Chapter 16 #4
Ren shivered and let out a quiet whimper. His toes curled and his hips bucked into Falk’s hand every once in a while—quick, stuttered movements he couldn’t hold back.
“Stop,” Ren gasped. “I’m going to cum—please stop.”
Falk kissed his neck once, twice, three times and pulled away, sitting back on his knees to gaze down at Ren. He smiled at whatever he saw there. “Are you ready?”
Ren specifically didn’t look at Falk’s naked lower half in fear his nerves would make his mind spiral. His legs tightened around Falk and dragged him even closer. Falk chuckled but used his position and grip on Ren’s thighs to push them open further.
Ren closed his eyes tightly as Falk lined up at his entrance. It felt far bigger than Falk’s hands and Ren was about to yell at Falk to just do it already when Falk’s hips finally pressed forward.
Ren gasped loudly as Falk slid into him—the stretch was a dull ache, and the heavy weight inside of him made Ren’s hips twitch.
Falk leaned down to kiss Ren as his hips rocked forward. Ren sighed happily into it, gripping Falk’s hair to drag him down and deepen the kiss, focusing on licking over his lips rather than the way his legs trembled and toes curled.
“I love you,” Falk murmured, resting his forehead against Ren’s.
Ren moaned as Falk bottomed out. He felt so full—such a strange sensation after being empty for so long. He bucked his hips, making Falk suck in a sharp breath, to test the feeling of Falk’s cock inside of him.
“You can move,” Ren murmured after a few heartbeats.
Falk looked at him for a few moments as though making sure he wouldn’t change his mind before he began to rock his hips.
Ren’s breath hitched as Falk pulled out slightly before pressing back in, their bodies moving together over the sheets.
He wanted to tell Falk to move faster, but he wasn’t sure if he was ready for that—physically or mentally.
Falk sat back on his knees and pushed Ren’s legs up to be able to pull back and roll his hips forward more easily than before. Ren whimpered at the drag against his walls, of how he never seemed to fully get used to being filled over and over again.
Falk’s grip on him was gentle, his fingers stroking over his skin rather than pressing into it to form small circles of bruises.
Tears pricked behind Ren’s eyes at being handled so tenderly, like he was fragile, like he could break so easily.
But he shoved them down and moans caught in his chest rather than sobs.
Ren craned his neck up, begging for Falk’s lips, which Falk kindly provided without a moment’s hesitation. Ren felt Falk’s smile under his lips and tried to smile back, but a gasping groan was knocked out of him as Falk’s hips sped up.
“Oh—” he choked, eyes going wide as he tipped his head back against the mattress. He dug his fingers into the sheets beside his head. “Falk—oh, gods?—”
“Touch yourself.”
Ren startled at the sudden words, staring up at Falk in shock.
“Touch yourself,” Falk repeated, and Ren could see the desperation growing in his eye as his thrusts sped up even more, pace faltering slightly. “I want to see you cum, Ren.”
Ren covered his face with his palms for a second before reaching down to wrap a hand around his own cock.
He kept his face covered with his other forearm thrown over his eyes as he pumped himself in time with Falk’s thrusts.
His whines and moans got louder, higher pitched as his thighs tried to close around the Alpha between them, as his hips bucked up desperately.
Ren flushed darker as Falk grabbed his hand, moving his arm away from his face and holding it beside his head instead.
Ren wanted to glare at him, but was far too focused on how Falk laced their fingers together, on how his thighs shook, on how Falk’s thrusts had built up to ones where their skin was slapping together, echoing around the room.
Ren cried out as he came, the orgasm ripping through him like a tidal wave. His entire body tried to curl in on itself, but Falk held him together. Falk wrapped a hand around Ren’s dick where his own hand had stopped moving and stroked him through his climax.
Ren was shaking, nerves frayed and mind racing, by the time Falk finally groaned, head hanging between his shoulders, and came deep inside of him.
Ren grumbled as Falk laid down on top of him, sweaty, but Ren still wrapped his arms around Falk as he pressed his nose into Ren’s neck. Ren hummed and nuzzled against Falk’s scent gland, head spinning with the overly indulgent scent of spice and sweat and sex.
Ren wasn’t sure how long they laid there, he wrapped around Falk like a koala, but the sun was fully set and the room laid in darkness by the time Falk finally struggled to sit up.
Ren giggled at how rumpled he looked—his hair a mess from Ren tugging on it, and an exhausted yet giddy smile on his face.
Falk leaned down to kiss his cheek, his forehead, his lips, and whispered, “I love you, Ren.”
Ren stared up at him, smiled, and kissed his lips, humming in agreement.