Thatnight,Deancrawledinto the nest. It was very comfortable. He sprawled out and idly scrolled on his phone, trying to look as relaxed and nonchalant as possible.
Silas came to bed in a gorgeous deep purple silky slip that was very distracting, especially the way it skimmed over his thighs, falling to just above mid-thigh and therefore teasing a possibility of a flash with every movement.
Silas stopped by the nest, and a puzzled look crossed over his face. He regarded all the cushions and throws as if he wasn’t quite sure what he was looking at.
“Thank you for making this. It’s very comfy!” said Dean hurriedly.
Silas cocked his head. “Are you sure? I don’t know why…”
“Come get into bed!” interrupted Dean, patting the space beside him.
Silas hesitated for a heart stopping moment before grinning and climbing in. He wriggled around for a moment, getting comfy before settling all pressed up to Dean. A sense of great contentment flowed down the mate bond, making Dean’s heart swell with happiness. The nest made Silas happy. Which made Dean suddenly love it too.
Silas seemed happy just snuggling, so Dean continued to scroll on his phone for a while. He was just about to put his phone away and give his mate some attention when he realized that Silas was fast asleep. Dean grinned. The necromancer was using Dean’s chest as a pillow and Dean loved it. Carefully, he reached for the fairy light switch. It was a bit of an awkward stretch to do without disturbing Silas but Dean didn’t mind at all, he even felt proud when he achieved it.
Once the lights were off, the darkness was soothing. The nest was soft and snug. Silas asleep in his arms was bliss. Dean drifted off with a smile on his face and a deep feeling that all was right in the world.
He was awoken in the morning by Silas tickling his ear. Dean groaned sleepily and tried to move away. Sleeping was lovely, he didn’t want it to end. The real world could wait a little longer, he was too warm and cozy to move.
“Wake up!” said Silas petulantly.
“Why? It’s early,” mumbled Dean without opening his eyes. Silas wasn’t usually an early riser, surely he would give in soon and be happy to go back to sleep?
“Because your morning glory looks and smells glorious and I want it.”
Dean suddenly felt very awake. “Jeez, Angel, you don’t have to ask.” He opened his eyes just in time to see Silas give him a truly filthy grin and dive down the bed.
Dean realized he was lying on his back, coverless. He had gotten into the habit of sleeping naked lately, so there was nothing in Silas’s way.
Silas latched onto Dean’s cock as if it were an ice pop and he was dying of thirst. Dean clutched the fluffy throws underneath him and groaned. Concentrating on not bucking Silas off. Damn it felt good. All that hot, wet heat enveloping his cock. It was the very best way to wake up.
Silas continued to lavish his cock with love. Long attentive licks followed by loving suction on the head, before swallowing him whole again. Dean moaned helplessly, completely enthralled. Just as he was about to tell Silas that he was coming, his mate released his cock with a wet plop, only to drift lower and suck one of Dean’s balls into his mouth. Silas gently rolled it around on his tongue and Dean let out a string of swear words and gasps. Silas chuckled with his mouth full and the vibrations nearly tipped Dean over the edge.
Then the necromancer turned his attention to Dean’s other ball. Dean felt his eyes roll back in his head. The waves of bliss were too much. His cock was achingly hard.
“Please ride me!” he spluttered.
Silas released the ball he was gently sucking on. “As you wish, Alpha,” he said in a sultry tone that nearly ended Dean right then and there. He moved up Dean’s body and then hesitated.
Dean had noticed that Silas hadn’t been on top since his thrown heat. They both usually loved the position. Dean adored being so deep inside his mate, whilst looking up at him. He knew Silas enjoyed setting the pace. He grabbed Silas’s hips and pulled him into position. Silas gave a little yelp of surprise, his hands grabbing Dean’s shoulders for balance.
Dean stared up at him with imploring eyes. Silas was still wearing the silky purple slip and the sight of him poised above him wearing it was unbearable. If Silas decided not to ride him, Dean thought he might die.
Lust and desire flared in Silas’s dark eyes. “The way you look at me,” he whispered. Dean said nothing, desperately trying to look at Silas harder. It seemed to work. Silas rose up on his knees, one hand reaching behind him to steady Dean’s cock.
Slowly, holding Dean’s gaze the whole time, the omega took him all until he was fully seated. There wasn’t a lot of slick and Silas’s hole was so tight, Dean worried he was hurting him. His mate wasn’t in heat, and Dean hadn’t touched him in their brief foreplay. But Silas smelled of arousal and need. His cheeks were flushed and satisfaction and desire were the only things shining in his dark eyes.
Dean grunted, seeing stars. Silas set a slow, languorous pace that was sheer torture and complete ecstasy all at the same time.
Dean threw back his head and cried out his joy.
“Give me your knot, Alpha,” commanded Silas.
Groaning helplessly, Dean obliged.
Silas tipped back his head and gasped in pleasure. Dean had never seen a more glorious sight. Dean watched, completely mesmerized as his mate orgasmed. The vision tipped him over the edge into his own peak, and his vision whited out for a long moment. Eventually, he could see again.
And he saw Silas above him, panting. All disheveled and flushed. A dark stain all over the front of his slip. Dean’s cock still deep inside him, held in place by his knot. Dean whimpered and nearly came again.
