it, it would be real. But of course that was stupid, it was real already. He had not dared to look, but he had felt it clearly enough.
And this was real too, the part of him that wanted Valgar to let him.
Without a word, he turned around and started pulling at his underwear through the tunic, dropping it on the ground before crawling on the bed and between Valgar’s legs, going for the laces of his riding trousers.
The alpha jumped under his touch, but there was a bulge there for Quincy to free, making Valgar exhale sharply, the shot of pleasure going through his own cock too and echoing somehow into the emptiness where his sack had been.
He grimaced, clenching to force the pleasure to the forefront.
He was not going to weep here, he was going to take his pleasure, as it was owed to him and to hell with it being new.
His life had changed forever at seventeen and he’d lived, he’d lost Yara, and he’d lived, Valgar had mated him, and he’d lived.
Or he’d survived. Now he intended to live.
Valgar caught his hands and Quincy glared at him. “If you want me to last...” his mate warned.
Quincy deflated. “Sorry, I—”
“I’m yours,” Valgar told him, completely serious. “Would you like me to disrobe?”
And it was an odd idea, for an alpha to expose himself for his omega’s delight. But he did want to see his lover’s body again. It had not been long, but he had missed it, and it was true. Valgar was his, just like he was Valgar’s.
Quincy nodded, rolling off to sit on the bed.
His alpha did not linger, standing up and simply pulling his shirt over his head, discarding it on a chair and toeing off his boots, then, finally, dragging off his trousers and underwear, leaving his dark erection starkly in evidence against the strong muscles of his belly.
Quincy could feel the banked heat of Valgar’s desire in his own body, but the alpha waited there, letting him look his fill. He wanted to taste him again, even if he could hardly get a third of the length of his erection into his mouth before choking.
Mar might know more about how to go about it, if Quincy could ask.
He glanced down at his own still covered body, thinking of the new tender parts, and the ones that were gone. Valgar had knelt for him and sucked at his balls until Quincy had begged to be fucked once.
Then he met his partner’s eyes again and saw the gentleness there. No, not just saw, he could feel it. Valgar was looking at someone he loved, and he was glad his body pleased Quincy. But did he not know about Quincy’s body?
“You don’t... care?”
Valgar blinked at him, eyes flickering down Quincy’s body. “About...” His throat worked hard as he swallowed. “The changes? No. I care about you, and I wouldn’t...” He huffed. “I want you, Quincy. I want to please you. If you would rather—
“We have to,” Quincy cut in, low but firm.
That was all very well and good, but Quincy had been told one more thing by the court physician: once he changed, he’d need his alpha to open up his passage for him to ease the birthing.
His mate didn’t argue, expression softening, then inclined his head and asked, “How would you like me?”
Quincy hesitated, and Valgar returned to where he’d put him earlier. “What about here?” He laid himself back down on the bedding, just far enough to leave himself in display; a feast for Quincy’s eyes he couldn’t ignore.
He gulped, clenching before he knew he was doing it and not quite able to hold back a sound at the sharp spike of pleasure.
Valgar’s generous lips were parted when he looked up, fixed on Quincy’s middle. “Is that—?” He cut himself off, suddenly going from lust to discomfort.
“What is it?” He put a hand on Valgar’s bare knee, playing with the fine hair there.
His alpha shrugged, cock twitching inches from Quincy’s hand. “I don’t want to ask if it will upset you.”
“You are going to do a lot more than ask,” Quincy told him, honestly.
“It feels...” He swallowed, focusing on it and pressing his thighs together to intensify the pressure.
Valgar’s hand on his upper arm was the only thing that kept him from toppling over at the fizzle of it, and Valgar’s glazed look when he blinked his eyes open was too much to resist.
He bent over and landed a hand on his lover’s shoulder and a kiss mostly on his mouth, and there he was, bare buttocks spread over his alpha’s lap, both his holes leaking profusely.
His alpha’s dick a hot heavy weight against his belly through the cotton tunic he slept in.
He grunted, shoving his hips forward and frustrated by the barrier, then yanked the tunic up to free himself and moments later they were finally pressed together.
Valgar’s length dwarfed his own, but more than that, it was leaking pre-ejaculate all over Quincy’s erection, making a wild mess of their bellies as they grew wild and desperate.
Valgar’s carefulness evaporated, and he dragged Quincy flush against him, making him groan as his hole brushed against the tiny hairs on the alpha’s leg.
His mate’s teeth were sharp on his ear and then his throat, on the mark he’d left on Quincy forever and maybe it was the magic of the bond, but Quincy found himself shifting his hips forward to try and.
.. Oh, by earth and sky, he wanted something inside.
His inner thighs were sticky with it. The fact that he had a new hole only seemed to intensify the usual desperate need to be filled that Valgar had reawakened in him.
When he found himself tipped over, he was so dazed, he could barely focus his gaze on his alpha’s hungry eyes above him.
“Shh...” Valgar told him, and placed a hand on each of his knees, massaging until his thumbs were on the crease of Quincy’s groin.
He tensed up, but Valgar was already bending forward and sucking his cock into his mouth, all in one go, even though he’d admitted he had never had a male lover before—or any lovers other than Mar, in fact.
And he was unfairly magnificent at it. Quincy grabbed handfuls of the sheets and gave into it; not enough left of his brain to think about what he was exposing. The first brush of fingertips up the edges of his new hole made him thrust up hard enough his alpha had to shove him down.
“Sorry!” he panted, but Valgar pulled back only to chuckle warmly on his wet dick, making Quincy whimper at the pins and needles of sensation, a tease so intense he felt himself twitch everywhere and heard Valgar inhaling deeply.
“Your scent...” He swallowed the rest along with Quincy’s bobbing erection and the second touch was firmer, up through the wetness, pressing inside just a little,d and Quincy was undone, cock jerking inside his alpha’s throat, getting swallowed whole.
He couldn’t stop trembling, and Valgar laid down by his side, ignoring his own arousal to throw a leg over Quincy’s to absorb some of the energy making him shake.
Quincy buried his face into his chest, nuzzling a little dopily. “I can...”
“You will,” his alpha’s voice was low. “Take a minute now, that’s an order.”
There was no power behind the words and Quincy relaxed at what was truly permission.
***
EVEN AS HARD AS HE’D come, he was still wet, and it was easy enough for it to start getting him going again.
Valgar’s smirk was against Quincy’s throat, but he could feel his smugness loud and clear.
Quincy would have objected on principle, but he was already too needy to care. Fuck, what would heat be like if he felt like this just on a normal day?
His body chose that moment to eject another load of slick from both his holes, and he clenched, squirming as he tried to process the dual sensation.
“Yeah?” Valgar asked, sucking on his chin of all things, his erection painting Quincy’s side with precome.
He nodded, too breathless to speak, lifting his hips to rub himself against the inside of his mate’s powerful thigh.
Valgar’s hand was heavy on his hipbone, but it was his quiet concentration that drew Quincy’s attention away from his own growing need.
Their eyes met and held, and then, very slowly, Valgar’s fingers travelled inwards, the tips only just making contact with the curly hair where Quincy’s groin met his leg, sending a shiver of sensation that made him whine low in his throat and then try to hide his face into his mate’s skin.
In response, his alpha racked his nails through the hair, not painfully but with a certain sting, and Quincy’s hips snapped up. “Do it.”
He’d asked for it, but he was shocked when Valgar’s palm slid downwards to cup the mound where his sack had been, squeezing the outside of his new hole once and then pausing. It felt...
It wasn’t the same, but it wasn’t that far from having his balls played with either.
And then the tip of Valgar’s longest finger curled inwards towards the lips and Quincy bit his alpha’s arm hard enough he was afraid he’d drawn blood.
But it wasn’t blood that came, instead his own slick flowed onto his mate’s seeking fingers.
“Oh fuck,” Valgar murmured, sounding as overwhelmed as Quincy felt.
He did not let it stop him from doing it again, tracing the bottom of the slit with gentle come hither motions of his finger that were driving Quincy wild.
“More,” he gasped out in between shuddering breaths.