Oh no
Usually, he was always prepared to any problem. Control through anticipation of all possibilities. But this one was especially annoying, a real pain in the ass.
And I forgot it. I forgot my own heat.
The insidious pain, mixed with arousal already drained his energy, making Twisted Fate shake, a light shone of sweet on his skin. He didn't move at all, his thinner frame trapped by the tight embrace of the burly man he considered his lover and partner for life. The single contact was like a slight shock, a shudder running through his skin and it surprised the cardmaster how much he wanted more of it. His body craved the warmth and grinded back to fulfill its own needs, and the mere contact was enough to let out a helpless noise. Maybe it had been a bit too loud, causing the gunman to stir in his sleep and wake up.
« The fuck you're doing ? » He grumbled, voice heavy with sleep as he tried to keep the other man still.
He could tell something was off, from the lack of comprehensible answer and it was confirmed when the omega turned his head just enough to lock gazes, a desperate spark in it. Though it wasn't their first times together, the raw want he saw there took his breath away for a few seconds, to see this man let his protections down was indeed rare and worth it.
« … You're in heat ? »
« Well done, I couldn't have guessed. Now, please don't be an ass and help m- » The snarky remark stopped, remplaced by a long hiss.
The alpha knew Twisted Fate's composure was falling bit by bit, even he hid it with sass so he took the matter in hand, not waiting the end of the sentence. Wandering lower, his hand slipped into the latter's pants and he lowly cursed at the mess he found, probbing with care the wet entrance.
Graves rose and turned his partner on his stomach, taking a short instant to admire the view of the other's back, shoulders flushed. Gorgeous. Twisted Fate grew impatient, his urges screaming at him for release as he glanced furiously at the gunman.
« Malcolm, you better move. Now ! »
« You will have what I give you. » Tone clear but it was difficult not to comply to the request of his omega. At the end, he would always provide what he wants and it killed him how much he got it bad for this man.
It surprised the cardmaster to feel the scratch of his lover's beard against his lower back when said man gave a peck there then took off his pants. He couldn't hold back his gasp when the same mouth tried an at-first shy kiss to his most intimate place, clutching his hands in the sheets. Then it came back, an eager tongue exploring him, taking all he could like a starved man. Being held open like this made his feel so vulnerable but yet so much desired and loved and Graves seemed to be enjoying this as much as him, relishing in the litany of curses that made its way out of the other's throat and the taut arch in ecstasy of his spine. The taste wasn't bad, just the taste of flesh and a hint of the typical scent of his mate. His pleas are way sweeter. A shaky hand gripped his hair, not really carefully because of the incredible amount of stimulation he got, asking for more while he burried his face in the pillow to silence his depraved moans.
So the outlaw obliged and ate him out vigorously, each lick pushing the omega nearer of the edge till he cried out his pleasure loud enough to turn on the alpha. Twisted Fate went limp in this welcomed bliss while his partner crawled back to him and pulled him into a kiss, giving him a taste.
« Roll over, please. »
Twisted Fate did as asked, quite clumsily and relaxed back in the mattress when a gentle grip on his manhood awoke again his need. He spread his legs to accommodate Graves then locked it in his back, coaxing him into a quickening pace skin to skin. The heat, previously deminished, came back unforgiving and it made the omega embrace tight his mate, lips almost touching.
« M-more... » It sounded so broken, he felt ashamed but the safety and fondness he found in the other's gaze was more than comforting.
« I've got you. » As he kissed him with passion, a sloppy dance for the two of them.
All the omega needed was a rough pace, yet he took this slowly, sinking in inch by inch in fear that he would finish before his mate and that's not going to happen. The latter didn't appreciated that and rocked back as much as he could , hilting the alpha deep inside of him. They groaned in unison and without waiting more, Graves indulged him, keeping him as close as possible. The scent got stronger, a new urge he gave into as he marked the pale skin of his neck. He felt on his lips as much as he heard it the keen that resonnated when his cock brushed the spot deep inside his lover. Without faltering, he went back to it, again and again, merely rutting into his partner while he writhed beneath him. His knot wasn't there yet but soon so he took in hand TF's cock, drooling precum uselessly, and jerked him off. He was trying so hard not to come first, brows furrowed in concentration but he didn't miss the unrestrained scream that followed his ministrations. Not only he felt the full-body shudder that ran through the omega's body but also the sharp pain in his renewed bond mark, bringing a curious warmth in his chest.
And oh it was enough to make him come, knotting his now satisfied mate and giving all he had, seed, heart and soul. Then he fell back on the bed, trying not to crush Twisted fate under him. Once the remains of climax gone, he cupped the latter's face, noticing the few drops of his own blood then kissing him deep and passionate. The cardmaster's gaze wasn't as feverish as before and the usual smug look was quick to come back but he was still silent.
« That was mighty good. »
« I fucked you silent, that's what you wanna say ? »
« I didn't say that. But thank you Malcolm. »
Twisted Fate grinned, nuzzling the bite he just gave and relishing in the familiar scent mixed with his own. Gunpowder and leather. So soothing.
