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It’s been almost two months—57 days—since they last saw each other when Chris picks Leon up from the airport. Chris draws on a lifetime of self-control and responsibility to keep himself inside the car as Leon tosses his bag in the trunk. He knows exactly what would happen if he got out. Sure enough, once Leon gets in the passenger seat, they snap together like magnets. Even with the seat belts and gear shift in between them and the dull roar of people and cars and planes outside, Chris can’t focus on anything but getting closer to his mate. An airport security worker actually knocks directly on his car window to get their attention and order them to clear out, apparently having given up on using her whistle.
Leon rambles a bit about his flight on the (blessedly short) drive home. Chris lets Leon’s voice and scent wash over him, contentment settling bone-deep at the sensations. Only a few minutes pass before Leon tries sliding a hand very far up Chris’s right thigh. Chris takes a hand off the wheel to trap it, almost against his own will, but having Leon’s fingers laced through his own is satisfying in its own way.
It’s also satisfying to watch Leon’s ass as he bends over a little to pull his bag out of the trunk—Chris’s consolation prize for being too slow to get out of the car and grab Leon’s stuff for him. Leon catches him at it (not that Chris was trying particularly hard to be subtle) and gives him a smirk that fans the flame already burning somewhere low in Chris’s gut. Somehow, they manage to keep a polite distance from each other until the apartment door finally, finally closes behind them. But then it’s on, no holding back, Chris kissing Leon so hard their teeth clack together and Leon almost strangling Chris from how violently he yanks at Chris’s shirt collar to pull him even closer.
There are a few casualties as they stumble their way further into the apartment, stripping their clothes off as they go—some knickknacks on the hall table where they usually leave their keys fall to the floor, a photo or two gets knocked off the wall—but that doesn’t matter right now. Nothing matters to Chris but the feeling of finally having his mate back in his arms.
Chris has every intention of making it to their bed, the couch, or hell, even the kitchen table or counter; he’s not picky. They don’t even make it all the way out of the hallway before they wind up on the floor somehow, still pressed together full-body and kissing open-mouthed and desperate. There’ll be hell to pay later when their tired old bodies try to get back up, but right now Chris doesn’t think he could bear to move anywhere else, not when it would mean pulling away from Leon for even a second.
Leon doesn’t seem eager to pull away, either. He’s basically pinning Chris to the floor, his legs tight around Chris’s hips and his elbows braced on either side of Chris’s head as he pulls his mouth away long enough to scrape his teeth over Chris’s jaw and breathe in his scent. Chris clutches at Leon’s back, the nape of his neck, pulling him closer still. Everything in Chris is humming Safe, home, mate. “Want you inside me,” Chris gasps, the words falling out of his mouth before he can pull them back.
Leon draws back just far enough to fully meet Chris’s gaze. “Yeah?”
Hopefully, the fact that Chris is already fully flushed from exertion will hide some of his embarrassment. It’s taboo, really—the kind of thing that’s whispered about, scoffed about, lobbed as an insult. And Leon’s never fucked him before, never even raised the possibility. But God, does Chris want it.
“Yeah,” Chris admits.
“The things you do to me,” Leon says before claiming Chris’s mouth again, fucking his tongue in like a preview. The passion behind it is dizzying—well, that’s probably the lack of oxygen, too—and Chris doesn’t want it to end even though he also desperately wants Leon to be properly inside him.
Leon eventually pulls away again and rasps, “I need to go grab lube,” but Chris shakes his head before the other man can get up.
“There’s a bottle in my pants pocket.”
“What, were you planning on fucking me in the car?” Leon snarks, but most of his attention is clearly on digging through the pockets of Chris’s pants, which he’d unceremoniously tossed aside earlier.
“Just wanted to be prepared. And you were the one risking a public indecency charge with your kiss hello.”
Leon throws him a skeptical look but doesn’t verbally respond other than the triumphant noise he makes when he finds the lube. He turns back to Chris, tilts his head a little, and then shifts so that he’s kneeling next to Chris instead of straddling him. Chris misses the closeness immediately.
“Spread your legs for me?” Leon asks, voice bordering on coquettish. Chris does it automatically; there’s no world in which his body doesn’t respond to his omega asking him for something while sounding like that. Leon quickly makes himself at home between Chris’s spread thighs, pecking Chris on the mouth before drawing back to open the lube.
In an impressive feat of dexterity, Leon manages to lube up his left index finger and right hand without fumbling the bottle once. Chris groans at the feeling of Leon wrapping his hand around Chris’s cock, stroking it just tightly enough to tease. The way Leon’s running his thumb over the head is very distracting, but Chris still tenses despite himself at the feeling of Leon’s trigger finger pressing up against his hole.
“Just relax,” Leon says. Chris does his best to obey and is promptly rewarded with the feeling of Leon’s finger sliding inside him. It’s a strange feeling, weirder even than the few times Chris fingered himself in the past because he’s not the one controlling it. But it’s not bad, especially once Leon starts stroking Chris's cock in time with the slow in-and-out thrusts of his finger.
“Have you ever been fucked before?” Leon asks. When Chris shakes his head, Leon twists his wrist a little on the upstroke and says, “I’ll make it good for you. Promise.”
The preparation certainly starts feeling good in short order. Leon gives him some time to adjust, then gets his mouth on Chris’s cock too before sliding in a second finger. By the time Leon’s got three fingers pressed up against Chris’s prostate, Chris is squirming and moaning in a way that might embarrass him if he wasn’t too horny to care.
The obscene popping sound Leon’s mouth makes when he pulls off of Chris’s cock is enough to draw Chris’s semi-focused attention. “Do you want to cum like this, or do you still want me to fuck you?”
“Fuck me,” Chris says immediately, and when Leon smirks in response, he adds a faux-serious, “if you still want to.”
Leon slowly pulls his fingers out of Chris—Chris has to bite back a pitiful noise—and sits back on his haunches. His eyes are dark, pupils blown as wide as Chris has ever seen them. “Oh, I want to. Do you want me to wear a condom?”
Leon barely has time to finish the question before Chris says, “No.” It comes out more aggressively than he expected it to, but Leon doesn’t shy away. There’s a considering look on his face as he nods, though, which could be good or bad for Chris, really.
“Okay. You wanna stay on your back, or…?”
“No, let me—”
Leon shifts backwards, and it gives Chris enough room to roll over, get his knees under him, and… present. It just—it feels right to do it, somehow. The soft, awed noise Leon lets out and the warm hand he runs down Chris’s flank just confirm that, even if Chris also feels like his face is on fire against the carpet.
“Gorgeous,” Leon sighs. “But here, let’s try to make this a little less rough on your knees.”
Something soft nudges against one of Chris’s knees. He glances back and sees that Leon’s trying to tuck his discarded shirt under them to provide some cushioning. Chris obligingly lifts one leg at a time and feels himself flush even hotter, somehow, at how the motion exposes his hole further.
Once he’s settled, he presses his face back against the floor and tries not to visibly shiver at the sound of Leon slicking up his cock with more lube. Chris does shiver when he feels the head of Leon’s cock brush up against his hole.
“Easy,” Leon murmurs. “I’ve got you.”
And Chris knows that Leon does, so he relaxes his muscles on his next exhale and then completely fails to inhale as Leon presses inside him. It’s a slow, steady motion, and the stretch isn’t bad, but Chris is paralyzed by it anyway. Leon lets out a half-muffled moan as his hips press up against Chris’s ass, his cock sunken in to the hilt, and Chris finally manages to suck in a full breath.
They stay like that for a moment, close in a whole new way, before Chris says, “You could—try moving a bit?”
Leon wraps his hands, still a little slippery with lube, around Chris’s hips and slowly rocks his hips. He’s not moving very far in or out, just letting Chris get used to the feeling. Frankly, Chris isn’t sure that he will get used to it. Leon’s dick isn’t very big compared to Chris’s thanks to omega genetics, but—Chris is so full. Leon’s inside him. It’s nothing like Chris’s own hesitant fingers; it’s not even like Leon’s much more confident ones. It’s spine-meltingly good. Leon hasn’t even really started moving yet and Chris is already worried he might cum embarrassingly quickly.
“Good?” Leon grits out.
Chris thinks he’s probably as ready as he’ll ever be for Leon to let go of his self-control, so he says, “Yeah, c'mon, fuck me.”
Now that he’s been given the go-ahead, Leon doesn’t hesitate. He tightens his grip, pulls his hips back, and fucks in hard and fast. All the breath that Chris managed to catch is driven right back out of him. This is exactly what he's wanted since he first saw Leon step through the airport doors: a rough intimacy that satisfies his desperate animal need to be closer and closer and closer, and one that confirms Leon feels that exact same need. He wants his mate, his mate wants him back, and now they finally have each other again.
Leon’s left hand slips a little; he lets out an irritated growl before letting go of Chris’s hips entirely. Chris doesn’t get the chance to mourn the absence before Leon folds over him, pressing his chest against Chris’s back. For a moment, Chris is caught up in the feeling of all that warm skin pressing down on him. But then Leon thrusts again and Chris realizes with a physical jolt that Leon can get a lot deeper in this new position. He’s certainly making the most of it: he’s barely pulling back at all before thrusting in again, grinding hard and deep like he can reshape Chris around his cock or merge them together forever.
Maybe Chris should hate this. Maybe his alpha instincts should be rebelling against the vulnerable position he’s in and the weight of Leon draped over his back and the feeling of a cock deep inside him. But it just feels good, so good that Chris has to blink a few times to clear tears from his eyes when Leon finds the perfect angle to nail his prostate.
Chris can hardly hear the slick sounds of Leon fucking him over his own moans and ragged breathing. Every inhale fills his nostrils with musk and sweat and Leon’s spice and honey scent. He can’t resist the urge to stroke his aching cock any longer; he shifts to put more of weight on his chest, reaches back to take himself in hand, and has to blink away starbursts at the feeling.
“Harder,” Chris begs, and he barely recognizes his own voice.
Leon gives him exactly what he wants. His next thrust is so forceful that Chris’s ass cheeks sting a little when Leon’s hips snap against them. Leon moans in tandem with Chris before muffling himself by mouthing at Chris’s neck. The feeling of Leon’s lips and tongue and teeth on his throat does nothing to help Chris control the sounds he’s making. Neither does Leon’s dick—it feels like Leon’s trying to fuck him through the floor at this point, and Chris would feel bad for their neighbors if he had the brain cells to think about that right now. But somehow, it’s still not enough.
“Please,” Chris says, or maybe sobs. He doesn’t even know what he’s asking for, but of course Leon does.
“Want me to cum nice and deep inside you?” Leon murmurs right into Chris’s ear. Chris helplessly tries to fuck his hips back against Leon and forward into his own hand at the same time. “Are you gonna let me knock you up? Is that what you want?”
Chris cums. It’s automatic, instinctive, nothing he could stop. The world goes blurry and distant for who knows how long; all Chris can feel is the orgasm wracking his body as Leon continues fucking him through it. When he finally manages to blink his way back to awareness, there’s a fresh bite throbbing just above his clavicle, Leon’s voice snarling “Mine” in his ear, and a strange new feeling that can only be—God— Leon cumming inside him, filling him up, giving him exactly what he needs. Chris is abruptly, blindingly jealous of Leon’s ability to have back-to-back orgasms with basically no break. If he could cum again just from that feeling, he would.
A few moments pass, still and silent other than the two of them panting for air. As the endorphins start to fade, Chris slowly becomes aware of less positive physical sensations: the literal puddle of drool drying tacky under his face, the ache in his knees, the dull pain in his fingernails that’s probably from him clawing at the floor.
Then Leon loops his arms around Chris’s middle and, in a display of core strength that sends another wave of helpless lust though Chris, flips them backwards so that Chris is sitting in Leon’s lap. Chris clenches for all he’s worth to keep Leon’s softening cock from slipping out of him. He suspects that the grunt Leon lets out is due more to that than any physical exertion.
“Was that what you wanted?” Leon asks. It sounds like Leon’s genuinely checking in, but the gravelly tone of his voice makes Chris shudder a little anyway. Not that Leon’s playing fair: he’s nuzzling Chris’s neck, letting one hand drop from Chris’s torso at just the right angle to brush against Chris’s dick, and—fuck, he’s slowly rubbing his other hand over Chris’s stomach like there’s something worth touching there, like Chris could actually be pregnant. Chris lets out what could possibly be called a whine and clenches down on Leon’s cock again. He can’t help but mourn the cum he can feel slipping out of his hole.
“Yeah,” Chris rasps, although it should be damned obvious already.
“Good,” Leon purrs. “Because I think it might take at least a few more attempts for me to put a baby in you, and I’m more than willing to keep trying.”