Chapter 16 #3
It took Falk many heartbeats to finally figure out what Ren meant, his face blank. He lit up once he processed it and then his face immediately rose into shock and confusion. “What?” he said. “Right now? Don’t you want to… wait? Until our?—”
“No,” Ren shook his head. “I don’t want to wait till our cycles.”
Falk’s eyes got so round, he looked like an owl, blinking at him in the darkening room. “Oh,” he breathed. “Are you… are you sure? Ren, you don’t have to?—”
Ren put his hand over Falk’s mouth, silencing him. “I want to,” he said sternly.
“We don’t have to go all the way, we could?—”
“Falk,” Ren said, leaning in close enough that he could feel Falk’s breaths. “I want to feel you inside of me.”
“Good gods,” Falk groaned, shaking his head. “I never thought I’d hear something like that come out of your mouth.”
Before Falk could question him anymore, Ren stood up from the bed. He took a deep breath, the air not fully filling his lungs. His hands shook, and he let the towel drop from around him.
Falk pointedly didn’t look at his body, gaze locked on Ren’s face. Ren fidgeted in place, shivering at the chill of being completely bare. Ren whispered, “You can look.”
“Are you sure?” Falk asked.
“Yes.”
Falk smiled before letting his gaze drop to take Ren in. Ren blushed harder as Falk’s grin widened and he reached out a hand to take Ren’s. He tugged him over, wrapping his hands around his waist and smiling up at him. “You’re beautiful. I always told you you were,” he said.
Ren said nothing, didn’t know if he could get his voice to actually work, and took a seat on Falk’s lap, straddling him as Falk sat on the edge of the bed. Falk’s hands settled on his backside, making Ren wriggle slightly which Falk laughed at.
“You want to have sex but you’re still so nervous about me touching you here?” Falk teased, squeezing the flesh on Ren’s hips.
“I’m still not used to it,” Ren snapped.
“I touch your butt a lot when we kiss,” Falk hummed. “I feel like you should be used to this by now.”
“Yeah, but in this context it's different,” Ren insisted.
Rather than responding, Falk surged up and pressed his lips to Ren’s. Ren melted into the kiss, relaxing in Falk’s hold until he was soft and pliant against his chest. He circled his arms around the Alpha’s neck, fisting the hair on the back of his head gently, needing something to hold onto.
They kissed, lips lazy and familiar as they moved against each other.
Ren was lulled by the ease of kissing Falk, just like he always was.
He stiffened when Falk’s hands began to wander, skimming up to trace over his stomach and the sides of his rib cage.
His fingers moved against the skin numbed from being cut open, his scar spread over the majority of his lower stomach.
It made Ren suck in a sharp breath, pulling back from the soft touch tickling his skin.
Falk’s hands paused, and he smiled. “We match,” he hummed.
“Match?” Ren echoed, eyebrows furrowing.
Falk took Ren’s hand from where it was placed on his shoulder. He dragged it down until it rested on his own scar, reaching from rib cage to hip. “We match,” he repeated, grin widening.
“We do not,” Ren scoffed. “You got your scar from a battle.”
“So did you,” Falk said, voice quiet as he pressed his fingertips into Ren’s stomach.
His other hand came up to find Ren’s jaw, using the grip to tip Ren’s head to one side so Falk could deepen their kiss. The other hand cupped his backside again, making Ren squirm in his hold.
Ren gasped, pulling away slightly from Falk, when he felt a single finger slide over his entrance. Falk watched him carefully, entire body freezing. When Ren didn’t react, Falk’s hand slowly retracted and he asked, “Not okay?”
The words snapped Ren out of his stupor and he quickly grabbed Falk’s hand from where it was retreating and shook his head. “No, sorry,” Ren breathed. “Keep going. It’s okay.”
Falk watched him carefully as he slid his finger back to rub against his rim.
It made something tighten painfully in Ren’s stomach, but he didn’t flinch away this time.
He was already wet and blushed furiously when Falk pulled his hand away to see the slick gathering on his fingers, staring at it as though he had never seen something like it before.
Ren whined at him to stop procrastinating, and Falk smiled at him.
“Can I put one in?” Falk asked him when his hand found its place again.
Ren nodded once, “yeah.”
He stiffened up entirely when the first digit breached him. Falk let out a long, placating ‘sh’ and stroked over his hip with his free hand. “You’re okay,” Falk assured him. “Just relax, you’re okay.”
It took a while for Ren’s body to obey, to let Falk move further into his body.
It didn’t feel completely foreign; Ren had done this to himself plenty of times during his heats while in the throes of it.
He had even done it a few times outside of his heats, locked in the bathroom and trying to stay silent as he got himself off—still too shy to ask Falk to pleasure him.
It felt different though, with someone else's fingers.
Ren squirmed, fingers tightening where they were gripping his shoulders, as Falk pumped the single digit in and out of him until he could add a second.
The stretch was more noticeable then, the pleasure sparking more in his veins, but he only started moaning once a third was added.
Falk’s fingers moved easily inside of him, crooking against his walls and stretching his rim.
Ren tried not to wonder how many other Omegas Falk had done this with to get so good at it.
Ren only realized he was moving, gripping Falk’s neck like a lifeline, and pressing back against his hand when he felt Falk’s grip on his hip trying to guide him, helping him find a rhythm.
Ren gasped as a sudden burst of pleasure sparked through his spine, making him tremble all the way down to his toes.
Just when he was thinking he wanted to do that again, Falk pulled his fingers entirely out of him. Ren frowned at the emptiness that followed. He wasn’t concerned for long Falk placed him on his back.
Ren was already breathing heavily. His chest rising and falling too fast as he pulled Falk close the moment he could get his hands on him.
He tucked Falk against his neck, sliding his fingers into his hair and gripping the strands harder than he had before.
He wrapped his legs around Falk’s waist, trapping Falk against him.
Falk huffed out a chuckle and a murmured, “You’re strangling me.” But Ren didn’t let go, only tightened his grip.
Ren let out a long, broken moan when he felt Falk’s hand snake between them to stroke over his cock a few times.
Ren’s hips twitched at the feeling of Falk’s fingers around him, pumping him slowly and smiling against his neck.
“You’re wet here too,” Falk hummed, as his fingers skimmed over the head of Ren’s dick to gather the precum.