He sinks his teeth into it. Felix shudders, his breath rushing out. “Kade,” he gasps, spreading his legs, rutting up at him. “Inside, please.”
Kade pries himself off just enough to flip Felix over, onto his knees, pushing his legs apart to expose his hole. “What do you want in here?” he rasps, rubbing his thumb down Felix’s ass, wedging it between his cheeks. Felix gasps. Kade circles his hole, reaching down to fondle his balls, stroke his flushed, straining cock. Felix moans, pushing into his hand, leaving a trail of precum along his palm. “One finger?”
“No,” Felix says, rocking against his palm. Kade grasps the skin hooding his tip, pulling it down to expose that pink, gleaming head. Felix gasps. Kade strokes over the sensitive tip of his cock, again and again, until Felix squirms, dripping onto his fingers, his limbs trembling. “Oh, gods, Kade.”
“Tell me what you want,” Kade says, dragging his fist down Felix’s cock, pumping him slow.
Felix shudders, his back arching, his thighs spreading further, trails of slick streaking down their insides. “Your cock. Please. Fuck me with it.”
The catch in his breath makes Kade pulse. He growls, crawling over Felix, chest to back, fitting his cock against Felix’s ass. Felix trembles against him, pushes his ass up high to lodge him between his cheeks. And so Kade grinds deeper, against his hole. Felix moans under him. “Here?”
“Fill me, please,” Felix gasps. Kade groans, dragging his cock against him to smear it with slick. He reaches down, pushes two fingers into Felix’s hot, tight hole, before wiping that slick over his own cock. Then he fits his tip against Felix’s hole, feels the way it gives under him, the way Felix stretches to take him, and he fucks in slow and hard, pushing all the way to his hilt.
Felix shudders, his ass snug around Kade. Kade can’t think for a full minute. All he feels is the heat of Felix’s body, the way Felix rolls his hips back, pushing up at him for more. He shoves in deep, building a momentum that sends Felix’s back arching, makes his nails dig into the mattress.
“Kade, Kade,” he moans, and when Kade reaches around to touch him, Felix’s cock is so hard it has to hurt. He needs me. Kade thrusts in deeper, fitting every inch inside, and it feels like he’s coming home, when Felix trembles and rides his cock desperately, his breathing short, sharp pants. Kade slings an arm against his sweat-slicked chest, rolls his hips to pull out, then fuck back in. Felix gasps, his cock dripping.
Their bodies meet over and over, Felix tensing beneath him, his cock taut as Kade strokes him again. He likes this, Kade thinks, and the thought hurls him over the edge. Pleasure rips through his body like a tidal wave, and he jolts, pumping his cum into Felix.
He tightens his fist around Felix’s cock, stroking hard, pushing him over the edge. A ragged cry tears from his omega’s throat. Felix jerks against him, pulsing, spurting cum all over his mattress, sheets fisted in his hands. Kade presses his forehead to Felix’s back, memorizing his broken moan, the way Felix’s skin clings to his body, the way they fit so well together.
It’s only when he feels himself start to swell that he rolls his hips, to pull away before his knot forms inside Felix. They aren’t ready for that yet. They haven’t talked in five years.
Felix closes his fingers around Kade’s wrist. Stay.
And Kade hesitates, his pulse stuttering. Sex with your bonded mate is far different from fucking anyone else. Above their familiarity, above the way their bodies mesh, mating with his omega feels like intimacy, like a promise.
I swore an oath to you when we bonded, Kade thinks, closing his eyes. He slides back in, blood pumping into the base of his cock. Felix stretches around him, locked against his body, and he hisses with pleasure. What did I do wrong? Why did you really leave?
Beneath him, Felix pants, the blond mop of his hair a mess. Kade breathes in the lavender of his scent, finding the constellation of scars across his shoulders; marks he left years back, when they were younger, and Felix had laughed and threaded his fingers through his hair.
He scoops Felix flush against him, rolling them onto their sides. Felix sighs. Kade buries his nose in his hair, savoring his presence.
He doesn’t know if Felix will leave again, and he can’t make him stay. Part of him feels like a failure, unable to keep his omega by his side.
His hand slips down toward Felix’s wrist, and Kade catches himself. He wants to touch that bonding mark. He shouldn’t. They haven’t made up yet—this was only something they did to resolve Felix’s heat, and the rut it triggered in himself. He thinks about the ring in his jeans pocket, trailing his fingers down Felix’s side instead. Then he caresses Felix’s abdomen, thinking it’s not as intimate as touching Felix’s bonding mark, or his chest.
It isn’t enough if I say sorry, is it?
Felix keeps silent. They breathe together, their heartbeats synchronizing, Felix a bundle of warmth and comfort in Kade’s arms. When his knot recedes, Kade slips out. Felix tips his head back, a tiny smile on his mouth. Kade’s breath catches.
This time, when he pulls away, Felix doesn’t beg him to stay. He keeps still on his side. Kade pulls his clothes on, the rustle of fabric loud in the room. It smells like sweat and sex in here, like afternoons from their past, and Kade breathes it deep into his lungs. “I’m leaving now,” he says.
Felix nods, a bare movement of his head. He looks at the far wall.
When he shuts the front door behind him, it feels as though Kade’s leaving a part of himself behind, all over again.
