Quincy
What he hadn’t known was how it would affect him in other ways.
If anything, he’d have assumed sex would be the furthest thing from his mind.
Instead, he’d woken up hard every morning for a week and had to put his hand upon himself, as desperate as he’d ever been as a young boy discovering his body.
Not even the knowledge of how his body would need to change so he could give birth was enough to put him off.
So he did; he placed a hand on Valgar’s chest and leaned in and bit at his bottom lip, shivering as his mate shuddered. They were both hard, needy from days of pretending this wasn’t happening.
The words were almost more than he could take, and it was not long before he was giving Valgar what he wanted, spilling against his waiting hand. He was held as he trembled with the aftershocks, with more praise that made him hide his burning face into his alpha’s neck.
Valgar was still aroused, Quincy could sense it clearly, but he was also... happy. Satisfied. Like he’d done a good job and knew it.
He pulled back a little to seek his alpha’s eyes and got a smile. Strangely, he realised there was one upon his own lips, his mate’s joy shared through the bond, or his own, wary still but real as well.
Even so, he had spent in his clothes and it was quickly becoming uncomfortable. Valgar stood, not giving any indication of the time he’d spent on his knees had cost him at all.
There was something to having a younger lover, Quincy supposed, smiling to himself.
“Come, sweetheart,” the alpha told him, the endearment hitting Quincy low and powerful.
It wasn’t ‘beloved’, but it didn’t need to be.
Quincy didn’t want to replace Mar or even to stand on the same level as her in Valgar’s eyes—he couldn’t expect any such thing after knowing each other for little more than two months.
But he did want the affection the word carried, and Valgar’s careful touch guiding him to the sitting area next to the breakfast room.
This room was closer to the chambers Mar and Valgar shared, but it wasn’t part of them, which was just what he needed. He’d allowed them to hold him all throughout that terrible night when he’d thought the world was ending, but he couldn’t imagine intruding upon their private space on a normal day.
Mar’s words kept coming back to him; her promise to stand by him, and her assertion that she had chosen him, that they were family.
Quincy hadn’t had a family in a long time, not since Yara had died. Since his mother had died. His siblings had their own lives, partners and children and professions. Quincy had just been a leftover; someone they visited occasionally and nothing more.
Valgar traced a thumb over his cheekbone. “May I undress you?”
And Quincy was already nodding, lifting his arms for his tunic to be removed and shivering when his alpha threw it aside and dragged his hands down his chest, fingers unerringly finding his nipples, peaked and ready. Quincy jerked a little in place.
His alpha did not comment on how sensitive he was there, and whatever was happening to his body, there was no other sign as of yet. Quincy went for Valgar’s clothes instead of dwelling on it, laughing as the alpha resisted letting go of his face until Quincy pinched his side.
“Ah, I see, now you abuse me,” Valgar accused, smile putting a lie to it, and obligingly let Quincy remove his tunic, staying put when Quincy pushed him back to look at him.
Even that first time, terrified as he’d been, he’d been struck with the beauty of him. His broad shoulders, dark skin gleaming in the sunlight coming through the window to the side, and his hipbones, prominent enough it made Quincy want to bite at them.
He raised his eyes back to his mate’s, catching his throat moving as he swallowed. “You...”
Quincy frowned at him; the emotions he was getting through the bond were not the ones he expected.
“You want me,” Valgar clarified, shrugging.
“Yes,” Quincy said easily. “Of course.”
Valgar nodded, but the relief coursing through him made it clear he hadn’t known.
Quincy gestured. “Take everything off.”
This was apparently an easier order because his alpha smirked and removed his undergarments, even taking a step back to fully expose himself.
Quincy’s eyes dropped to his cock, dark red and hard enough to stand away from his body.
The rest he could have justified as mere aesthetic appreciation, but this.
.. This made him clench, the emptiness inside him calling to. ..
And they could, he realised. There was nothing to lose now. Nothing more, in any case.
He met Valgar’s eyes, catching his self-satisfied expression and laughing a little because... Well, it was well earned, was it not?
And in fact, Quincy had earned it. The price was high, but it was paid, and it meant that Valgar was his.
He couldn’t have guessed it would feel like this, pride and desire intermingling. “Sit.”
It didn’t occur to him it was an order until it was out of his mouth, but his alpha merely inclined his head and did as he was told, depositing himself on the settee, legs slightly spread.
Quincy gulped down hard, then dropped his own underwear, and crossed the space between them, not stopping until he was between Valgar’s powerful thighs, enveloped in his scent, hands buried in his hair as he kissed him hard.
He climbed onto his lap with considerable help from his alpha’s wandering hands and rubbed his arse clumsily against his mate’s hot flesh, making him gasp and clutch at Quincy’s arse.
“Quin...”
Quincy shuddered. “Yeah, yeah. Come on, yes.”
It was nonsensical, except for all the parts that didn’t need saying; their bodies nearly aligned, and the fire burning between them in the bond.
Valgar’s arm tightened around his waist, lifting him as he guided his member to Quincy’s slick hole, and even then, he was careful, pressing it gently to open him up slowly to the ample width of it.
Quincy squeezed his eyes shut, tossing his head like a horse going wild, and then, as soon as he had enough inside, he braced his knees and pushed against it.
His body opened up with joy, the edge of pain nothing he could truly worry about as Valgar’s almost unbearable ecstasy rushed through the bond.
They came together just like that, their bodies speaking fluently what they were still too clumsy to say with words.
Quincy grinding down in perfect timing to his mate’s thrusts filling him up, fuller and fuller until he could well believe it was enough, that he wouldn’t leave, that this could be. ..
He rested his forehead against the side of Valgar’s face, riding him hard and mouthing at anything in reach, wanting his taste in his mouth, his scent up his nose, his closeness and his desire, this promise of protection and care he had never expected to find and couldn’t quite believe was real.
“Oh, sweetheart,” his alpha murmured, slowing them down to hold Quincy close, still fully buried inside Quincy’s body. “Of course, you don’t... You are mine, and I’m yours. Don’t doubt it.”
Quincy trembled, almost overcome, and then, lifted up and pushed down again, fucking himself on his alpha’s cock. “Show me.”
His voice was thin, but his alpha complied at once, helping him lift for the next thrust and then rolling them over until Quincy was laid back on the settee, Valgar over him, only a sliver of violet left in his eyes as he bent Quincy’s legs over his shoulders and put his considerable strength to his service, shoving hard and deep and right.
The scream felt like it was torn from his throat, followed by hitching breaths, high and desperate, as his mate gave him everything, even what he had not known he needed.
All Quincy could do was feel, and that he could not help, shuddering hard as the internal stimulation made him tighten around Valgar’s cock, his own still hard and weeping against his belly, nails digging into his mate’s powerful forearms as if riding a wild horse prone to throwing its riders.
Except that underneath it all there was the absolute certainty; he was safe here.
And so, he could let go, erupting untouched as his mate pushed his body past its limits, kissing his throat with praise and desire both.
He felt Valgar’s own release, the heat of it inside, and the sobbing relief rushing through them both in a loop, making them cling tighter not to drown in it. Except of course they did drown and emerged renewed.
Panting and covered in seed, damp spots all over the settee the servants would surely murmur over. But whole and together and connected.
This time, Quincy needn’t ask, Valgar brought him closer and held him against his chest, letting their bodies lead each other to the quietude after the storm.