She's struggling to stay with him. He can feel it in the way her claws dig into his skin and the tension that rockets through her body as he moves, so wildly different from the writhing serpent she usually becomes when he's inside her. She shouldn't be thinking of anything else. Or anyone. The idea that he might be competing at a time like this in any way with--
Omega only just bites back a dangerous sound that would have changed the mood between them much faster.
He would never -- never -- voluntarily trade his pleasure for her sanity. He wouldn't take a single goddamn thing for himself if it meant she would lose something of hers, let alone a vital piece of herself already put through such hell. She told him to do this, but he shouldn't have listened, he should have gotten control of himself, he isn't this animal anymore... Finally, enough reason penetrates the tornado of primal desire for Omega to grasp it. Wood cracks under his claws like a gunshot, and his arm tightens across her hips, and then he pulls her away from the tree.
Omega only takes a few steps back and then sinks straight down to his knees on the cool earth. Both arms are folded close around Blue now, and Omega sits back on his heels with her straddling his lap and for a moment he just... holds her. He doesn't move, even though he's still buried inside her and the heat of her body might disintegrate him. He only touches his forehead to hers and slides a hand into her hair, while he tries to catch his breath, and even before he manages to do that much he kisses her again, demanding that she bring her attention back to him.
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Omega only just bites back a dangerous sound that would have changed the mood between them much faster.
He would never -- never -- voluntarily trade his pleasure for her sanity. He wouldn't take a single goddamn thing for himself if it meant she would lose something of hers, let alone a vital piece of herself already put through such hell. She told him to do this, but he shouldn't have listened, he should have gotten control of himself, he isn't this animal anymore... Finally, enough reason penetrates the tornado of primal desire for Omega to grasp it. Wood cracks under his claws like a gunshot, and his arm tightens across her hips, and then he pulls her away from the tree.
Omega only takes a few steps back and then sinks straight down to his knees on the cool earth. Both arms are folded close around Blue now, and Omega sits back on his heels with her straddling his lap and for a moment he just... holds her. He doesn't move, even though he's still buried inside her and the heat of her body might disintegrate him. He only touches his forehead to hers and slides a hand into her hair, while he tries to catch his breath, and even before he manages to do that much he kisses her again, demanding that she bring her attention back to him.