Seven

Brian

Brian caressed the slender arms and chest until he rested his hand on the young man’s smooth abdomen. His guest fell asleep fast, open and soft, and Brian marveled at the sensations. He closed his eyes and drifted for a moment, savoring the perfection of their joining. His knot tingled all over, sending small tendrils of joy into his brain as if he were still coming. The young omega’s taste was the strongest aphrodisiac, and for a while, Brian couldn’t think of anything else. I could f*ck you for the whole night, make you come five times more. So sweet, so beautiful, so sincere.

The scent of heat slowly weakened, the arousal got manageable, and Brian found his way back to himself. He tried to put the puzzle together in his mind. The boy must have gone through at least one heat wave alone in the club. He couldn’t imagine the horrifying hours of anguish the omega must have survived alone before he’d exhausted himself into unconsciousness. Brian dragged the blanket down from the sofa and covered the omega’s body with it. You’re safe, beautiful. Rest. I’ll keep you warm. But now what? Brian couldn’t have done anything to prevent this. Even if he had hated omegas, would he have left him there? No. The man could have died from exhaustion, hypothermia, or self-harm. He had been so drained he hadn’t even been able to feed himself. What if someone out there was waiting to claim him? And what if there wasn’t anyone? The young boy was asleep, impaled on Brian’s swollen c*ck, full of Brian’s c*m. Small ripples of pleasure ran through their joined bodies every other minute.

They were locked together in the most intimate way, yet Brian didn’t know anything about the stranger. A tremor went through the sleeping boy, making his hole clutch the knot, and Brian sighed with renewed desire. If he weren’t so worried about the boy's well-being, he’d take this gift and be grateful. The thrill of holding the beautiful stranger, smelling his passion, and being allowed inside him—Brian didn’t remember ever feeling this good. Not even those few times he’d got to take care of his ex during heats. It’s his scent. Unique and merciless. Like a drug. After one hour, when the perfume coming from the omega’s skin became less intense, the knot subsided. Brian stayed wrapped around the small body, tucked inside, letting the boy adjust.

After a few minutes, he pulled out slowly. He was a mess of slick and c*m. He grabbed his brief88ped the boy’s crease and his own groin. Then he searched the living room floor for more discarded clothes. Dressed back in his jeans, Brian picked up the young man and carried him upstairs to his bedroom. He brought towels from the bathroom, one dry and one wet with warm water, and washed the young man’s soiled, sweat-covered body from his face to his toes. Brian’s hands trembled when he bathed his unexpected lover, overcome with tenderness and fear. Who are you? How come it feels like I know you? God help me, but you’re perfect. The omega slept through it all. Brian tucked him under the blanket and went to take a shower, hoping it would clear his brain. It didn’t. Unable to stay away, he returned to his bedroom and lay down next to the sleeping boy. He opened his laptop and tried getting through the report his secretary had sent him, but soon his eyes got heavy. He put the laptop on the nightstand and turned onto his side. Staring at the omega’s relaxed features, he let himself drift.

A movement in his bed stirred him awake. Confused, he opened his eyes. It was still dark. A body was pressed against his, naked under the covers, clinging to him. The young man’s skin was warm now. Brian threw an arm over him and slept.

RAY

The dreams were distressing. He was in a burning car stuvhed in the passengers seat while looking at his mother's blood stained face telling him to take good care if his younger sister Tania,he was trying to listen to what his father was telling him before he felt that his skin was being carresed with rough hands before he woke up from his dream. He woke up and caressed Brian’s d*ck and balls, reaching into his crease with thick fingers, and he was drowning in lust, begging to be taken. The man smelled so good, of strength, masculine sweat, the rich soil of the forest, and fresh pine wood. And he was warm, so warm. Ray edged closer to the hot skin. Brian .His name is BRIAN. .The touches felt amazing, even in his dream, and he moaned.

He grew hard, and his hole loosened, slick and empty.Ray knew this man; he craved him. The gentle touches weren’t enough. He wanted to kiss him. A stab of need jolted him awake, and he blinked into the darkness. Where was he? Weren’t there supposed to be cars? No. He lay in a bed, a fluffy blanket on top of him. Soft moonlight streamed through a window. He was in a room, not outside. The wetness between his *ss cheeks wasn’t a dream. Gentle breathing next to him. He froze. Dread squeezed his throat. Who is this Alpha? Did a his ex find him? Not them again please no. Then another spasm hit, weak, not even painful, but he cried out with panic anyway. Not again. He couldn’t do this again. He’d rather die than go through hours of that again. “Hey, shh, it’s okay.” Brian. Ray’s insides squeezed with acute want. God, he was empty. I It’s another heat wave. Don’t panic. Breathe.” Brian was here.

The man who had given him warmth, peace, and pleasure. Such pleasure! But who was he? It didn’t matter. Ray's body remembered the scent, the glorious, throbbing fullness, and it craved. Demanded. Ray reached out blindly and found skin, muscles moving underneath. He clutched and grabbed, trying to pull himself closer. “I know. I want you too. Here, lie on your back.” Your voice…closer. Come closer. Hold me. The covers were lifted from his body, and strong hands stroked his hips and belly. Brian “Please!” Ray forced out through clenched teeth.

Without thinking, he opened his legs, holding them under his knees, and spread his *ss for the unknown man in bed with him. A part of him cringed at his shamelessness, but he was beyond caring. F*ck me. Please, f*ck me. “You’re breathtaking. Shh, I’m here. I’ve got you.” Something blunt and big circled his opening, and Ray’s body gave in to the pressure. His hole opened, and he was slowly, surely filled. He groaned with relief. Brian pushed on the back of his thighs, keeping him spread open, and Ray could let his arms fall to the sides and just be.

The huge hardness inside him moved at a steady, reassuring pace, and he purred with delight. “Relax. Breathe and let me make you come. You don’t have to do anything, just breathe.” If it were a dream, he didn’t want to wake up. The tiredness in his limbs hadn’t gone away yet, and he knew on some level that exhaustion and those damned hormones muddled his thoughts. However, the pumping fullness inside him became the only thing that mattered. He lay limp and took the gift, letting the pleasure spread and heighten. A comforting scent from the big man enveloped him as he slept.