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James' POV
He is the first to awake roughly half hour later. Several quiet minutes pass while he simply lays there and enjoys the feel of his mate curled up beside him, his slightly rounded stomach pressed against his side. Unfortunately, the need to pee along with get cleaned up, forces him to move, so he lightly kisses his mate before slipping out of the younger man's arms.
"James?" his mate mumbles as he wakes up.
"Bathroom," he replies with a fond smile, "Maybe a shower, you are welcome to join me if you want."
Blinking as he sits up, the younger man glances at the clock, eyes widening slightly before he starts blushing. "I've spent pretty much all day in bed."
His eyes flicker to the clock, noting that it is nearly dinner time, "That is perfectly alright you know," he pauses, ignoring the heavy feeling of his bladder for a moment to suggest, "If it is alright with you, I would like a chance to return the favor."
His mate's eyes widen further as he stares at him, "But I…" his voice trails off as if not sure what to say.
"Yes you," he comments, completely serious he continues, "It's high time you discover how desirable you are. No better way to do so than to show you. Something I have been sorely lax in doing."
With one last smile at his mate he heads to the bathroom, cringing at the feel of his sticky pants. In the bathroom, he quickly undresses before using the toilet while the water heats up. Once the shower is steaming, he steps in, allowing the hot water to run over his body. He has just soaped up the flannel to start washing himself when the bathroom door opens and his mate steps in. Cocking his head to the side, he listens to what he is doing, happily surprised when his mate actually accepts his offer to shower together.
"Hello," he murmurs with a smile, originally planning on turning to face his mate only a hand placed hesitantly on his back has him holding still instead.
"Can I?" the younger man inquires, hand just barely touching him.
He nods, "Of course, whatever you would like," he replies, happy that his mate is feeling explorative, shifting his positioning slightly so he can brace himself against the wall.
Those hands that had explored the front of his body with such care set about doing the same with the back. Every centimeter is touched, mapped, learned about. Between the light and firm touches, the warm water pouring over their body, and the fact he can smell his mates arousal, he finds himself getting hard once more faster than expected. Normally coming once would have taken the edge of, but that does not seem to be today's case. Before the hot water has run out he finds himself coming a second time, this time all over the shower wall, without anything even touching his prick to his shock. First time that has ever happened before.
Stepping back but still within the stall, he can feel his mate's eyes on him as he gains his breath back and turns around. His eyes sweep up and down his omega's body, taking in all the details he had missed when the younger man was in the bath earlier from the light patch of freckles on his hip, the fact his mate has a lightly longer than average cock for an omega, the solidness of his body except for that one small bump where their pup is growing.
One of his hands twitches towards the younger man who flinches, causing him to freeze before asking, "Can I touch you John? Can I give you the same type of pleasure you've given me?"
Silently, his mate watches him, eyes thoughtful as he considers his offer. Finally, he nods slowly in agreement.
Relief pours through him as he steps closer before dropping lightly to his knees. Since his mate is shorter than him normally by a good amount, it works out well, nearly putting them at the same height. Definitely making him just a little shorter but allowing him perfect access to touch every centimeter of his mate from shoulder to knee. Long fingers gently set to stroking across the planes of his mates chest and stomach, gently pushing his mate's hands out of the way when he tries to cover the slight curve of their child.
"Why are you trying to cover your stomach up?" he inquires before he leans forward to place a light kiss on the top most part of the curve.
"I'm fat," his mate replies, once more trying to hide his stomach.
"You're not fat," he informs his mate seriously, "You're four months pregnant. There is a big difference. Even if you were fat though, you would still be handsome."
The uncertainty in the younger man's eyes makes him angry at himself, but he keeps it tightly controlled so it does not enter his scent. Instead he sets out to proving his point with his touch, fingers tracing every centimeter of his mate, finding all of the spots that make the younger man tremble or little noises escape his lips. He discovers that his love's nipples are sensitive and leans forward to gently lick them, which has an immediate reaction of his hips stuttering towards him. A smile curves his lips as he sets to using his mouth to taste every centimeter of the omegas skin.
When the water turns cold he slowly stands, hands resting on his hips while he gives the smaller man a light kiss on the lips before turning in order to turn the water off. Grabbing a towel he takes his time drying his love off first, rubbing his entire body softly until there is no moisture from the tub left before briskly drying himself off.
John makes an adorable squeak when he scoops him up, nuzzling his nose against his throat for a moment before carrying him to the bedroom.
"What are you doing?" his mate gasps as his arms wrap tightly around his neck.
Grinning mischievously, he answers, "Carrying you back to bed so I can continue showing you exactly how desirable you are."
"You don't need to carry me, I can walk you know." Despite the fact is grumbled, his scent says he is pleased, just a bit embarrassed to be carried like that.
"I know but I want to. Besides it's not that far," he responds as he settles him lightly on top of the blankets before proceeding to touch, kiss, lick, nibble, and rub his nose on every part of his mate's lower legs. Discovering that the hollow behind the knee is an extremely ticklish spot for the smaller man, that if he lightly runs his fingertips along the calf muscles he would gasp, and if he slowly worked his way upwards his mate would turn the most enticing shade of pink. The middle to top of his leg was even more sensitive than the bottom part, making him smile in pleasure as he watches his mate wiggle in need, the most intoxicating sounds escaping the younger man's lips.
"James!" His mate groans as he pushes against him.
"You," he kisses thigh, "are," kisses a bit higher, "one of," tongue traces the dip between leg and torso, "the most," gently nibbles on the underside of the small swell, "handsome," kisses his way across his mate's stomach, "men I have," his hands join the appreciating, rubbing small circles into his chest and stomach, "ever seen."
Taking his time, he explores every centimeter of his chest and stomach now that he is laying down, delighting in every blemish, freckle, or mark he finds. He loves the various noises his mate makes, particularly the low growling whimper that almost reminds him of purring.
When John's stomach starts to growl, and the younger man starts to blush, he gently presses one more kiss to it before sitting up and stating, "Be right back," with a smile. Grabbing a towel to wrap around his hips because he cannot remember if the curtain is closed or not, he heads down to the kitchen, happy to see all of his curtains are closed. In the kitchen, he gets out the trays of meat bites, cheeses, fruits, crackers, veggies, and dips he had put together the previous day. It is a lot like a tray for when his mate's in heat, and that is sort of the same type of foods. Little things they can take turns feeding each other, something small and intimate, to build closeness. Several bottles of cold water and a few small things of juice are also added to his almost over packed main tray.
Silently, he carries it upstairs, heading into the bedroom once more. He smiles at his mate who has scooted closer to the middle of the bed and tugged the comforter over his body. Settling it on the bed, he sits down and scoots closer to the smaller man, putting them nearly side by side.
"I realize it's not a traditional dinner but would you like to eat with me?" he queries softly.
Closing the distance between them, his mate replies with a smile smile, "Alright," as he glances at all of the options to eat.
Making a little sandwich with some crackers, chicken pieces, cheddar cheese, and a little dip to hold it together, he offers it to his mate to nibble on.
There is a curious look in his mate's eyes as he accepts the small bite, his tongue flicking out to catch the crumbs and making him swallow hard. Once the younger man has finished his bite, he selects a piece of fruit for him, covering only a small part of it in the cream cheese dip before offering it. Carefully, he accepts it, his tongue gently lapping at all of the juices and smiling when his lovers breathe catches. For the next several minutes they go back and forth, each taking a turn getting a bite to feed the other.
Unlike during heats where the pheromones keep them from feeling shy or any other strong emotions outside the need to connect, he is fully aware of each bite, both offered and accept, and the meaning behind such an easy companionship between them. It's erotic watching the way his mates tongue curls around each bite, particularly when his mind keeps wondering what that same tongue would feel like around him, a thought he pushes down.
The air seems to get heavy with the scent of desire, much to his pleasure, and when his mate pushes the tray away, he goes and tucks it back in the fridge to keep the remaining food fresh.
Back in the bedroom, he sits on the edge of the bed, one hand resting on his mate's leg. "May I continue?"
Blushing, John whispers, "Yes."
He smiles at the younger man, gently peeling the blanket off so he is bare once more before he returns to kissing, touching, and scenting every inch of him until he is breathing heavy and fully aroused. The first touch of the tip of his tongue against his mate's cock makes the younger man gasp and arch into the contact, his breath coming out in a stutter. Carefully he presses on the vein in his leg, feel the pulse and making sure that it is not currently skipping. Slowly he laps down the smaller man's penis, tasting and enjoying his light musk that is not as pronounced right now as when he is in heat. When he gets to the base, he continues downwards, gently sucking on first one of his mate's balls, than the other before he continues to go further back.
He is mildly surprised by the light layer of liquid leaking out of his mate's hole. Particularly since it is his understand that omega males rarely produce fluid outside of their heats. Maybe it is due to him being pregnant? He'll have to look into but for now he is going to enjoy a chance to lap at his juices.
One hand gently rests on his mate's hips to slow the rocking in time with his tongue, while the other is stroking his lover's cock in time with his lapping.
He can still remember his John mentioning once that he appreciated the fact Greg did not ignore his cock the way it seems to happen in books and porn. Since there is no way he is letting a past lover, granted only for his heats, do a better job he keeps this detail in mind. Besides, it shows he paid attention to something his mate said. If its just a bit possessive, well he is an alpha, even if he does tend to suppress that side of his nature.
Several long minutes pass with the only sounds being those his mate makes and the wet sound of him rimming his mate.
He feels when the pleasure gets close to the surface, when it is nearly time by the tightening and fluttering of his mate's hole around his tongue and the way he seems to get even harder in his hand. His lips curve in a smile and he continues his ministrations even as he feels him coming all over his stomach until the last spasm has passed. With one last lap at his entry, he sits up, carefully looking his mate over before grabbing the moist wipes had had placed with the lube and condoms in order to gently clean his skin before grabbing the blanket to pull up over them.
For a while the two of them drowse together, his longer body carefully wrapped around his mates, his groin pressed against the smaller man's ass, one hand thrown around his waist, resting on his slight stomach. There is still desire in the air, but it is muted now, replaced with more of a content feeling.
After a bit he groans when his lover wiggles against him. The slight wetness making him harder than he already is. Since he is not sure whether John's doing it on purpose or in his sleep, he buries his head against his mate's neck, pressing forward only slightly.
"Ghmn," he moans when the younger man does it a second time, "John?"
Wiggling again, this time with a deliberate backwards push according to the feel of it, his mate replies a bit breathlessly, "Yes James?"
"Are you teasing or requesting?" he murmurs as his tongue flicks out to trace the bond bite.
Freezing, his omega tilts his head forward a bit, giving him better access to the bite mark.
He stops for a moment to see if that affects his mate any only to have the younger man press back against him a bit more, ass definitely rubbing him.
"I don't know," the younger man finally whispers, "I want, uummmmm, I need," he continues, "please!"
He understands what the smaller man wants and is having a hard time understanding. Carefully reaching behind himself, he gropes for the drawer, opening it up and feeling around until he has his hands on the lube. Once he has it in his hand, he brings his arm back around his mate, giving him a light hug.
Nibbling gently on his mate's ear, he murmurs, "I'll take care of you, my John."
Nimbly, he uses one hand to put lube on the other before slipping it between their bodies, his fingertips carefully playing over his mate's hole, getting it all moist and loose before slipping just his first finger in. His fingertip seeking the small bundle of nerves that he knows will send a thrill through his mate. The instant he finds it, he knows it because of how his omega presses back and the keening noise that escapes his lips. Smiling against the younger man's skin, he sets to kissing and nibbling at the scent gland and bite mark while he continues to work him open, getting that fluttering hole ready for him to press into. Using first just one finger, before adding a second, eventually a third, and just to be on the safe side he presses just the tip of his fourth in, making sure he is stretched enough.
When he is sure that he will not hurt his mate, he asks, "May I John? Can I sink into you and rebite our bond, strengthening it?"
"Yes," his omega groans pressing as close as he possibly can, his scent so very aroused and intoxicating.
After twisting his fingers one more, he withdraws them, pressing his lips firmly against his mate's neck as the younger man keens. Using his already slick hand, he strokes himself a few times, getting his hard cock slick so that it is an easier slide before lining them up and slowly pressing forward. Reaching down, with the hand across the top of his mate's body, he tilts the younger man slightly, and spreads his legs just a little, while his arm that is looped around the bottom of his mate strokes all over the younger man's front side.
When he has pressed as far in as he can, he groans, shifting John down just a hair more and giving him just a little more depth to bottom out. Slowly he withdraws before pressing forward once more, setting a leisurely pattern of press and withdraw, rotating his hips slightly when deep inside in order to rub against his mates buddle of pleasure nerves.
"Jah-ames!" his omega gasps, scent flooding the air with arousal, pleasure, and affection.
Lightly scraping his teeth over his bite mark, he growls quietly against his mate's throat, "I've got you, John, let go."
He keeps the steady pace up, enjoying the little tremors that are going through his mate. Just before he feels his omega's body getting ready to pulse in his hand and around him, he lines his teeth up carefully with the old bond bite and bites down just hard enough to break the skin as he twists his wrist slightly, bringing his mate to completion. He has semen all over his hand as the coppery taste of blood enters his mouth and he comes with a low growl inside his mate.
Warmth, possessiveness, fear, worry, pleasure lust, passion, hope, affection, love, and joy rush through him as the bond he had nearly broken in his foolishness re-solidifies. He can nearly hear his mate's thoughts, though he tries not to listen, and can feel every emotion his mate has.
The bonding triggers something deep inside his mate, a micro-heat for lack of a better word, and he feels the wetness of his omega's body pulling him just before the pheromones flood the room, making both of them nearly instantly hard. Despite that, he keeps to the same sort of pace he had set prior as he gently lets go of the bond bite, lightly running his tongue over it to promote quick healing. For some reason his saliva helps the open wounds to seal nearly instantly.
What's going on? He hears his mate think as he continues to slowly move his hips, James?"
"It's alright love, its just the rebond sinking in. It will fade in a few hours time." He reassures his mate and omega as the hormones fill them.
"James?" there is fear in his love's voice, freezing him in place deep inside the younger man.
Wrapping his arms around him, he carefully withdraws, though his mate keens at the loss it seems. With ease he flips the younger man around so they are face to face, scattering little kisses all over his face while stroking his body in the most soothing way possible.
"Damn it. I errored again. You didn't understand about the rebond did you?" While the words are a question, he has a pretty good idea of the answer from how the omega is reacting.
"Rebond?" The younger man repeats, confusion in his voice even as he starts to press against him, trying to get friction because his body has gone into a micro-heat. "Is that why you asked if you could re-bite me?"
He nods, kissing the younger man gently on the forehead, "I thought you knew that it was possible for mates to reactivate the bond as if it was new when there has been strain on it that causes health concerns or acts like a breaking point harming both participants." He explains gently
"Oh," the smaller man mutters, "James?"
"Yes love?" he answers.
"I'm in heat," there is confusion in the omega's voice. "At least it feels a lot like a heat."
Chuckling softly, he nibbles on the curve of an ear, murmuring, "It's a micro-heat brought on by the rebonding."
"Oh," there is frustration and understanding in his tone now. "Well then, you best get to work."
He couldn't stop the rumble of laughter that escaped him even if he wanted to. Only his mate would tell him to get to work while he was in the process of going through a micro-heat. It is an order he is only too happy to obey. Over the next several hours, while the empathy and mild telepathy is shared between them, and his mate is in heat, he returns to exploring and enjoying every single inch of his omega. His inner alpha rejoicing that he is his.
By the time the heat has finished, his mate had called in sick, having Oba run the café for a day. They were both exhausted from lack of sleep, though he made sure that they ate and got plenty of water in them. Overall it was one of the best heats they had ever shared, partly because they could remember every minute of it without it being overwhelming.
As the two of them drift off to sleep he thinks that maybe everything will work out perfectly well, though maybe they should have a talk in the morning about what his mate knows and doesn't know.
"James?" the younger man mumbles.
"Yes?" he replies, surprised he is still awake.
"Stop thinking so I can sleep."
Chuckling, he kisses him once before closing his eyes and doing just that.
Yes folks, this is now done, it started off as a 3 chapter plan and ended up being 8, it was an emotionally bumpy ride but the boys seemed to have figured it out. To those who have left reviews, kudos, or even read it: thank you greatly!
Now on to a Tumblr Thank You Followers story or two, along with a chapter from the Pack Verse.