8
Kyle
It waslike his whole life had done a 180. Kyle had gone from being miserable to the happiest he’d ever been.
He would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t still have nightmares about his days in the old omega breeding facility, but recently they were few and far between. They had diminished when King Killian had the site torn down and rebuilt. He had even invited Kyle to watch the demolition take place, as a way to come to peace with the situation.
But everything was different now. He had his own home, not cramped quarters with other omegas who were only useful as breeding stock. He shuddered and forced the bad memories out of his mind. He wanted to focus on the good. Like his baby.
My baby,he thought with a sharp sensation of giddiness. It was still too early in his pregnancy to feel any sort of kicking or even morning sickness, but Kyle thought he might just make up for that with the excitement and anxiety.
A million thoughts raced through his mind. What would they name the baby? What would their first word be? What would they look like? More like Stark, or more like Kyle?
Kyle was lost in his fantasies when a knock came at his door. He leapt to his feet and opened it to let Stark in. Stark rushed forward, scooped him up and lifted him off his feet.
Kyle laughed. “Hey! It’s too early to be flying around.”
“Sorry,” Stark said with a grin. “I just get so happy when I see you. I can’t contain myself.”
Kyle beamed and before he knew it he was giggling too. It was like a well of happiness had burst inside him ever since he bumped into Stark at the department store. A whole year he’d waited for this, and now it was finally real. A dream come true.
“We should do something to celebrate,” Stark said as he lowered Kyle gingerly back to the floor. “I know it’s a little late since, well… you’re already pregnant and everything, but I would love to go on a date with you.”
Kyle blushed. “A date?”
“Yep. Just you and me.” Stark smiled, looking embarrassed. “No Chase this time.”
Kyle playfully rolled his eyes. “Oh, good.” He chuckled and then sighed. “I hope he’s doing alright. Did you at least let him down easy?”
“Of course. He’ll be okay, he’s a strong willed guy,” Stark said. “Besides, I have a feeling it won’t be long before some alpha comes by and scoops him up. Speaking of scooping someone up…”
Kyle gasped and giggled as Stark picked him up under the armpits and snuggled him into the bed. At first the alpha’s kisses were playful, but within moments they had turned more tender and sensual. Stark slipped a hand down Kyle’s chest and over his stomach, letting it rest there.
“What are you doing?” Kyle mumbled.
“Nothing,” Stark said. “Just enjoying my time with you.”
“I see.” Kyle closed his eyes and leaned back against the pillow. “Take your time, then.”
“Oh, I will.”
Stark kissed up and down the length of Kyle’s neck, peppering little nips and licks until he reached his collarbone. Kyle arched his back slightly and twisted his hands into Stark’s hair. He lazily let his fingers run through the alpha’s scruffy hair and down his neck, finding the knobs of his spine and strong muscles.
The alpha became more adventurous in his movements. His fingers found Kyle’s nipple and squeezed it gently, enough to provoke a light gasp from the omega.
Kyle’s hips tilted up gently as Stark chewed delicately at the skin of his shoulder. Stark rolled the omega’s nipple between the pads of his thumb and forefinger, and Kyle let out another eager, helpless whine. His hand slipped back down to wrap around Kyle’s side, and he moved back up to kiss him hard again, and again, and again. Stark was all over him, teeth on lips and tongue on teeth. He murmured affectionately into Kyle’s mouth, the larger man keeping his lips pressed hard on the omega’s even as he ground one thigh up in between Kyle’s legs.
Kyle’s gasp hitched and broke into a long moan as Stark’s knee rubbed into him unexpectedly, grinding against his already hardening cock. He threw his arms around his mate’s broad, powerful shoulders, desperate to pull him closer, like Stark was going anywhere. In response, the alpha gripped him by the ribs harder and pulled Kyle up into him, forcefully arching his back and pushing him down harder against Stark’s leg. At this angle, their erections brushed into one another, and the contact sent shocks up his body. Stark was already as hard as he was - maybe even more so, judging from the way he was pulling Kyle around, hungrily moving his mouth across every inch of the whimpering omega he could reach. Kyle curled his fingers through Stark’s hair, and reached one hand down to move their cocks together again.
Stark shifted gently, changing the angle of his hips, and reached down to place his hand over Kyle’s own. Every one of his touches felt like sparks shot into Kyle’s skin, pooling together into the nearly unbearable heat growing in the pit of his stomach. Stark’s larger hand pressed against Kyle’s, wrapping both their palms around their erections and pressing them together gently. The sensation of it almost tipped the omega over the edge then and there, and he gasped again.
“Shh, shh,” Stark murmured, and pressed their foreheads together tenderly. “There’s my boy,” he crooned. Kyle whimpered and opened his mouth to say something, but before he could get even a single word out Stark tightened his hand around their cocks and rocked his hips forward. The underside of his thick cock, already becoming slick with precum, rubbed along Kyle’s length, and the omega saw stars. He ground his hips up again, bucking into their hands shamelessly. Kyle’s head was starting to swim, his pheromones overwhelming him. The omega slipped his hand out from under Stark’s and found a place on his mate’s hip. Stark released his grip to do the same, hooking his hand underneath Kyle’s ass and digging in his nails gently. Kyle spread his legs and tried to drag his mate’s hips down, desperately angling to try to push Stark’s cock into him.
“Please,” he breathed. “I want you in me so - so bad.” The words stumbled out like he was in a fever - and he might as well have been, the headiness of his early pregnancy hormones acting like an aphrodisiac and clouding his head. Stark paused and pulled his head back away slightly, looking down at Kyle’s face. He regarded his mate with a warm expression, so tender it was hard to put into words.
“Baby, I want to treat you right now. I want to spoil my boyfriend,” he rumbled. “My sweet little omega.” Despite the almost painful arousal threatening to overwhelm all his rational senses, the words still made Kyle’s heart feel like it was going to swell until it burst with love. The alpha moved his hand from Kyle’s hips to gently stroke his cheek, and Kyle tiled his head into the touch. He kissed Stark’s fingers, and Stark leaned down to tenderly peck him on the lips again. “I love you,” he said, and dipped his head down.
“I love you too, baby,” Kyle moaned as the alpha’s breath ghosted down his chest, past his ribs. Stark paused to press his lips against the flat plane of his stomach - a kiss for the baby, too, Kyle thought to himself - and then his mate continued downward.
