Page 16 of Honeythorn
Despite being muffled by wood and stone, Raphael’s voice was clear. “Come in.”
As the door opened, Milan’s stomach clenched, but not just from nerves. Raphael stood tall and proud in his room, dressed in just his shirt and trousers. His feet, again, were bare.
Perhaps this did not have to be so complicated. Yes, it would be a joining of souls through the bond, but the act itself would be a joining of bodies. Surely, there was nothing so simple as that.
The door shut quietly behind him, leaving them in soft intimacy. It was rare that Milan could scent himself, but it was as if he were borrowing Raphael’s senses, seeing through his dilated eyes: his dark skin teasingly covered by the shift, the flora of his scent blooming from him, calling out to the Alpha in a primordial voice.
“I know we have our differences,” Raphael started, making Milan jump slightly, “but I want this to be good for you. If…have you ever done this before?”
“No,” Milan said simply.
Raphael swallowed. “If I do anything you don’t like, please. Tell me.”
Touched, Milan arched an eyebrow as he smiled. “Even in our brief time knowing each other, have you known me to do anything else?”
Instead of the frown he was half expecting at the reminder of Milan’s wilfulness, he was rewarded with another of Raphael’s small smiles.
“No.”
Silence. Heat, anticipation. Then Raphael was moving towards him. Milan was rooted to the spot.
Slowly, Raphael took his hand and lifted it until it brushed against his lips. Raphael closed his eyes. His breath was a suggestion on Milan’s skin as Raphael scented him. Milan couldn’t help the shiver that ran down his spine, the heat that flared inside him.
When Raphael opened his eyes, his fingers wrapped lightly around Milan’s wrist. As if it were a sign he had always known, Milan stepped forwards until there was almost no space between them. The night and cold and party raging downstairs were inconsequential. All that existed were Raphael and him.
Milan couldn’t help but gasp as lips pressed softly against his. Raphael did not take advantage of his parted lips, pulling away for only a moment before granting another kiss. It was a wonder how that mouth could be so gentle. Milan’s closed eyelids fluttered.
When their lips started moving, it was as if they knew a dance Milan wasn’t aware he’d been taught. His previous kisses had not been like this: a sweet tension, an inescapable heat. Raphael’s scent was heady, rich, and Milan felt himself sway with it.
At the first hint of wetness, Raphael’s tongue smoothing slowly over his bottom lip, slipping inside the warm breath of his mouth, Milan couldn’t stop himself from raising his hands and clinging to the front of Raphael’s shirt. He opened his mouth to let Raphael in further, but he barely licked inside, a tease that had Milan only wanting more.
That seemed to be the invitation Raphael needed. He moved closer, making Milan wrap his arms around Raphael’s neck so they could fit together. Even that wasn’t enough, the warmth of Raphael’s hands suddenly scorching below Milan’s shift, brushing against the back of his thighs, his ass, his back. Milan made a broken, desperate noise as heat and want flared wildly inside him. He could feel the wetness drip between his legs.
Yes. Maybe this would be very simple after all.
Milan squawked with indignation as he was suddenly lifted, his legs wrapping around Raphael’s waist, but the noise ended in a laugh. There was a certain amount of tradition in being carried to bed, despite any objections Milan might have been able to make at the thought of Omegas needing to pass a threshold on anything but the power of their own two legs. Still, when he was placed on the bed, everything was soft beneath and hard above him, and he was lost.
They looked at each other for a moment as Raphael caged him with his body. His face was flushed slightly, blue eyes bright. His lips were wet from Milan’s mouth, and a shiver of need went through him.
Milan almost reached for him when Raphael sat back, his hands landing with intent on Milan’s thighs. Milan could barely breathe at the feel of them, so much larger than his own. His heart was pounding against every inch of his sensitive skin, and out of his mouth trembled a moan as the hands started moving.
Up, excruciatingly slow, but up. The shift was dragged along as Raphael’s calloused hands moved across the length of his thighs. Milan’s cock, already obscenely hard, was revealed, and he did not know if the exposure was embarrassing or freeing. He did not have time to think, however, as Raphael’s hands continued. They grasped his hips, his waist, the cage of his ribs. Thumbs brushed against dark nipples, making Milan gasp and clutch at the white sheets beneath him at the mere intimacy of it. Milan had one moment to take in Raphael’s smile before he bent forwards, hot breath against Milan’s chest before his tongue came out to lick at one of the sensitive nubs.
“Oh, oh.” Milan arched his body, clutching at the back of Raphael’s shirt. At the hint of teeth, one of his hands pulled at Raphael’s hair, not knowing if he wanted more or less. Milan had always been abnormally sensitive there and was used to teasing them when he sought his own pleasure.
“Raphael. Raphael, please,” Milan said, having no idea what he was asking for, but sure he needed it.
Raphael must have known, because he pulled away, untangling himself from Milan’s arms and raising them so he could take the shift off.
Just like that, Milan was completely nude.
For a moment, Raphael simply looked. His hands were pressed into the bed on either side of Milan’s head, his body an arch over the pulsing river of brown, glowing skin.
Milan had never known vulnerability could feel like this. Breathless, wanting. He had forgotten every wrong Raphael had done. There was only his soft touch and heated gaze left.
“Don’t leave me at a disadvantage,” Milan managed to say, pulling at Raphael’s shirt.
They undressed him together, Milan taking advantage of every exposed inch of skin. It was the first real act of complete synchronicity, except for kissing, perhaps. Maybe they would know each other through their bodies.
