Riggs was impressed at the speed at which Thomas was absorbing his world. There was still some uncertainty, but nothing major. He accepted the bond and everything it entailed. He also knew what a beloved was and fully grasped the importance and sacred nature of the title.
Thomas didn’t fight it and didn’t try to scrutinize the flood of new world information he was receiving too closely. He filed things away where they fit and kept going. He trusted himself, and he was starting to trust Riggs. The process of discovery was going smoothly so far, although they still had a way to go.
Thomas was still asleep, snoring softly, his head lying on Riggs' chest. Riggs took his phone and ordered coffee and donut delivery. He wanted to have something there for him when he woke. After about twenty minutes, he slid out of bed without waking Thomas and put on his jeans before going to the door. The delivery was about five minutes away.
He'd gotten the bags from the hallway and was placing them on the dining room table when Thomas stepped out of the bedroom. He was just in his briefs, and his hair was a mess, but a beautiful one. He looked relieved when he saw Riggs.
"I thought you left." The statement was sad and struck Riggs like a punch. He quickly crossed the room, pulled Thomas into his arms, and held him close.
"I'm here, sweetheart. I will always be here." He said and kissed him hard, going deep and eating away all the insecurities that had tried to take over. "I ordered coffee and donuts. Why don't you wash up and come have some breakfast with me?"
Thomas looked up at him with that sweet smile he'd used on him repeatedly last night, and it worked its magic. His heart melted, and he knew for a fact that there wasn't anything in this world that he would not do for this sweet young man.
"The coffee smells good," Thomas said and stepped back, but did not release him immediately. He slowly let his hands drop, letting his fingers glide down Riggs' sides. Their eyes locked, and Riggs could feel the air stirring and the heat rising around them. He could not let him go.
He grabbed him suddenly and spun him around. Thomas was shocked for a moment, but he quickly caught up. Riggs pushed him against the back of the leather couch and bent him over. Thomas went willingly. He pulled his ass up a little higher and pushed him further over until Thomas was steadying himself with his hands on the cushions. It was awkward for Thomas, but it gave Riggs full access to that perfect pert little ass.
Breathing grew heavy, turning into excited pants. He had to have him now; there was no waiting, as a wave of lust washed over him, blinding him to everything apart from getting inside his luscious little man. He looped his thumb in the waistband of Thomas' briefs, and they were gone in an instant, leaving the smooth, bare flesh naked for his adoration.
Riggs placed one hand in the middle of Thomas's back, keeping him bent forward, and held his hip with the other as he plunged his hard, throbbing cock into Thomas's waiting hole. He was still stretched and welcoming from their lovemaking last night, and Riggs slid in like he was going home.
Thomas took him in easily, stretching and accommodating and eating him to his base. It was hot and sensitive and sent a wave of sharp pleasure reverberating through his system.
No other love had ever affected him the way Thomas could. He took him apart and lit every molecule on fire. The pleasure was stunning and never-ending; it only grew sharper with each union. He slammed inside again, filling him and forcing him forward. Thomas groaned and panted and asked for more.
Riggs gripped both cheeks, red and tender from his ministrations, and squeezed them, massaging and gently pulling them apart. He continued to ram his hardened cock inside over and over, slapping flesh and forcing groans until the very air was charged and snapping with intensity of their union.
He lifted Thomas off his feet and drove deep inside the tight embrace of his hot, velvety channel. He felt the sweat trickling down the center of his back, and he felt the explosion building, and then he came full and hard. His body shook with the power of his climax, and he threw back his head and gritted his teeth as the sensations roared through him.
He felt Thomas tremble and scented his essence as he, too, came, painting the back of the couch with his seed. Riggs thrust several more times, loving the feel of his beloved’s body wrapped around him. This was perfection. This was the start of a beautiful life. He gradually pulled out and massaged Thomas'tender flesh, soothing and relaxing him before turning him around and pulling him in for a full-body hug.
Thomas was panting, and his heart was racing, but his expression was pure satisfaction and joy. "What a way to start the day." He said, looking up at Riggs with a soft smile. "I want this every day."
"Like I said last night, I'm all yours, sweetheart." Riggs kissed him because he just couldn't resist. "Now go wash up, and I'll pour your coffee." He grabbed his torn briefs from the floor and hurried to the bedroom. Riggs washed up in the kitchen and then got things ready.
Sitting across the morning table with his beloved, drinking coffee, was going to feel so right. He needed to approach the idea of Thomas moving in with him. This place was nice, but his place was bigger, and he needed his beloved close by. He poured their coffee and took a seat.
Thomas was in seventh heaven having Riggs there and having the best sex of his life. He felt a connection that went right to his bones, and the thought of ever losing this man was unthinkable. He had to figure out a way to stay close; either Riggs could move in with him, or he could move in with Riggs. It was forward and way too soon under normal circumstances, but this was not a normal circumstance. This was supernatural, so he could make some bold moves.
He washed up quickly and slipped on sweatpants and a t-shirt, eager to return to Riggs. It was Sunday, and he wondered if Riggs had the day off, and maybe they could hang out together. His heart told him Riggs was there to stay, but his past experiences fought that belief, telling him that everything in this world was temporary.
They sat and had coffee together, and the donut selection was delicious. He ended up having three before deciding that was probably enough. Riggs convinced him to have one more, and it didn't take much convincing. Riggs seemed pleased that he enjoyed their breakfast. He was such a complex man but also seemed to have a lovely heart.
He came across as dark and menacing, but when he smiled, swayed those hips, and looked at Thomas like he was the only man on earth, all hesitation disappeared. Normally, he would be afraid of a man like Riggs, but from the very first, he trusted him, even though he did not know him; he looked into his eyes and trusted him. That was Fate, and that was their bond. He didn't completely understand this road he was on, but as long as Riggs was by his side, he was ready for the journey.
"Tell me about your family," Riggs stated as he refilled their cups.
"I'm pretty much on my own. My parents divorced when I was very young. I haven't seen my father in years. My mother remarried and lives with her husband somewhere in Florida, I think. I have a sister older than me who is married, and I'm not sure where she lives." He realized it sounded rather pathetic, but it was the truth: not all families are picture-perfect.
“How old are you, Thomas?”
“Twenty-four.”
“How long have you been on your own?”
"My mother remarried when I was sixteen. They moved to Florida, and I stayed with a family friend until I was eighteen, and I went off to university. It was a rather sterile relationship; they let me live in their garage apartment, and my stepfather paid the rent. I provided for myself other than that." Thomastook a long sip of his coffee and noticed the hard expression on Riggs's face. Suddenly feeling like he may have said too much.
"I'm not close to my parents either," Riggs stated, and the atmosphere lightened immediately. "They belong to a coven in Washington. I moved around for a while, then petitioned for membership with Master Rose and was accepted. I've been here for fifty-seven years; it's a good place with good leadership. You'll like it here."
