Chapter 44
T hey’d told the realtor they wanted the place right then and there, but even so, there was paperwork to be done and they might have to wait until Levy had a contract if the owners weren’t satisfied with their savings as guarantee that they could afford the place.
So Levy had found a holiday rental flat not too far away where he could crash in the meantime. And that’s where Kallen had driven as soon as he’d felt the first hints of heat stirring.
He’d made plans with Analisa weeks earlier, but instead he was at Levy’s door five hours early, dressed in only a hoodie because he was already running too hot and failing at entering the door code for the second time in a row.
The door opened before he could try again, and Kallen looked up in time to see Levy’s surprise turn into determination. “Come on in,” he said, stepping aside and signalling with his head.
Kallen stumbled inside, and his boyfriend had to catch him by the elbow. “Careful there, darling.” He was led to the sofa and made to sit down, then drink a glass of chilled water. “Do I have time to feed you something?” Levy asked gently.
He pressed the glass to his cheek, sighing at the freshness of it against his burning skin. “I... Maybe?” He reached out with his free hand and Levy took it in his at once. “Oh, that’s... that helps.”
“Okay, good,” Levy decided. “You think you can come with me to the kitchen to heat up the lasagna. Then we’ll take off our shirts and eat it here.”
Food wasn’t a priority for him at the moment, but the idea of skin on skin contact had him shivering with want, so he pulled at Levy’s hand and did his best to follow. Mostly, he felt a little tired, like he had the flu. There was nothing sexual about it yet, so he thought they did have time for food.
SETTLING INTO THE CIRCLE of Levy’s arms was like sinking into a hot bath after a hard workout and he groaned, arching a little. His boyfriend chuckled in his ear. “I’ll take it as a compliment,” he joked. “You want me to feed you?”
Kallen nodded, easy and unselfconscious. It was a very old custom for alphas to feed their omegas and it’d always sounded silly and awkward to him, but parting his lips and chewing at the good food his alpha had gone to the trouble of preparing for him just felt good. Right. Of course Levy would provide for him when he needed it.
Just like Kallen had done it for him when he’d been injured.
There was no weakness in needing or receiving.
He’d got lost in the mechanics of it, growing fuller and more content, rubbing his cheek against Levy’s throat and collarbones when he could manage the coordination to turn his face that far, but mostly just laying in his arms and letting his boyfriend take care of him.
It was shockingly easy after so long being the only one looking after himself. Or thinking so anyway, because Levy had been looking out for him from practically the moment they’d become friendly.
He drank a little water when he was urged to do so, and then Levy got them both to their feet and led Kallen to the bed across the loft space with an arm around his waist, giggling when Kallen’s hair tickled him as he rubbed against his side.
The contact was beyond pleasurable, satisfying something deeper than desire. But even so, it wasn’t a problem when Levy made him lie back on the bed to remove the rest of his clothes. The bedcovers were cool below him and he squirmed, wanting more of it.
“Shhh... I’m coming,” Levy promised.
His socks went first, then his zipper came down and a soft kiss landed on his left hipbone, a flare of heat that made Kallen arch for more.
“You are being so good,” Levy praised.
He lifted his hips as directed and Levy pulled off his boxers too, leaving him completely bare at last.
Kallen groaned in relief.
Levy cursed under his breath, then leaned closer and buried his nose in the crease between Kallen’s thigh and groin. “God, you smell so good.” He wasn’t hard quite yet, but when he clenched at the sensation he realised he was wet. He did it again, whimpering, and Levy’s hands tightened on his hips, his throat clicking audibly.
“Levy...” He wasn’t begging, exactly. He needed something, but he didn’t know what.
“I got you,” his boyfriend said at once, pulling back.
Kallen opened his eyes to track his movements and couldn’t say a word when he saw him drop his own trousers and underwear.
Levy was definitely hard. His cock dark and engorged, standing in stark contrast to the pale untanned skin of his belly. Kallen was leaking all over the bedding already and Levy could probably smell him .
“Yeah?” Levy’s smile was smug, eyes bright and pleased. Like somehow it was still a surprise that Kallen wanted him.
Kallen nodded anyway, way past pride. Of course he wanted him. Preferably inside his arse in the next thirty seconds.
“You need me to touch you?”
Another nod, and fuck, he could hardly breathe he wanted it so badly.
“Make me.”
Kallen blinked at him, not quite following.
Levy’s expression shifted minutely, but he didn’t touch Kallen. “Can you find the oasis, darling?”
Oh. Lure. Kallen had said he would, hadn’t he? He let his eyes fall shut and exhaled slowly, his body sending what felt like thousands of tiny signals of dissatisfaction to get his attention. Too hot in the room, his skin sandpapery, his mouth dry and very importantly, his arse clenching in need of filling. But after months of practice, in a few breaths he had it. His body could no more resist the swept of peaceful quietude than anyone else.
“Good,” Levy said. He was resisting, fists clenched and face flushed but not moving. “What do you want, Kallen?”
And all it would have taken would have been a good pull. It was obvious, like fault lines he could have pressed to break Levy’s will. It wouldn’t even have been bad; Levy clearly wanted him to do it. But now that he had a little more clarity, he could see through all that. He knew what he wanted, and even could guess at what Levy did. But he didn’t get to make that choice for anyone but himself.
So he let the peace stay right where it belong inside himself and instead lifted his knees, spreading them apart to expose his hole.
“ Fuck ,” Levy sounded like he was about to cry. “You... okay.”
“I want it,” Kallen rasped out. “I want you, Levy.”
It was enough, Levy nodded and took an uncertain step forward, then another until his right knee landed between Kallen’s on the bed. His hands were everywhere, on the muscles of Kallen’s shoulders and his throat, tilting his face up for a kiss that felt like being consumed alive. Levy’s tongue going deep into him as he sucked desperately, his own hands scrambling for purchase on the alpha’s sweaty back, dragging him closer. The weight of him was blanketing Kallen’s burning body like a breeze of fresh air.
He might have stayed there forever, but Levy broke their kiss with a gasp and pushed his knees back, trying to get his erection between Kallen’s buttocks. Even that clumsy attempt sent a spike of heat up his spine, making his own cock twitch and weep a little.
“Kallen,” Levy said and he sounded like he was begging.
Kallen dug his nails into his arms, throwing his head back as he thrust his hips into the contact. “ Yes, yes, yes .”
He was more than ready now, so when Levy breached him with two fingers, Kallen’s body sucked him right in, as he shuddered and moaned at finally having something inside. Not even close to enough, but so good nonetheless.
“You are leaking ,” Levy breathed out, voice breaking.
“R—Ready,” Kallen managed to get out.
Having the fingers withdraw nearly hurt, but it was well worth it when he felt the thick head of Levy’s dick at his entrance instead. “Oh,” he breathed out as it went past the first ring of muscle, clenching frantically around it. It was big and he hadn’t stretched himself so he could really feel it.
It took him a moment to realise that Levy had actually stopped halfway in. Kallen lost his cool fast, tossing his head, whining in desperation. His alpha gave him another inch, knocking the breath out of him before he could beg, and then another, just leaning into Kallen’s arse and letting it suck him in, deeper and deeper, until he was all the way buried inside. The stretch stung a little even with all the slick, but it felt good too.
No, not just good, but right .
Something he’d needed.
Normally, once he had an alpha’s cock inside during heat, he’d lose his mind and just start rutting onto it. This time was different, he blinked his eyes open and met his boyfriend’s wide eyes. Shocked, and maybe a little scared.
“Shhhh,” Kallen told him, struggling to find the clarity to move voluntarily, and lifted a hand to tug on his curls and bring him down until their lips met.
It wasn’t much of a kiss, not when it shifted Levy’s cock inside and he couldn’t stop himself from clenching at the shiver of sensation, an edge of pain but mostly deep rising pleasure. But they stayed close anyway, mouths brushing, nuzzling at each others’ faces as Levy pulled out a little and thrust back in, lighting Kallen up and making him gasp.
He pulled and Levy pushed and they were off, a rhythm that needed no explanation or clarification, slow and languorous until it wasn’t enough and Kallen was digging his heels into Levy’s lower back to demand more.
Levy gave him everything, sharp short thrusts alternating with deeper shoves that rubbed right into Kallen’s prostate, making the world wobble on its axis.
And then, when he thought there was nothing more to it but to fall over the edge... Levy gave him a sharp thrust and still buried to the hilt, gasped, “I love you.”
The whisper could have got lost between their panted breaths, except for how the words were simply a translation of every touch that had come before it, every meal and every effort to make him happy.
And yet, hearing them made Kallen’s eyes fill with tears and his body released like all his strings had been cut, orgasming around Levy’s throbbing length inside him, each pulse somehow more powerful than the last as the alpha hunkered down over him, a protective shell in this moment of nearly unbearable vulnerability.
He stayed right there where Kallen needed him, frozen inside even when his own cock started discharging, the copious alpha seed flooding Kallen’s insides, choking little whimpers out of his throat. It was too much, except for how it was also not enough and his legs were still keeping Levy exactly where he wanted him, ignoring the semen overflowing out of him to keep the alpha close one instant longer.
Even with the rush of endorphins, letting his legs fall back to the bed was a challenge. Thankfully, Levy collapsed right on top of him with only a little tug on Kallen’s part. He was way too hot, but he couldn’t imagine even an inch of space between them right then and there.
Levy was still inside him, still hard, and that couldn’t last. Not without a knot.
But he could have it for a minute longer and he would. “Thank you,” he mumbled, and Levy started laughing a little maniacally against his chest, so in the end he did slip out sooner than Kallen would have liked.
But Kallen was laughing too, sated and sweaty and a little sore, and so fucking happy he could hardly breathe.
HE’D MANAGED TO STOP clinging and Levy had groggily lifted his head, seeking his eyes. “You good?”
“Excellent,” Kallen promised and twisted them onto their sides so he could snuggle closer.
They’d dozed off for a while and Levy had done his alpha duties and made him drink some water, which had turned into him licking it off Kallen’s chest when he’d made him laugh and spill it all over himself.
He had no complaints about ending up with four fingers inside his arse and Levy sucking him like he was a lolly, humming a little in satisfaction each time Kallen keened at a particularly good thrust.
But as good as it was, he was getting hotter and hotter, and his body didn’t want a blowjob. It wasn’t a conscious decision to roll away the next time Levy pulled out of him, frustration fizzling up his spine just a little stronger than his need to shove himself back onto them. It did surprise Levy enough that Kallen managed to shove him down onto his back and climb on top of him, rubbing his hole against his boyfriend’s erection and making it twitch enticingly.
Levy cried out, hips jerking up.
Kallen forced himself to stay still, gripping his own thighs. “Please?”
The alpha’s eyes were all pupil, and he nodded at once, grabbing hold of his own cock while Kallen raised himself up until it was right where it belonged between his arse cheeks, going in slow but steady, breaching into Kallen’s body like a key finding its lock until he was fully lodged inside, their connection complete. He tossed his head back, panting for air, Levy’s hands on his hips doing most of the work of keeping him upright.
The hold softened. “Come on, baby, find that oasis for us.”
Part of him didn’t want to, it was too familiar to lose himself into heat like this, raw and desperate and out of control. And Levy wouldn’t take advantage of any of it. But it was an alpha asking. No, not just that. His alpha.
He sealed his lips and nose to hold his breathe for two beats, then exhaled as slowly as he could manage with the beautiful burning cock inside his arse shoved right against his prostate.
Under him, his alpha stayed absolutely still. And if he could do that, when so many men had proved they couldn’t or wouldn’t, Kallen could breathe, he could find the oasis.
When he opened his eyes again, Levy’s were already on him, dark with lust but absolutely focused. He smiled up at Kallen, the same easy joy he’d shown each time he’d walked into a room. “There we go,” he said. “You are back with me.”
And he was. That’s why Levy had asked, he understood at once. Not because he was afraid of doing something Kallen didn’t want if he wasn’t in his right mind. He just wanted Kallen with him when they were together.
His nodded, feeling his throat tighten up a little despite the peace of the oasis. Levy had him in every way imaginable right then, buried as he was inside Kallen’s body, but he’d wanted more. He’d wanted Kallen there more than he wanted to fuck him.
Suddenly all those months he’d spent worrying about Levy not fucking him felt utterly absurd.
“Hey,” Levy said, frowning a little. “What’s—”
But Kallen leaned over and covered his mouth with his own, kissing him because he couldn’t speak, because there were no words for what was blooming inside him. And then Levy was moaning into his mouth and their hips were moving together.
They didn’t need words, not when he could feel each and every shiver going through his lover’s body, when every gasp echoed inside his own head and the pleasure he was giving was as electrifying as the one he was getting. His skin was on fire, but it didn’t burn, because they were the fire and nothing that mattered could burn anyway.
Levy twisted them around, getting on top to thrust harder just like Kallen needed and he threw his head back and begged, wordless keening that Levy tried to drink from his lips but was too clumsy to catch, panting against his throat instead, half his name and half just sounds that broke before they became syllables, as beyond language as Kallen was himself, heels digging into Levy’s lower back, body opening up to take all of him and demand even more. Everything . Given and taken, a circle of joy and pleasure and love that could only raise them higher and higher, and when they crossed the boundary where their nerves couldn’t possibly hold back anymore, it hardly mattered because it all kept going, an ecstasy that blinded and deafened, leaving only them, together and entangled and brimming with love.
Levy collapsed into his arms, trembling and curling close. Kallen’s fingers could barely hold onto his neck as they slowly returned to their bodies. His eyes were closed, his heart still pounding and it wasn’t until Levy shifted slightly to the side, soft cock leaving his oversensitive hole that he even noticed it wasn’t just his own pulse he felt but his boyfriend’s—an echo like an answer across a distance.
He turned his head slightly to follow the movement, disconcerted enough to squint his eyes open.
Levy grunted something like a protest, trying to snuggle closer. But now that he’d noticed, Kallen couldn’t stop. He brought a hand to the back of Levy’s neck in silent promise and closed his eyes, focusing on his own heart, still pumping hard to make up for its mad rush to orgasm. And then he found the second beat, markedly slower but also clear despite the fact that Levy was the one with his face resting against Kallen’s collarbone.
It should have freaked him out, but just reaching for it filled him with warmth, leaving him floaty. Confused, but not alarmed. “Hey.” His fingers tightened on Levy’s nape.
“Mmmm...” His boyfriend turned his head just enough to squint at him one-eyed. He looked like he could barely keep it open and his curls were a disaster, one of them squashed against his brow with sweat.
He was stunning.
“Do you...” Kallen licked his lips, but kept his gaze on him. “This is crazy, but I can hear your heart.”
As if to confirm it, right then the calm rhythm stuttered before starting to speed up. Kallen instinctively dragged Levy closer. “It’s okay,” he promised.
Impossibly, that was all it took for Levy to relax again. “Let me sit up.”
Kallen did, regretfully, but in a way it was good because even though they weren’t touching, he could still feel him . And it wasn’t just that he could have tapped out to his heartbeat, because he could also tell Levy was waking up.
His eyes fell to the marks of teeth on Levy’s chest he didn’t remember leaving, but came back up as a glass of water was thrust into his field of vision.
“It is a little crazy,” Levy admitted thoughtfully, but he was smiling softly too. Nervous, but happy.
Kallen didn’t understand, but he sipped at his water anyway. He was curious, but he wasn’t worried.
“You feel it?”
Levy nodded. “Of course, it goes both ways.”
“ What goes both ways?” Kallen asked, dragging the sheets up over himself. Now that they weren’t touching it was starting to feel a little chilly.
For the first time, Levy hesitated. “Well, the bond?”
The word was enough to shake Kallen out of his contemplative haze, making him straighten in alarm, but Levy was already reaching out to take his hand. “It’s okay! It fades. It’s not...” He gestured at Kallen’s neck. “I didn’t bite you, it’s not like that.”
Kallen gave him a little nod and squeezed his hand, but he had to look away for a moment. He’d spent his life terrified of being bound by an alpha, trapped into submission he couldn’t shake. But this wasn’t what he’d feared. In fact, he realised, he felt a little sad at the idea of losing it. And he was losing it, like he’d stepped too far away when he’d panicked. He met Levy’s eyes, soft and attentive and a little sad too. “Does it have to?”
“What?”
Kallen swallowed. “Does it have to fade?”
Levy’s face brightened even as he shook his head and took Kallen’s glass from his hand to put it down on the bedside table. “No,” he said, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth, just a peck like he couldn’t quite resist. His heart was still going a little fast, Kallen noticed, and he could notice because somehow they’d got synchronised again. This time, it wasn’t nerves, or at least not just nerves. Anticipation. “I mean, you gotta work at it if you want to hold onto it. Do things together. Sex is the obvious one, but it could be anything where you are both feeling the same thing.”
“So this is the stuff from fairy tales? Looking into your true love’s eyes and knowing how they feel?”
He’d never got around to believing in all the romantic bullshit before he’d got slapped silly by reality, but now it somehow seemed feasible. If Levy was real, and lure, then why not the kind of bonds that weren’t made by an alpha inserting his saliva into an omega’s adrenal glands so the omega’s body would imprint on that particular alpha and no other could touch him?
“I never thought of it like that,” Levy admitted. “Don’t go biting any poisoned apples trusting I can kiss you better, please,” he added, a joke that didn’t quite land. “Sorry. I guess... It’s normal for me.”
His stomach plummeted and his eyes fell to where Levy still held onto him. “Oh. So you have done it before...?”
“What? No!” Levy touched his chin with his free hand, but Kallen resisted and he let it go, resting it against Kallen’s collarbone instead. “That’s not what I meant. My granny was from Peliar, they don’t do biting over there. She wouldn’t do it no matter how much my grandpa’s family pushed for it. They all thought it made couples live longer, and maybe they were right, I mean, she’s gone, but...”
Kallen put his free hand on top of Levy’s on his own chest. He’d lost track of his boyfriend’s heartbeat again, but he didn’t want him to think he was alone with this. “Lots of reasons for that.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
It wasn’t easy to look up, feeling as wide open as he did, but he trusted Levy. “It felt nice. Close.”
“Yeah?”
He nodded.
“Okay, that’s... so we could—” Levy cut himself off.
“We could,” Kallen confirmed. “Like, I don’t know how, but we can try.”