Chapter Twenty #2
“Yeah.” The word came out on the edge of a moan.
A second finger made its way inside him.
Colin’s hand left the duvet and gripped hard enough onto Diwa’s forearm to feel the tendons shift under his skin.
Diwa didn’t speed up. He worked Colin open slowly, his fingers curling and pressing, reading the catch of Colin’s breathing and the tension in his thighs.
When his fingers brushed against his prostate and made Colin’s whole body clench, Diwa’s hand tightened on his hip and he came back to it, pressing there again.
“Fuck.” The word punched out of Colin before he could swallow it.
Diwa’s dimple arrived. Just the one, on the left side. He didn’t say anything, which was a first, and came back to the same spot with his fingers until Colin’s thighs were shaking and his cock was leaking.
Colin let go of his forearm. “Diwa, please. I want you.”
Diwa withdrew his fingers and stepped closer between Colin’s legs, one hand gripping himself at the base.
His other hand stayed where it was, his thumb tracing a slow circle against the muscle his fingers had just left, keeping Colin open, keeping him warm.
Then he guided himself forward until the blunt head of his cock pressed where his touch had just been.
He didn’t push in. He held there, the thick head of him resting against Colin’s body, and dragged himself slowly through the slick, pressing and retreating, letting Colin feel the weight and heat of him without breaching.
He went on stroking the skin beside his arsehole, getting him used to the feel of his touch.
Colin’s thighs were shaking. His body was trying to pull Diwa in, the muscle softening and clenching in turns, and he could feel how wet he was, slick and lube mixing under the slow drag of Diwa’s cock until the sounds of wet skin against skin drove all thought from his head.
He nodded, and Diwa pressed forward in a slow, unbroken slide until his hips met Colin’s arse and there was nowhere further for him to go.
Colin felt the full length of him inside him, thick and hot, and his cock pulsed hard against his stomach.
His own slick had made the entry easier than it should have been, his body opening readily for an alpha that it had chosen.
Colin’s mouth curved into a smile, of all things, with an alpha buried inside him to the hilt. Diwa caught it and responded with one of his own, even as his hips rolled forward into the next slow stroke.
The alpha pulled back an inch and pressed in again, his thrusts shallow and testing, his eyes still on Colin’s face.
His hand had moved from Colin’s hip to the back of his calf, lifting Colin’s leg higher to change the angle.
The second thrust went deeper, hitting the spot his fingers had mapped, and Colin let out a gasp that he didn’t bother to hold back.
“There.” Colin’s voice had gone hoarse. “Stay there.”
Diwa stayed there. He built a rhythm, slow and deep, pulling back until only the head of his cock was inside before pressing forward into the same spot, and Colin stopped trying to be quiet.
The sounds coming out of him were rough and low, drawn out of his chest on every forward stroke, and he didn’t care.
He wanted Diwa to hear and know that this felt good.
That he was finding out for the first time what sex was supposed to feel like.
His hand reached up to the back of Diwa’s neck and pulled him down into a kiss.
Diwa’s hips were snapping forward harder now, his breathing ragged, sweat beading at his hairline.
His hand on Colin’s thigh had tightened, and Colin wanted the marks that would come out of his grip.
He wanted to press against them tomorrow and remember that Diwa’s hands had been there.
His alpha had pulled him down onto him with each thrust as he fucked into him.
“Touch yourself,” Diwa said, watching Colin’s cock where it lay hard and flushed against his stomach.
Colin got his hand around himself, and Diwa’s hitching intake of breath was the same sound he always made when Colin touched himself in front of him.
Colin had learnt to crave that reaction over the weeks of intimacy with this alpha, and having Diwa inside him while he did it, feeling the fullness and the stretch while his hand worked his own cock, was something his body hadn’t been ready for.
He matched Diwa’s rhythm, his fist working in counterpoint to the deep slow strokes that were lighting up every nerve from his hips to his spine.
His slick was everywhere, soaking the sheet under his arse, running down the inside of his thighs, making the wet sounds between them obscene enough that Colin’s neck went hot.
Diwa’s pace broke first. His hips stuttered, caught, and then he stopped holding back — drove in hard enough to shove Colin up the mattress, fingers biting into the meat of Colin’s thigh as he hauled him back down onto his cock.
The slap of skin on skin filled the room.
Colin’s hand fell away from himself and scrabbled for Diwa’s shoulder, his nails finding purchase in the alpha’s damp skin.
He fucked Colin like he’d forgotten how to be careful, and Colin let him.
He let his legs fall open wider, let Diwa’s hands haul him where they wanted him.
A thin keening noise climbed out of him on every thrust, getting higher.
Diwa’s stomach dragged against his cock on every drive in, smearing precome between them, and Colin was going to come from that alone if Diwa kept going, with his alpha buried to the hilt.
Diwa came with his face crushed into the crook of Colin’s neck, both arms locked around his back like he was trying to fold them into one body.
Colin felt the first pulse of Diwa’s release, then another, and then the base of Diwa’s cock began to thicken against his rim: a noticeable swelling that caught and dragged at his entrance on the next slow withdrawal.
Diwa wrenched himself back before the knot could fully lock, tensing against the instinct to drive in deep.
The alpha didn’t stop moving. Even with his cock already softening, his hips kept rolling into Colin in shallow thrusts. Diwa pushed up on one arm to look down at him, his hair plastered dark to his forehead.
“Look at you.” His voice had gone wrecked. He dragged his finger across Colin’s bottom lip. “Fuck, Colin. Look at the state of you. You feel so fucking good…”
Colin couldn’t answer. His arms had gone loose against the mattress, and he just lay there and let himself be taken care of. Diwa’s hand wrapped around him, slick with sweat and come, and he started to stroke his cock.
Diwa worked him slow at the base, tight up the shaft, pressing into the slit on every pass, using every move Colin had told him he liked.
“That’s it.” Diwa’s mouth was at his ear now. “Come on. You’ve been so good. Let me have this one.”
Colin came with his teeth sunk into his bottom lip, his back arching off the mattress, his free hand gripping the sheet hard enough that the fitted corner pulled loose from the mattress. When he came back into himself, he locked in on the sight of Diwa’s face above him.
Diwa pulled out carefully, dealt with the condom, and dragged the corner of the sheet up between them to wipe Colin’s stomach.
The sheet was already ruined, slick and lube and the rest of it soaked through to the mattress protector, so he used it without ceremony, getting the worst of the mess off Colin’s skin.
Colin lay on the bed and let himself be tended to. His throat was tight. His eyes were stinging, and he pressed the heel of his hand against them and breathed.
“Hey.” Diwa’s voice came from somewhere near his knee, where he was wiping the inside of Colin’s thigh. “None of that.” His arm went round Colin’s shoulders and drew him in. Colin settled against him, pressing his face into the hollow of Diwa’s neck where his scent was the warmest.
Diwa’s hand found the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair in the slow scratch that Colin would never admit he lived for. His other hand rubbed a long stroke down Colin’s spine, and Colin lifted his face to meet Diwa’s gaze.
“There you are. There’s my omega.” Diwa’s voice had gone quiet. “Hi.”
The sting was rising behind Colin’s eyes again. He held Diwa’s gaze because he wanted to stay in this moment. He wanted to be looked at with such naked fondness, and called ‘my omega’, in that soft a voice from now on.
He cleared his throat.
“You need to get the chicken out of the freezer,” Colin said. His voice came out steadier than it had any right to. “It won’t defrost in time if you leave it much longer.”
“The afritada can wait.”
“It can’t. You left it too late last Saturday and the middle was still frozen. Then you sulked about it for an hour because we had to get Deliveroo instead.”
“I didn’t sulk. I expressed legitimate disappointment about the textural compromise.”
Diwa’s fingers kept working through his hair.
Colin lay there with his cheek on the alpha’s collarbone, nagging him about chicken thirty seconds after the best sex of his life, and thought: we have a Saturday routine.
The walk, the afritada. He’d never had that with anyone before.
The thrill of it sat right next to the orgasm and held its own.
“I’ll get to it in a minute,” Diwa said, voice rising in a whine that always made Colin roll his eyes. “Give me a minute.”
Colin gave him a minute. And then another one, because his legs weren’t ready to cooperate with any plan that involved standing, and because Diwa’s heartbeat under his ear was steady and warm.