Cherry Breeze

12. That Kind Of Kink

Chapter twelve

That Kind Of Kink

When Asher woke, he was laying down and as he opened his eyes he realized that he was in Sebastian's bedroom. The alpha lay in bed beside him. He assumed that he must have been carried there after falling asleep during the movie. The bright light of early morning filtered in through the gauzy curtains over Sebastian's windows. The alpha beside him was still sleeping peacefully and Asher was entranced by the way the covers were shoved down, barely covering the alpha's hips. His long body was stretched out bare to Asher's gaze, almost as if he were posing for a painting.

Asher stared at him for a few long minutes, admiring his profile and wishing he had his canvases, easel and paints, but as he thought that he remembered packing his watercolors. He rolled out of bed gingerly, trying not to wake Sebastian and found his backpack leaned against the wall. He quietly gathered all of his supplies from inside; a watercolor palette, his watercolor notebook and a bundle of brushes rolled up in a towel.

He picked up a blue chair that was sitting in the corner and struggled to get it over to the bedside, trying not to make too much noise and wake Sebastian. Asher wanted to paint him in his vulnerable repose. He fetched a small glass of water from the bathroom and positioned himself in the chair.

On the bedside table next to him, Asher laid his palette and cup of water. He rested his feet on the edge of the bed to hold his palette in position, wedging it between his thighs and belly so it laid more or less flat. With his brushes he had a well-used water-soluble gray pencil. He used that to lightly sketch out Sebastian's general form on the sheet of watercolor paper, and once he had the basic blocking down for what he wanted to paint, he took one of his brushes and dipped it in the water, he carefully began to color in the areas of skin, mixing several colors on the page to get the exact shade that he wanted. The bedding that gathered around Sebastian's hips was a deep, navy blue and Asher used his colors, thinning out a few to create several shades of darkening colors to simulate the folds of the bed.

Watercolors were not an incredibly precise medium, and so Asher knew that he wouldn't be able to get every exact mole and stray hair, but he got the lovely shape of the alpha's body. He enjoyed the quiet and the opportunity to paint the alpha whose figure he'd longed to commit to a visual form through art. In his comfortable blue chair, feet propped against the bed, he painted, not knowing how much time passed and by the time Sebastian woke, his painting was almost done.

Dark eyes opened and looked at him. Asher paused in his efforts as the alpha took him in, eyes moving from Asher's feet propped against the edge of the mattress, to the items in his hands, and the foggy glass of water and colorful palette that sat on the bedside table. His handsome face broke into a smile as he looked at Asher.

“Hey there, Cherry. Are you painting me?”

Asher smiled and gave a small nod. “Yes, you looked very beautiful and I've wanted to paint you for a while, so I decided to use my watercolors to paint you while you were sleeping. I wish I had all of my paints, and I could have done a better job. Watercolor is not my favorite.”

Sebastian rolled over and moved closer to Asher where he sat in his chair, and his nearness made Asher's belly warm. There was something so intimate about the way the alpha looked at him in the soft light of the morning, and the way his hand tenderly caressed the inside of the omega’s knee as he asked, “Can I see what you did?”

Asher turned the notebook around and let Sebastian see the slightly messy watercolor painting of him in bed. Asher had tried to use peaches and pinks to simulate the early morning light as it was filtered through the white curtains and he was fairly pleased with the overall effect.

Sebastian took the notebook carefully, so as not to smudge any of the art by touching it and looked at the amazing creation that his omega had brought into reality, of him so early in the morning sleeping. If this was not his preferred medium, Sebastian wondered how talented he must be in his element.

“Wow, Cherry... This is beautiful.”

Asher's cheeks colored and he took the notebook back from Sebastian, staring down at the small painting. The alpha loved it when he got shy. He found it such a juxtaposition from his usual sassy confidence. He liked that Asher had a dynamic personality that changed with the mood of the moment.

“Thank you. You make a very good model while you're sleeping.”

“Only while I'm sleeping?” Sebastian asked, his tone full of jest.

“Well, I assume you're just as good of a model when you're awake, but I've only gotten to try you out while you sleep so far…. Speaking of trying out…” Asher purred, his smile widening as some of that brazen confidence returned. He set aside his notebook, careful not to knock over the cup of water or the palette on the nightstand. He climbed into the bed and settled himself astride Sebastian's hips. He could feel that the alpha was hard, a rigid length of morning wood pressed at him between his legs. His small hands braced against the alpha’s chest as he softly rocked himself against him. “I'm feeling much less sore today.” Asher hummed out on a breath.

Sebastian gave a soft, husky laugh and rolled them over, trapping Asher beneath his larger body and nuzzling against him with a deep purr.

“And you say that I'm the insatiable beast. I think you're twice as bad... possibly three times.”

“So is that a no?” Asher asked, clearly knowing the answer already as his smile widened and his eyes turned mischievous.

“You know that that's not a no, sassy pants.”

“I’m actually not wearing pants.”

“I see the early hour does nothing for your brattiness… Thank the Gods. I wouldn’t know what to do if you stopped sassing me.”

Asher hummed softly as Sebastian leaned down and traced his lips up the column of his neck.

“Mm…. Touch me.”

It was the alpha’s turn to tease and Sebastian took his time, slowly pleasuring the omega underneath him. He spent a long, pleasant time eating him out, and then slowly fucked him, until he came apart beneath him. It was a warm and hazy kind of sex. No. It was lovemaking. Sebastian couldn’t call what they’d just done ‘sex ’. It had been too soft and too full of trust.

By the time they were finished, they already needed another shower, their scents coated each other and mixed together to create one scent of sandalwood, cherry and a hint of citrus. It was a lovely smell, one that Sebastian wanted to fill his head all day, every day.

Asher sat at his same spot at the counter while Sebastian made breakfast, and as he watched the alpha putter around the kitchen, he truly thought that this was the kind of man that one rarely ever got to meet and that he'd be stupid to let him get away, just because he had some bad experiences and horrible examples of relationships.

In his past, his mother had been mistreated, but that didn't mean that Sebastian would mistreat him too. Of course, those thoughts were only thoughts and he knew that for him to truly believe them, it would take time and patience on behalf of the alpha whose kitchen he sat in. He leaned his chin on his hands as he got the feeling that this weekend was the beginning of something greater, and that if he allowed it, this could grow into something very special.

Asher was a passionate omega. He knew what he wanted from a relationship. It remained to be seen if Sebastian would truly be able to give him what he needed outside of the lovely fun of a sexy weekend, playing and making love, but he was willing to try.

They ate their breakfast together, this time at the kitchen table and Asher was ravenous as he ate his pancakes, Sebastian insisting that he take the largest one. After breakfast, they settled together on the couch, Asher in the alpha's lap, giving him slow, syrupy kisses, but after a few minutes of kissing, he pulled back and looked at the alpha.

“What are the plans for today? Are we just going to have sex all day?”

“As much as I think that would be very, very fun, no. I don't think that my heart can handle that. I'm an old man after all, compared to you.” Asher laughed and pressed another kiss to Sebastian's smiling mouth.

“You're not an old man and you know it.” Asher admonished with a little bubble of mirth.

“I am. I'm almost 20 years older than you, you know. I'm going to need a hip replacement if we keep on like this.” He joked and Asher slapped his chest.

“You're the one who keeps seducing me!” Asher defended.

“That is absolutely not true, and even if it were, how am I supposed to help myself with such a temptation in my house?” Sebastian poked his ribs, making Asher squirm at the ticklish action and hold his hands up in surrender.

“Okay, so if we're not having sex all day, what are we going to do?”

“That is a surprise.” Sebastian said, looking very smug and self-satisfied. “For now, let's get dressed, and I'm going to take you out for a nice day together.”

Asher tried to weasel more information out of Sebastian, but the alpha refused to give in, even when he employed the puppy eyes and the quivering lip, though that was the closest he came to breaking. Sebastian just pressed kisses to his mouth when he pouted, and Asher eventually stopped asking as they got ready, which began with Sebastian fixing his makeup.

Asher happily straddled him on the little rolling stool in front of his packed makeup station that took up one wall of his room and let Sebastian carefully apply his makeup. He could feel that the foundation was light coverage, as it didn’t feel heavy on the skin, but he enjoyed the process of Sebastian doing his makeup.

The closeness and position gave him the opportunity to study Sebastian up close and see his handsome face pulled in lines of concentration as he filled in his eyebrows with gentle flicks of his wrist, his touch was light as he applied each step of the makeup, finishing with delicately painted eyeliner and a thick layer of Cherry Breeze lip gloss.

When he was allowed to turn around, Asher leaned close to the mirror and studied himself. His makeup was natural in color, but also shimmery, making him look kind of like a fairy, glittery and soft, his liner was sharp and winged, it pointed in at the inner corners slightly, making him look like a bit more sensual than usual, sharpening his eyes. The lashes the alpha had applied were thick and dark, the highlight catching the light just right as he turned his face this way and that, to see the effect. He looked gorgeous, and he turned and gave Sebastian the lightest of kisses, purring when Sebastian licked the cherry gloss from his lips.

“Thank you, alpha. My makeup looks wonderful.”

“It only looks wonderful because it’s on you.”

“Cheesy.”

Sebastian poked his ribs, making him giggle. “You like it.”

Asher smiled and nuzzled his cheek.

“I do.”

Sebastian did his own makeup, which was barely more than tinted sunscreen and a few dabs of concealer, a soft lining of the eyes. He’d always liked doing makeup for others more than for himself, and Asher was his ideal canvas with his versatile appearance that could look sexy or sweet. The alpha dressed casually again in tight-fitting jeans, but this time his shirt was an old one, light blue with the logo for the Shelby Cobra on the front. It was a shirt he’d owned forever. His talk with Asher yesterday about his grandfather had made him nostalgic about his love for old cars and the Shelby Cobra had been his grandpa’s favorite. It felt like a huge step toward healing in a weird way, wearing the shirt. It had been a gift from his grandfather and wearing it made him feel closer to him than he had since his death.

Asher put on one of the outfits that he brought with him, smirking as he knew that Sebastian was going to love it as he pulled his tight, ripped black shorts that barely covered his ass, the frayed edges of the cutoffs dangling tauntingly, and on top he wore a ribbed, white tank top, so thin it was just on the right side of opaque and did nothing to cover the slight peaks of Asher's small nipples that pushed at the fabric. His messy waves of hair, and perfect makeup complimented his outfit and he felt smug as Sebastian pulled him into a tight embrace, hand smoothing down the arch of his back to rest against his ass, fingers curling under the underside of his cheek as he gripped into it.

“Ah, ah, ah…” Asher taunted, waggling a finger at him. “We aren’t going down that road. We have a date.”

“I changed my mind.” Sebastian said, stepping forward and picking Asher up under the thighs and making the omega squeal in surprise, his legs wrapping around him.

“Nope.” Asher booped the end of his nose with a finger. “Now you have to romance me if you want back inside these shorts. These are a denim chastity belt for the rest of the day. But… good things come to those who wait.”

Sebastian groaned and Asher laughed, pushing his hands back through the alpha’s hair and looking at him fondly.

“You’re gonna kill me.” Sebastian complained.

“I’m not. But I am going to make you wait until this evening to fuck me.”

“What’s the difference?” Sebastian sulked, fingertips digging into Asher’s thighs.

“The difference is that I wouldn’t let a zombie knot me, but I am going to let you. So, chin up buckaroo, it’s time for this super secret date.” Asher said, tipping his chin up and kissing him.

“Smartmouth.”

Sebastian had still refused to tell him where they were going, but as he pulled up and parked outside a large building, Asher leaned down to look out the windshield at the sign and burst into laughter. It was an arcade, complete with indoor bumper cars and… laser tag. He looked at Sebastian with a smile.

“I see you want to be humiliated on our date. I didn’t know you had that kind of kink, alpha.” Asher joked and Sebastian snorted.

“We’ll see about that.” Sebastian replied, getting out of the car and going around to open Asher’s door for him, wrapping an arm around him as they walked toward the arcade.

“What happened to the old man who was going to break a hip by fucking me?”

“He saw your ass in those shorts and now feels 10 years younger.”

Asher gave a sympathetic twist to his lips.

“It must be nice to feel 60 again.” Asher said, and then gave a squeak of surprise when a swat landed on his ass.

“Smartass.”

“Oh, so NOW you’ll spank me.”

“You want another one?”

“Of course I do, but I, like you, will have to wait until tonight.”

Sebastian caught Asher around the waist and pulled him back against his body with a soft growl, nosing into the back of his neck.

“You are such a tease.”

“You like it.”

“I do.”

They made it inside, the sounds of video games and claw machines, the beeping and music from the many games made the place loud. Sebastian guided Asher through the rows of arcade cabinets to the ticketing counter, but as he was about to pay for them both, Asher elbowed him and offered cash for his half, reminding Sebastian of their deal about him spending money on him. Though he wanted to argue, he knew this wasn’t the place, so he let Asher pay his half of the laser tag fee.

“We don’t have anyone else in to play right now, so it’s just going to be you two, is that alright?” The worker said as he pulled the two chest harnesses off the wall.

“Perfect.” The couple said together and then laughed at their timed response.

The employee helped them buckle their neon harnesses and adjust them to fit before handing them their laser guns.

“Alright, you’ve got 20 minutes, when you hear the sound of the buzzer your time is up. No climbing on the structures, no moving any of the structures. Any questions?”

The couple shook their heads and they were allowed to walk through the curtain and into the dark room, lit by blacklights, the many neon structures meant for hiding behind lighting up the space with their glow. Asher lifted up onto his toes and gave Sebastian a soft, cherry kiss.

“Get ready to be destroyed.” Asher said.

“I look forward to it.”

The omega turned and walked away, sashaying his hips side to side haughtily, gun held up by his shoulder, as he vanished behind a neon green pillar. Sebastian turned away with a smile and ducked down inside a short arched tunnel, making his way through carefully, laser pistol held at the ready.

Sebastian liked that Asher was so competitive, it brought forward his own competitive spirit as he crept silently through the course, hiding himself behind large obstacles. He didn't hear anything for the first couple of minutes, it seemed that Asher was very light and quite fast because it was the omega who got the first shot. Sebastian had just stepped out from behind a glowing pink pillar, about to move behind a nearby green column, and heard the chime of his vest as Asher's pistol lit it up. Sebastian glanced up just in time to see Asher's smiling, smug face before he vanished behind a large square barrier.

Sebastian got his revenge by creeping around the perimeter and making his way to the rear of the spot he suspected Asher to be. He saw him crouched behind a small pillar and as he took aim, Asher turned just in time to meet his eyes as his own harness lit up as his pistol froze for 10 seconds. Sebastian returned the smug smile and ducked himself through a little archway that led into a secondary room. He heard quick footsteps following him and ducked around the corner concealing himself behind a tall neon orange square, just as Asher came through the door. As the lights on his harness stopped flashing, indicating his pistol worked again, Sebastian stepped out and shot him one more time, laughing as he stole a kiss and skittered from the room, back out into the main area, Asher making a little huff behind him.

It went back and forth like that, with the two of them tagging each other, teasing, taunting and stealing kisses when their opponent’s were tagged, unable to shoot them back. Asher was quicker and quieter, but Sebastian had the patience of a grown man and he waited in his hiding places for Asher to be in a vulnerable position. The 20 minutes were almost up and as the clock ran down, the couple were tied neck and neck.

Asher crept up behind the place where he'd seen Sebastian vanish last. As he crept past a small nook between two larger glowing pillars, he squeaked when a hand reached out and grabbed him, pulling him against a larger, warm body. He knew it was Sebastian because of his scent and as his eyes turned up to him, the alpha leaned down and connected their lips in a searing kiss. The playfulness of the moment, and their constant teasing made them both passionate as they parted their lips and their tongues met, sweeping and tasting each other. Asher made a soft sound of pleasure and Sebastian pulled him even closer.

The alpha, seemingly lost in kissing his omega, didn't feel Asher's pistol come up and just as the time was about to run down, the soft chime of a countdown echoing through the room, Asher pulled the trigger and the alpha's vest lit up one last time, causing Sebastian to break the kiss and look down at Asher with a bewildered expression.

“Oh you little cheater!” Sebastian said as Asher laughed.

“I'm not cheating. A warrior uses all of the tools at their disposal to achieve victory.” Asher said, and Sebastian laughed as the lights came on, washing the room in its brightness and turning the neon obstacles white. Their time was up. “Looks like I won.”

“By being a little brat.”

“Did you expect anything else?” Asher sassed as he walked away from him, swinging his hips and twirling his gun around his finger by the trigger.

“I suppose not…” Sebastian answered, more to himself as he watched Asher’s perfect ass bounce with his movements.

After their round of laser tag Sebastian and Asher bought a few more tickets and spent a couple of hours competing at Street Fighter, which Sebastian was better at and Mortal Kombat, which was Asher's preferred game. The alpha won Asher a soft, fluffy pink cat plush from a claw machine, which made him giggle as he promised to keep it in his nest forever.

By the time that they left, it was early afternoon and they were both ravenously hungry. Asher suggested that they go to the Thai food restaurant near his loft, since he got free food from there and the cooking was absolutely amazing. Sebastian, who didn't have any other concrete plans for food, went along with Asher’s desires and drove them to the small restaurant.

As they walked inside, Asher was greeted by the owner by name and they quickly had their order taken. Sebastian was admiring the large mural on the wall as Asher walked up behind him and one of the omega's wrapped around his lower back, his head leaning to rest on Sebastian's shoulder.

“Do you like it?”

Sebastian stared at the intricate jade green dragon that curled and twisted around a large with vibrant red, petal-like leaves. Something about the picture was familiar, though he knew he'd never seen it before.

“Yes, it's very beautiful. Do you know who did it?”

“I did.” Asher answered. “That's why I get free food here.”

Sebastian looked at Asher with surprise, but as he returned his gaze to the painting, he realized what it was that was familiar about the image. It wasn't the image itself, but the style. It was that same, almost hyper realistic, yet slightly surreal style of the paintings that he'd seen in Asher's loft.

“You're incredibly talented.” Sebastian said as he stared at the mural.

He could imagine Asher there in his paint-stained overalls, a brush tucked behind his ear and another one in his hand, his creamy skin subtly patterned with small splashes and smears of various bright colors of paint. He wanted to see that side of Asher, to see what he looked like when he was working on his art, and he hoped that in the course of their growing courtship, he might be allowed to see him during that time. He knew that artists were sometimes wary to let anyone watch them work, but he hoped that if he had Asher's trust, he would be able to get to see it for himself.

“Thank you. I've seen a lot of your art.” The omega said, indicating his own face. “But I realized that you've never really seen any of mine.”

“It is a shame that I haven't been able to see more of your artwork, though I’m very interested in your process.”

“Well, if you pose for me, then you'd be able to see it.”

“Is that something that you want? I mean, I know that you said you wanted to paint me, but you want me to actually pose for you?”

“I would like that, but it takes a lot of patience to pose for a painting. You'd have to lay in one position or stand for hours at a time. Is that something that you could do?”

“Of course.” Sebastian replied. “Being still for a while doesn't bother me at all and if I got to watch you the whole time, then I'd be plenty entertained.”

Asher blushed and smacked his chest.

“You are such a helpless flirt.”

“Am I not supposed to flirt with my beautiful date?”

“Yes you can flirt with your beautiful date, you cheesy old man.”

“I thought you said I wasn't an old man.” Sebastian laughed, poking Asher’s ribs to make him giggle.

“Well, I changed my mind. You're an old man now because you're cheesy, like an old man.”

“You’re the one with the geriatric fetish then.” Sebastian teased again and Asher laughed as he was kissed and smiled into the liplock.

“Okay I'll stop teasing you, but let it be known that I did beat you at laser tag.” Asher said.

“Only because you cheated.” Sebastian replied.

“It's not cheating if it isn't against the rules and you're the one who kissed me first. I simply saw an opening and I took it.”

They went back and forth like that, teasing each other as they waited for their food, and as they ate, they played footsie under the table like a pair of high school students. Asher liked this playful side of Sebastian, it was something that he'd always wanted in a partner. He loved to laugh and play. He thought it was fun to tease the alpha and get him riled up, though he knew that it would take more than his simple playfulness to truly rile Sebastian up. It was one of his favorite things about him. Sebastian was a man, one who had his life together, owned a successful business, and knew what he wanted. He liked that he was calm and patient with him, even when he was being bratty and sassy, the alpha took it in stride and laughed with him, knowing it was just in jest.

After lunch, they decided to head back to Sebastian's house. When they arrived, they were greeted by a meowing Princess. Sebastian laughed as he followed in Asher’s wake, up the stairs, the omega stripping off his clothes as he went. He imagined that this was a habit for him, getting home and immediately taking off all his clothes. He found it adorable, but as he watched his omega walk up the stairs in nothing but a vibrant red thong, his ass close enough that he could have leaned forward and bit it, he couldn't help but think that adorable wasn't the only word to describe him. Asher was adorable, but he was also incredibly sexy, and Sebastian had not had enough time with the ass that hovered right before his face, headed up the stairs. He reached up and gave a playful smack to of the omega's pale ass cheeks and Asher squeaked in surprise before looking back at him over his shoulder mischievous smile.

“Oh, is it finally time for you to give me that spanking?”

“I think you deserve them for being such a little brat.”

Asher continued his way up the stairs, going a little faster than before as he headed to the alpha's bedroom. As they reached Sebastian's room, the alpha wrapped an arm around Asher's waist, pulling the almost-naked omega against his own fully-clothed body. His lips found their way to Asher's neck, trailing up the cool, soft column until he found his ear, and he spoke quiet husky words against the shell.

“You've been such a very naughty boy.” Sebastian’s hands sprawled across Asher's revealed skin, one of them dipping below the waistband of his panties to wrap around his already semi-hard cock.

Sebastian stroked him with slow deliberation, teeth scraping along the column of his neck. He kicked the door shut behind him, so that Princess wouldn't follow them into the room and interrupt what Sebastian was looking forward to so dearly. As soon as the door was closed, Sebastian pulled Asher with him over to the bed. One of his hands found the nape of the omega's neck and he pushed him to bend over the side, chest to the mattress. He smoothed a hand up the curve of his spine, tracing the elegant shape of his body, then pulled his hand back down, stroking the reverse trail of the one he just done. He pulled the touch away as he reached Asher's lower back. He drew his hand back and then delivered a smack to the omega’s right ass cheek, making the globe of flesh jiggle. He didn't hit him hard. Sebastian didn't actually want to cause any pain, just enough to give a slight sting and to rile up the omega. He gave a few more light swats to his bottom as Asher whined and writhed on the bed, hands bunched in the messy blue comforter underneath him.

“Do you like that, Cherry?”

“Yes, alpha! Don't stop... Please don't stop! Do it again!”

Sebastian smirked. He hadn't heard such a needy voice from Asher until that moment. It was like all of his sass had drained away, replaced by desire and Sebastian was more than happy to fulfill that desire. He lightly swatted his ass, making the skin pink, and by the time he finished, the room reeked of cherry and there was slick sliding down Asher's thighs, the strip of his red underwear darkened and soaked with his wetness. Sebastian hooked his fingers in the band of Asher's drenched underwear and pulled them down, letting them fall to the floor. He pulled apart his cheeks, palming one of the round globes in each hand and massaging the sore skin. He used his thumbs to part him open, so that he could see the small, pink pucker of the omega’s entrance glistening and wet, clenching and unclenching around nothing, clearly longing to be filled.

“You ready for me to fuck you, Baby?”

Asher really hadn’t thought he’d like being spanked that much. He’d mostly been teasing when he’d brought it up. He’d had his ass smacked during sex before, but that wasn’t the same as being bent over and deliberately spanked. It was embarrassing, but that was what made it so hot. It was a mix of slight shame and a deeper need to please that roiled in his gut and made him want to submit to this alpha. He wanted to present himself and get properly, deeply fucked. The skin of his ass was warm from the light spanking and Sebastian’s hot hands against the tender flesh, mixed with the cool feel of air as it met his throbbing rim, made him want to beg.

“Fuck yes! Please fuck me!” Asher whined.

Without thought Asher arched his back, presenting himself. His thighs quivered as he lifted up slightly on his toes trying to give Sebastian the best access that he could. He wanted very badly to feel the alpha inside him again. Sebastian took his time, smoothing his touch over the sore pink skin of his ass, occasionally giving his aching hole a gentle brush of a finger, but as Asher's self-control wavered, he whined a high sound of need, pushing back against those hands.

“Please... fuck me, Daddy!” Asher pleaded, the plea leaving his lips without thought as his need mounted higher.

He felt the alpha behind him freeze for a moment, and as it registered what he’d just allowed to pass his lips, Asher felt his face heat in shame. He’d known that he had some kinks, and he knew that a daddy kink was one of them, but he'd never explored that part of his sexual self. He’d never had the opportunity, or a partner he felt comfortable enough with, or who seemed ready to take on that facet of his desires. Tears burned his eyes as humiliation washed over him. He was certain that Sebastian was about to pull away from him and decline to continue this, or worse, kick him out of his house and never want to speak to him again after such an embarrassing and filthy display on his part.

Asher tried to lift himself up, pushing his weight off the bed with his hands. But as he moved Sebastian moved in tandem, his large, warm, reassuring palm gently placing itself between his shoulder blades, stopping his motion and gently pressing him back down to the bed.

“Shh… Daddy's got you, Cherry. I'm going to make you feel so good, Baby.”

Asher hiccupped a soft sob, as humiliation turned to relief and arousal. One of Sebastian's long fingers slid down between his slick soaked cheeks and pressed at his hole, sliding inside the channel of his body until he was knuckle deep inside him. The alpha curved his body over Asher, so that he was pressed against the omega's back, his arm between them. His hand gently moved and slid his longest finger in and out of Asher's constricting heat as he prepared him for what was coming. The omega felt hot breath against the nape of his neck just before a light, but dominant bite pressed to that same sensitive flesh, nipping at his skin.

“Call me Daddy again.” Sebastian husked against the skin beneath his lips and Asher's entire body shook with need as Sebastian slid a second finger inside him, stretching him open more.

“D-D-Daddy…” Asher whined.

“Mm-hm… Tell Daddy what you want, Cherry.”

The alpha’s mouth moved from his nape, across his shoulders, leaving kisses and bites along the path of his mouth. Asher was completely out of control of what he was doing or what he was saying, relief and pleasure and arousal all so powerful inside his body that he couldn't contain himself.

“Please, please Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

Sebastian growled and pushed a third finger inside him, stretching him open even farther, and after a minute or so of prepping with three digits, he eased his fingers out. With the sound of rustling fabric and a zipper coming undone, Asher felt the hot, throbbing head of Sebastian's cock pressing at his needful hole. When the alpha spoke, it was close to his ear and Asher made a soft sob of pleasure, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes as he arched and pushed back, sliding more of Sebastian’s length inside him.

“That's it, Cherry. I've got you... Look how well you take my cock.”

Sebastian slid his arms up beneath Asher's torso, holding him against his larger body as his hips began to surge and retreat. He had never felt anything as perfect as Asher's delicate wetness enveloping him and he knew it was an experience that he would want to repeat over and over for the rest of his life. No one had ever made him feel so much, so wrapped up in the moment that nothing else mattered beyond the person he was with. He enfolded Asher against himself, enveloping the omega in his arms as he whispered reassurances and quiet praise to him between kisses to his neck.

Asher had never been with anyone who was so simultaneously dominant, yet gentle. Although Sebastian held him against the bed with his larger body, his touch was reverent. He didn't restrain him; it was not a dominance of force, but of assured confidence. Sebastian cradled him in his embrace with tenderness and obvious affection. It was strange to feel so… loved during sex. Intimacy with his past boyfriends had felt like a rapid race to the finish line, just a carnal act to get to that ultimate goal of physical pleasure. But with Sebastian, it was like being cared for and he thought, this must be what it felt like to be someone’s mate, their one and only person, to truly have an alpha’s full and undivided attention solely for him. It was wonderful, and it was something Asher hadn’t realized he even needed from an alpha until that moment.

He hadn’t realized how good it would feel to be cherished and held, the object of this wonderful alpha’s desire. He wasn’t sure if it was just their age gap, or if Sebastian would have been this way at Asher’s age, but what he did know was that this was the kind of alpha he wanted to mate, the kind of partner that would be proud to stand by his side, even if he was “a flighty artist with his head in the clouds” as his stepfather had insisted when Asher decided to pursue his future as an artist instead of going into a more traditional vocation. Perhaps Sebastian did share the similarity of wealth with the many alphas that he’d seen come and go through his mother’s life, but one thing that was different, was the emphasis Sebastian had placed on his interests, offering to pose for him, admiring his art at the restaurant, even things as silly as a game of chase and midnight skinny dipping. Sebastian was a good alpha.

When the alpha unwound his arms from his body and pulled out of him, Asher whimpered at the loss, a shot of something like disappointment settled over him for a single moment, but as soon as the alpha was free from Asher's body, the omega felt himself being pulled up by those kind hands. Sebastian guided him up from the bed and scooped him into his arms before tossing him onto the mattress with a soft bounce. He looked to the side just in time to see the alpha pull his shirt up and off, but he left his jeans and shoes on, as if he couldn’t wait a single moment longer to be with him. Sebastian was on him in a moment, sliding back into his place between Asher’s legs, his probing cock stuttering forward, seeking his entrance and on his third try he slid back inside him with a deep thrust.

“I wanted to see your face while I’m inside you.” Sebastian said, voice growling, full of arousal.

Asher couldn't respond outside of a soft moan as the alpha began to piston his hips, slowly dragging his cock against his sensitive walls in long thorough strokes, letting him feel every inch of the long, girthy cock inside him. His nails clawed at Sebastian's shoulders, his sounds turning from those of pleasure to those of whiny frustration as the alpha took his time, going far easier on him than Asher would have preferred. When the omega finally managed to get his head on straight, the words that pressed at his lips, desperate for a harder touch, a more insistent fucking burst forward.

“Please! Please, harder... faster.”

“Patience, Cherry. We have all afternoon and all night, there's no rush. Let me make you feel good.”

Asher wanted to defy him, but all of his concentration was currently focused between his legs where Sebastian’s length slowly disappeared into his body again. As Asher continued to whine and plead with him, body quivering as much as his voice, Sebastian softly bit that sensitive place on the side of his neck where his scent gland was positioned just beneath the skin.

“Today, I am teaching you patience, Baby. Good things come to those who wait.”

But Asher didn't want to wait, he wanted to whine and cry and beg to be knotted and then he wanted to roll Sebastian over and ride him hard until the alpha cried, as retaliation for being made to be patient; but that was just his brattiness at work. In reality, Asher didn't actually mind the waiting, because the process was the pleasure, more than just the orgasm at the end. He supposed that was the grand difference between Sebastian and the other alphas he'd been with. Sebastian truly wanted to make love to him, and for the alpha, making love was the act of making love, rather than the end result. The omega had never really thought about it, that sex could be something more than just a means to a slightly more satisfactory orgasm than masturbating.

The feeling made him long for his canvases, Asher wanted to make a physical representation, a visual picture of the feelings inside him. He wasn't sure if such a picture were possible but he could imagine that it would be pink and blue like effervescent, rainbow-sheened bubbles. The image would need to be as wonderful and deeply stimulating as the feeling of the lips on his skin and the hands that laced their fingers with his own, guiding them up over his head as Sebastian connected their lips and kissed him deeply. The taste of his feelings for Sebastian was cherry and that little hint of citrus that lingered in the alpha’s scent... and oddly a sweetness, like cotton candy, something that made him feel the same passion and excitement of childhood.

It wasn't a childish feeling, but it contained all the same fervor and energy of his younger years. Though he was not old by any sense, there was something about being with Sebastian that wiped away some of his persona as the apathetic college student. This alpha made him not want to be the person who simply suffered through the present, just to reach the future. Asher hadn't realized how little pleasure he had in his everyday life until he found this playfulness with Sebastian. It made him feel like life was not simply a list of things to achieve before he could be happy, but reminded him, he could have happiness in small, everyday doses in his life.

Experience hadn't really wrought in him a distinction of relationships. Asher didn’t think of them as something that caused joy, and that made him sad, because what was there in life but those fleeting brief moments of happiness? Were those not the memories that you lingered on whenever you thought of someone you loved, platonic or romantic? It was that thought that pulled from him, a truth about both reality and about himself. Whenever he thought of someone that he loved, the things he pictured were not the grand and amazing things, but rather little moments, inside jokes, and evenings spent in their company.

When he thought of Trevor, he thought of all of the nights of photo shoots, of the time just after a particularly rough breakup when his friend had arrived with a basket full of sweets and a stack of romance movies insisting that all real-life alphas were trash and that they would focus their energy on admiring fictional alphas only. He remembered early mornings where they were both exhausted as they headed into their classes and Trevor would buy him coffee, and tea for himself and wrap an arm around his shoulders or hold his hand or even scent him, when he seemed to realize that Asher needed reassurance. Those moments were the hallmarks of affection and of small moments that built up inside you that turned into love.

Asher felt tears leak from the corners of his eyes as the volume of emotion swelled inside him, unable to hold it all. What was it about this man that made him so desperate to believe in love, to believe that someday this wonderful alpha could love him? As an artist, he felt more than most, and he realized that his apathy was a kind of shield, a way to buffer the advances of someone who wanted to get close to his sensitive heart, but he couldn’t hold onto that apathy, with this alpha who was mature enough to be a mate, a successful businessman and a well-rounded man, but whose soul was still innocent enough to play a game of chase and fool around with him on his back lawn beneath the stars. With Sebastian, his sensitive heart was exposed.

As Sebastian realized he was crying, his slow movements stopped and he gently wiped away Asher’s tears before kissing him lightly on the lips.

“Baby? Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”

“No. I like it.” Asher sniffled.

“Why are you crying?”

“I… I don’t know. It’s just… a lot.”

Though Asher knew that wasn’t really an explanation, Sebastian seemed to understand as he gave him a smile full of affectionate fondness and took his lips in a light kiss.

“You want me to keep going?”

“Yeah.”

He didn’t know how long it lasted after that, but the sex never turned to the rough, harsh clash of bodies that he’d assumed would follow their earlier kinky display of spankings and playful dirty talk. Sebastian truly and properly made love to him, and for the first time, Asher felt truly connected with an alpha. He could imagine a future where he and Sebastian were in love. He could picture the two of them having many days like today, where teasing affection turned into sensual love making and where he would find nothing but acceptance and the happiness of an omega being properly cared for and tended to by an alpha who... maybe didn't love him yet, but who truly cared about his feelings, his experience, and about Asher’s wants and not just his own.