Chapter 16
WAKING UP WITH HADES
Visiting Hades’ home in the daytime was nothing like going home with him at night.
Aaren squirmed as Hades ushered him through the front door, one large hand on the small of his back. Then Hades’ hand dipped lower, cupping Aaren’s ass as he locked the door.
“Your hand feels like it belongs on me,” Aaren blurted. He kicked off his shoes and watched as Hades’ smile grew.
“You belong here,” the alpha purred. “In my home, and in my bed.”
Aaren shivered. His arms were full of his things—not everything, because he still wanted to maintain some kind of cover with Ballus. But he had brought along the belongings that mattered: family photos, his blanket, the credit card Hades had given him.
“Where do I, um, put my things?”
Hades led him to his bedroom, where the open closet revealed some empty space. One of the dresser drawers was open too—also empty.
“I made some space for you,” Hades said, looking shy. “It’s probably not enough. I did this earlier when I got home, but I’ll buy you a dresser the next chance I get.”
Aaren stared. “I don’t even have that many things. Or clothes.”
“Would you like to have more?”
“Maybe. But I can also just... wear yours.”
Hades grinned. “You can’t wear my underwear. They won’t fit. Will you be going without?”
Aaren’s mouth went dry. “I may as well. It’s not like I can wear underwear while I’m stuck on your cock.”
That drew a laugh from the alpha. “On the contrary, there are types of underwear that contain holes for easy access. I’ll look for some in your size.”
At least he wasn’t letting Aaren deal with the headache of trying to find something that fit.
“Wait,” Aaren said. “‘Types of underwear’? There’s more than one kind of holey underwear?”
“Oh yes,” Hades purred. “It’s a whole genre—ouvert panties.
That’s French for ‘open’. Some of them are merely elastic straps held together by bits of fabric.
All you’d be wearing are bands around your hips and thighs, and little else.
Then there are the criss-crossing flaps—strips of cloth that cross over your front, go under your body, and spread out to either side of your ass, leaving your crack on display.
The third style has a hole for your cock and balls to push out of, and another hole at the back for easy access. The fourth—”
“A fourth?!” Aaren cried. “Someone put a lot of thought into this.”
Hades grinned. “Why wouldn’t someone put great effort into dressing up their omega?
The fourth style is my favorite—a slit down the middle of the panties.
Sometimes it’s just a simple snip in the fabric; unnoticeable from afar, but you’ll find that opening if you touch it with your fingers.
Sometimes it’s flaps of lace attached to the thigh bands, to try and cover up your sensitive parts while leaving them completely accessible.
And sometimes there’s a zipper or buttons running down the middle of the panties, from your front to your back, so I can open it up a little, slip my fingers in wherever I want. ”
“Oh,” Aaren squeaked, his face burning. “Maybe I should see one for, um, for science.”
“We will investigate them very thoroughly,” Hades agreed. “For now, let’s get your things put away.”
He watched keenly as Aaren folded his blanket and tucked it into the closet. The photos, clothes, and credit card, Aaren slipped into the empty drawer. When he was out of measly belongings, it was Aaren’s turn to watch as Hades riffled through his own clothes and produced a threadbare T-shirt.
“Do you think you’ll want to wear this after your shower? You like soft things,” Hades said.
Aaren cuddled it to his face. It really was soft. “Mmm! Are you coming in to shower with me?”
Hades licked his lips. “I don’t see why not.”
They stripped and headed into Hades’ shower; Hades adjusted the water temperature and gestured for Aaren to step in first. Then he joined Aaren and pulled the curtain shut, fingertips trailing under the curves of Aaren’s ass.
Unlike the washing last night, Hades took the soap and lathered up his hands, going down on his knees. Aaren stared.
“You’re... kneeling in front of me?” he squeaked.
“Yes?” Hades’ smile was slow and catlike.
Alphas rarely got down on their knees for omegas. Aaren was sure his friends’ alphas did it, though.
And now Hades was doing the same.
His heart stuttered.
Slowly, Hades washed Aaren’s knees and thighs, his shins and feet.
His fingers slid between Aaren’s toes; Aaren moaned and held onto the wall for support.
When it turned out that Aaren had not finished shampooing his hair, even after Hades was done with his legs, Hades stood up and washed Aaren’s ears and neck, his strong fingers following every curve and groove.
He touched Aaren everywhere.
Aaren sighed with pleasure. “I don’t think any alpha has touched me this thoroughly before. It’s like you can pass an exam on me now.”
Hades grinned. “What reward do I get for scoring full marks?”
“You’re that confident?” Aaren blurted.
“Even if I don’t manage it the first time, I’ll try and try again. Is there a penalty for taking your test multiple times?”
“You might even get extra points for taking a test on me multiple times,” Aaren’s mouth said.
“I do very well when there’s an incentive,” Hades murmured, his mouth pulling into another breathtaking smile.
“How are you real?” Aaren blurted.
“I was born 42 years ago,” Hades said. “Then I grew up into an adult and continued to exist.”
Aaren groaned, thumping his forehead against Hades’ shoulder. “That is a terrible answer.”
“You know it’s a sensible answer.” Hades grinned, the years falling away from his face. He waited for Aaren to wash his own face, before closing his fist around Aaren’s cock and soaping it up from base to tip. Aaren shuddered; his cock grew heavy immediately.
But Hades released him and washed his sac, spending some time washing Aaren’s cheeks. He dipped his fingers into Aaren’s crack, clever fingers sliding further down until they found Aaren’s hole. There, he washed Aaren slowly, thoroughly, until Aaren tingled and trembled, his cock throbbing.
“I think I’m very clean there now,” Aaren whimpered, his legs shaky.
“Oh, absolutely.” Hades turned Aaren around and eased his cheeks open with slippery fingers. Then he went back down on his knees, breathing warmly on Aaren’s hole. He rinsed Aaren clean there and dragged his tongue over the bundle of nerves.
Aaren moaned. Hades licked and sucked on his hole until he shook and whimpered. All it took was two fingers pressing into him, grinding against his prostate, and Aaren was coming, his cries echoing off the tiled walls.
“Fucking hot,” Hades murmured.
He rinsed Aaren off and toweled them dry. Before Aaren knew it, he was in Hades’ arms, being carried to bed. Hades set him in the middle of the mattress and covered Aaren with his own body, spread him open, and sank his cock deep inside.
Aaren lost track of everything. All he knew was Hades’ teeth on his shoulder, Hades’ big cock stretching him inside, thrusting against his prostate and making his entire world white out.
By the time Hades came, Aaren was a drooling, twitching mess, half-coherent and floating in bliss. There was come all over his chest.
“You’re spoiling me,” Aaren mumbled when Hades’ knot swelled inside him. Then Hades rolled his hips, and Aaren screamed, coming again.
“You’re such a treat to spoil,” Hades whispered in his ear. “Do you have your alarm set to wake you up tomorrow?”
He had to repeat his question twice before Aaren could answer him. Aaren shook his head. “Day off.”
“Mmm. Good.”
“Will you be here when I wake up?”
“Yes. I’ll stay in bed with you. Stay inside you, if you’d like.”
“Yes!” Aaren couldn’t even feel self-conscious right now.
Hades huffed. “Good. I’ll be here.”
He rolled his hips again, grinding his knot so sweetly against Aaren’s prostate that Aaren screamed and came, and passed out.
Waking up next to Hades was amazing.
Well, it wasn’t amazing at first because Aaren thought he was waking up next to Ballus. Again.
He whined and tried to flop around, except there was something warm and solid plastered along his back, down his legs to his toes. Someone’s warm breath puffed in his hair, and one strong arm was wrapped around his waist.
Ballus never cuddled with him in bed.
Aaren’s eyes snapped open, and he sucked in a sharp breath.
Cherrywood.
“Hades?” he squeaked.
“Mmm. Morning, sweetheart,” came that familiar smooth rumble, followed by a roll of Hades’ hips. His cock moved inside Aaren like it had never left.
Aaren’s face burned. “Oh!”
Sunlight glowed faintly around the blackout curtains; it was daytime. Which meant that Aaren had spent all night in bed with Hades. With Hades buried inside him.
“I’m dreaming,” he said dazedly, snuggling back against Hades’ strong chest. “The pickup lines worked.”
Hades laughed quietly. “Really? That’s what you think caused all this?”
“Well, yeah! The pickup lines bring good luck!”
Aaren flailed his limbs but could not find his pickup lines. Where had he left them? “I need to read you more lines. Then this will last forever.”
Another laugh. Hades rolled them both over so he was on top, bracing his weight against the bed so he wouldn’t squish Aaren. “Sweetheart.” He buried his nose in Aaren’s hair and nuzzled him. “Do pickup lines solve everything?”
“Maybe! I’m gonna say they do.”
Funny enough, there was a twinge in Aaren’s body that wasn’t there yesterday. Am I falling sick?
Hades huffed and kissed his nape. “I’ll take your word for it. So, do you have plans for today?”
“Um... No.” Aaren sagged. “Most of my friends are busy with their families. Sometimes I hang out with Tripp and Maiz, but they’re working today. Tripp has a new job at some fancy place.”
“What if I take you out for some clothes shopping?” Hades rumbled against his skin. “Buy you some pretty underwear?”
“Oh,” Aaren said softly. “The ones with holes in them?”
“Yes.” Hades slid his hand down Aaren’s side in a rush of tingles. He caught Aaren’s thigh and spread him open. “Jag told me where I can find some in your size.”
Aaren’s heart skipped a beat. “Really?”
“Yes.” Hades thrust into him lazily. Then he pulled out with a wet sound and patted Aaren’s ass. “C’mon, up. Time to get out of bed so I can buy you some nice things.”
“Including breakfast?”
“How do you feel about cinnamon rolls for breakfast?”
Aaren moaned. “Please. If you throw in coffee, I’ll forgive you for pulling out too early.”
Hades laughed heartily. “I’m saving some come for later, sweetheart. When you’re all wrapped up in pretty clothes.”
Maybe, by wearing pretty clothes, Aaren would finally get to feel pretty.
Hades climbed off the bed and headed for the bathroom; Aaren hurried after him with hope unfurling in his chest.