Chapter GABRIEL #12
At one point, Blue lets out a quiet gasp, and I know I’ve found it.
I repeat the motion, gentle at first, with rhythmic pressure, and he responds immediately, breathing unevenly, his hips making small movements, his thighs spreading instinctively.
"Have you ever…?" I murmur, curiosity winning over tact. "Inserted anything there yourself?"
Blue makes a muffled sound into the pillow that almost comes out funny.
"That kind of experiment is not unfamiliar to me," he murmurs vaguely.
That actually reassures me, it means he knows the feeling of having something inside, so maybe it will be easier.
I keep massaging his prostate, pressing gently, and his body reacts even more, his skin flushing slightly, his hips lifting higher and higher until he draws his knees under himself and settles into position…
Omega presenting!
Wow, what a surprise. The position is instinctual for highly aroused omegas, often during heat.
So even without glands, Blue’s omega nature hasn’t disappeared completely.
His ass is raised high now, his front supported on bent forearms, his face still pressed into the pillow, but his hips move pretty boldly, small forward and back motions, almost urging me to keep going.
So I do, picking up the pace, adding a bit more pressure. His sounds get louder, deeper. Wow, looks like purple alpha or not, I still have a strong effect on his arousal… Within just a couple of minutes it happens again.
Blue’s body tenses, his entrance clenches, his channel tightens around my fingers, pulsing, and it’s so electrifying I almost come myself.
My own cock throbs impatiently between my thighs, demanding some mercy, but for now I just let Blue ride out the waves of his orgasm. He gasps, moans, his body shaking before slowly relaxing, leaving a damp, wet patch on the sheets.
I slowly withdraw my fingers.
He’s hot inside, so wet that slick runs down both of his thighs…
The petals are very swollen, rosy pink, and fully open now, looking even more like those of a rose omega, which still somehow makes me a little overwhelmed.
"Well, kinda random, but it looks like you have a rose omega’s entrance and I have a purple alpha’s dick. Interesting."
He mutters something barely intelligible in response, which sounds a bit like "May not be random at all," but it’s no time for a chat.
Blue slowly turns his head, glancing back at me.
His face is flushed, slightly damp, his lips parted.
I give him a silly grin.
I’m sitting back on my heels, one hand wrapped around my own stiff cock, and once again I have no idea what to do next, but to my surprise, Blue solves that for me.
"Will you lie down next to me?"
Slowly, a bit unsure, I lie down on my side.
Then Blue turns toward me and lies along my body, his hand moving shyly over my ribs, down to my hip, and finally to my crotch. The sensation is, again, thrilling. His touch makes me almost feel drunk.
And it nearly knocks the breath out of me when his small hand wraps around my shaft.
"It’s so thick and hot," Blue murmurs.
"Yeah, it’s full of blood."
Blue rolls his eyes. "Really? I had no idea."
"It’s because of you. That’s what you do to me."
His eyes move over my face.
"I could also help relieve its tension," he murmurs suggestively.
We’re still lying on our sides, pressed close together, his hand moving slowly up and down my cock.
"Yeah… that would be very much appreciated," I whisper dreamily.
At the same time, I lean down to kiss him. His lips are so red, wet, slightly swollen, like they’re begging for it.
"Blue… I want to know," I murmur into his mouth. "The balcony, on the gala night… if I tried to kiss you, would you have allowed it?"
He also whispers into my mouth, "Yeah, I was… in the right mood."
And now we kiss deeply, tongues sliding, pressing, sucking on each other’s lower lips, and at the same time he keeps touching me, and it feels incredible.
His touch is simply better than anything I’ve done to myself in years, the softness, the teasing lightness of it sending electric shivers through my body, everything gathering at the tip of my penis, building like a tight knot of pleasure ready to burst.
Finally, I exhale and pull back, breaking the kiss, and at the same moment Blue speeds up his hand for a few seconds, and I feel the release coming, relief and pleasure crashing through me as my cum spills out, splattering across his stomach.
"Fuck…" I murmur, because it feels unreal, like something inside me just unraveled, loosened, opened.
Blue’s eyes, bright like sapphires, watch me as I tremble through it.
After a moment, I close my eyes briefly, letting my pulse settle, and when I open them again, I’m in that warm, pleasant afterglow.
We look at each other for a while.
"That was fucking amazing," I say.
"What you did was fucking amazing too," Blue replies, a seriousness appearing on his face.
"So are we… the trial boyfriends for real?" The question slips out, maybe a bit inappropriate for the moment. "Because I want you to be… exclusively mine."
Blue doesn’t hesitate. "Looks like it, even if not openly."
I narrow my eyes with a smirk. "But I thought you were my husband."
Blue blinks, then unexpectedly chuckles.
"Well… that’s true. We do technically have a marriage contract."
"There’s nothing stopping us from treating it as real."
There’s a moment of silence, then I add more seriously.
"I know you have doubts. I know it’s a test for you. But I want you to know that it’s much more than that for me. I like you so much, Blue… and I want… everything with you."
Blue’s eyes are wide, searching my face like he’s looking deep into me, checking if I really mean it, and then he says quietly,
"We’ll see how all of this unfolds, Gabriel." He rests his forehead against my chest, and we lie there like that while the ocean rocks the yacht gently.
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I open my eyes. It’s morning. For a moment, I lie there, still foggy with sleep, not fully awake yet. It seems that while I was holding him, I dozed off.
Blue isn’t beside me, but I know he’s on deck. I can sense him, like I have him on some kind of radar.
Still, I stay there for a while, staring at the ceiling lined with soft LED strips, thinking about what happened yesterday. It was amazing, almost miraculous.
If he’d really never had an orgasm before and suddenly could do it, as if by magic, then it feels a little too arrogant to assume it was my exquisite lovemaking that caused it, right? I was probably enthusiastic, but not exactly refined, so then what happened?
Is this it? The fated mates thing? It would explain everything so easily.
To be fair, somewhere at the edge of my subconscious, there has always been this nagging thought that Blue might be my True Mate.
I’ve had flashes of it for a while now, though the doubts always crept in.
I remember that short sentence Storm said, vague on the surface, yet still hinting that there was something unusual about my match with Blue.
"I think someone might show up that you should seriously consider as a husband. I have a good eye for matches. But this one is… very controversial."
Why would he want our match to happen?
He wouldn’t bring it up if our compatibility was low. And all his other recent matches turned out to be… True Mates.
But how does that fit with the fact that Blue has strong traits of a rose omega? Does that rule me out as a highly compatible partner? Or am I a somewhat similar case, but on the opposite spectrum?
My sexual organs match those of a purple alpha, and they supposedly are only compatible with rose omegas…
What a weird mix. How am I supposed to make sense of this?
But in the meantime the impatience to see Blue rises in me, so I jump off the bed and head for the shower, which turns out to be surprisingly spacious for a room on a yacht.
I wash up and head outside, because I simply need to see him.
Blue is sitting on deck, stretched out on a lounge chair.
He wears a silky, thin tank top, almost see-through, and yes, I can literally see his nipples peeking through it.
Is this on purpose? As I raise my eyes, I find his gaze fixed on me.
He obviously caught my intense stare at his chest, and there’s a subtle smirk at the corner of his mouth.
He has on thin, sapphire blue capri pants and bare feet, which are very small and slender.
With some amazement, I notice his toenails are painted sapphire blue.
I stop and just take him all in.
He’s sipping tea and nibbling on some corn crispbread. That needs to be addressed.
"Wow, a true champion’s breakfast, as I like to call it."
Our eyes meet, and there’s something there, a flicker of energy passing between us. I just know he’s happy to see me, as I’m happy to see him.
"I’ll make us a proper breakfast," I say with a smile, realizing Blue might never have had to prepare his own food in his life.
"Can you cook?" he asks, cocking his head slightly. His hair is loose, the wind moving through the dark blue strands, brushing against the smooth skin of his shoulders and neck. The sweet scent reaches me. Dear Fate, I want him…
"I thought we would be surviving here on snacks."
I don’t answer, just give him a crooked smile.
I head back to the kitchen. From my previous stays on Veyron’s yacht, I already know the small kitchen built into the side of the living area pretty well.
I quickly make scrambled eggs with green onions and tomatoes, simple student food I used whip up with my brother every morning.
I add cheese toast and a slice of dark bread with a bit of wild strawberry jam, then grab tea.
I arrange everything on a tray and carry it out.
"My prince, breakfast is served," I say with a grin.
Blue looks at the tray, raising his eyebrows slightly. "It looks interesting. I haven’t eaten anything like this in a while."
"Dig in."