He didn’t know how Stark managed it, to be so calm and collected even when he was this aroused. Stark nosed downward to Kyle’s groin, and, gripping Kyle’s ribs, took the head of his omega’s length into his mouth. Without even thinking, Kyle jerked his hips upward, his precum-slick cock sliding easily through the warmth of Stark’s lips and almost shoving all the way into the alpha’s mouth. Stark, seeming entirely unfaded, responded by pushing his head down further, effortlessly as could be, until his nose was buried in the curls of hair leading down Kyle’s stomach. Stark pulled back up quickly, his tongue dragging a long wet stripe as he went, and the head of the omega’s cock popped wetly from his lips.
Kyle gasped and knotted his hands in Stark’s hair hard, trying to push his mouth back down, desperate for Stark’s lips to be on him again, anywhere at all. He was so good at this, so unfairly good, it was hard to talk or even breathe. Stark obligingly bobbed his head back down. Kyle’s cock was throbbing so hard he felt certain that Stark must be able to feel the blood pulsing through it. The alpha lapped gently at his dick, pulling back and leaning back down again agonizingly slowly. For a moment, the only sound in the room was Kyle’s heavy, irregular breathing, and the obscene noises of Stark’s mouth moving on him. He looked beautiful, Kyle thought, gazing up at him, even with his mouth smeared with the mess of his own saliva and Kyle’s precum. Especially like that.
The omega’s whole body trembled and shook as Stark continued to suck him off. He gripped Kyle’s ass firmly in one hand, and pressed the other hard on his chest. Kyle arched is chest up again, and gasped as his sensitive nipples brushed Stark’s rough hands. Stark cut him a quick look, eyebrow arched, and brought his fingers back to the omega’s nipple once more. He rubbed the joint of his thumb against Kyle at the same time as Stark swirled his tongue along the underside of his dick, and a moan so high pitched it was almost a scream ripped out of Kyle’s mouth. It was so much, it was so much and at the same time not enough, Stark was moving so slowly - and at the same time, so roughly.
Just as Kyle was reaching the brink of orgasm, Stark moved his hand from his mate’s chest and lifted his head away from Kyle’s cock.
“N - no,” the omega panted, so hoarse from his moans and cries he was barely able to speak. “Please let me come, baby, please.” Stark smiled warmly. “Don’t tease,” Kyle added in a whiny voice. “I’m pregnant, you can’t be mean to me.” His mate chucked throatily, and he shifted to kneel over Kyle. Stark gently spread the omega’s knees, straddling his lap with Kyle’s legs. He leaned forward and kissed Kyle again, deep and tender, swirling his tongue into his mate’s mouth. “Please,” Kyle mumbled again into Stark’s mouth. He felt the alpha’s lips curve up into a smile against his, and Stark leaned back again.
Before Kyle could beg again, or even ask what he was doing, he felt something unexpectedly press up against his entrance, and before the omega could even figure out what was happening Stark had gently pressed a finger into him. The omega crooned and ground back against the pressure, and it effortlessly slipped in straight up to the third knuckle. “Yesss,” Kyle hissed, and Stark pulled back slightly, then pushed forward again while adding another finger. Again, it went into Kyle with barely any resistance. Stark hooked his fingers up gently, and the change in pressure inside him made an unbelievably obscene noise loose itself from the omega’s lips. His hands balled into fists in the bedsheets, his body twisting back and forth as Stark began to rock his hand back and forth against him, fingers sliding in and out with a firm, steady rhythm.
The pressure in Kyle’s stomach had been coiling relentlessly, threatening to tear his small frame apart for so long, and with every time Stark pumped his fingers into the omega he could feel himself coming closer at last to orgasm. Kyle’s mate leaned over him, eyes fixed intently on what he was doing. Kyle un-knotted his hands from the bedspread, and reached up to caress Stark’s face weakly. His fingers unsteadily brushed along his mate’s jaw, his hair, the strong yoke of his shoulders. Stark glanced up again to him, and shot him that gentle smile that kept melting his heart into pieces.
The alpha moved his free hand to Kyle’s cock, and began to steadily pump it to the same rhythm that he was fucking his mate. The pressure and the pleasure were too much, and before more than even a few minutes had passed Kyle finally tipped over the edge and came with a cry, convulsing violently as he came into Stark’s hand and onto his own stomach. The mind of the omega, so strung out from being so pent up and teased, went completely blank with the force of the orgasm. Kyle’s ears were ringing, and he was only distantly aware of Stark quickly getting himself off, then moving to clean up after the both of them. When Stark came back in with a washcloth to gently wipe the come off of his stomach - and some on his chest, too, wow - the dazed, exhausted omega was already beginning to slip off to sleep. Kyle’s mate crawled over across him, and settled down onto the bed. Stark looped an arm around his shoulders, and the tired smaller man obligingly cuddled up into his chest. He was big and warm and when Kyle pressed his head against him he could still feel how fast Stark’s heart was beating from their sex and, to be honest, he was a little pleased with himself. Even if Stark was much better at keeping his composure, it gave him more than a little satisfaction knowing how much pleasure his loved one got from sex with him. Kyle rested an arm around his stomach, thinking about the baby that was already beginning to grow in him. Excited didn’t even begin to cover how he felt, he though to himself as Stark pressed tired kisses into the top of his head.
“I love you, baby,” he mumbled sleepily. Stark chuckled and buried his face into his mate’s hair.
“Love you too,” the alpha replied.
Kyle let out a quiet sigh of contentment and snuggled more tightly up into Stark. Before long, the both of them had drifted off to sleep, tangled around each other in a tangled mess of limbs.
