Now it’s time to decide what comes next.
The good news is, one of my two plans is starting to take a clearer shape in my mind.
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That evening, as darkness settles in, I crawl into Salt’s bed. He’s lying slightly on his side, probably because the scar underhis arm is bothering him. But when he feels me press in against his back, he lets out a low, faintly vibrating sound of invitation. His hips start to make small, rubbing movements, his ass pushing back against my crotch.
I slide my hand down there. It’s my injured arm, and the scar pulls sharply, but I still need to drag my fingers over his damp opening.
Salt’s body responds instantly, a soft sigh escaping him as my fingertips circle the tight ring of muscle. His body produces slick even more profusely under my teasing touch. Every movement tugs at my wound, a dull ache radiating through my side, but the heat of his body drowns it out. I press one finger in slowly, feeling the way he clenches around it. He shifts just a fraction, his ass grinding back in a lazy rhythm we can manage, careful not to strain our scars that will hopefully be only a memory after this night.
My lips find the nape of his neck, brushing soft kisses over the smooth skin beneath the long strands of his dark blue hair. The scar from my marking bite draws my attention. I suck gently on his neck gland, my tongue tracing the edges of the mark, and Salt lets out a low moan, his body shivering slightly as my breath washes over the scar. It’s obvious he loves this, the light graze of my teeth, as I nip at the spot, not hard, just enough to draw out that throaty sound from him, his hips twitching in response.
"You’re so perfect, Salt… everything about you, I just dig so much!"
He responds with something that vaguely sounds like a short purr, but I don’t dare to ask if he unlocked a new omega skill, since I have more interesting things to do.
With my free hand, that still hurts, I reach around to his front, wrapping my fingers around his hard cock. It’s silky in my palm, already leaking at the tip, and I stroke him with slow pulls. Salt’s breath hitches, his head falling back against myshoulder as I thumb over the head, smearing the precum down the shaft. I cup his balls next, rolling them gently, feeling them tighten under my touch. His nipples are next; I pinch one lightly between my fingers, twisting just enough to make him gasp, then soothe it with a soft rub.
"Salt… Let’s join," I whisper into his ear, and add nothing more for now, as I let my fingers wander down again, toward his entrance.
He whimpers, pushing back as I keep kissing his neck. My own arousal presses insistently against his thigh, my cock hard and leaking. I line myself up with his entrance. Unhurriedly, I nudge the head in, making small circular motions, trying to resist, but the heat of him quickly pulls me forward. Inch by inch, I slide in there, both of us groaning at the stretch.
He’s so tight, gripping me like a glove, and sliding deeper into his body is a heavenly experience. I have to close my eyes and breathe for a moment, trying not to get too heated. As I bottom out, making him gasp a few times, our bodies finally end up spooned close together on the narrow hospital bed.
And so it can start. No wild thrusts or pounding, just this languid rock of my hips, the small space forcing us to savor every subtle shift.
I kiss his neck, cheek, and shoulder as I keep making shallow thrusts that drag along his walls. My hand returns to his cock, stroking him again with leisurely pulls.
"Mi fa nesciri pazzu pi quantu si strittu."(You drive me crazy with how tight you are.)I murmur against his ear. It’s almost as if he understands the words. They make him clench around me.
"I love it when you speak Sicilian to me," he whispers.
His fingers find mine on the bed, intertwining softly.
Salt’s body is a map under my touch; I trail my fingers over his chest, pinching his nipples again, rolling them until he archesjust a bit, careful of the wounds. Then I go back down to his balls, squeezing gently, then up to his shaft, jerking him in time with my slow glides.
He moans louder now, the sound muffled against the pillow, his ass pushing back to meet me. The erotic slowness makes every sensation feel amplified: the wet slide of my cock, the constant throb of his dick. It all builds the bliss.
Then it suddenly spikes, like a spring storm. Salt comes hard, his body going rigid like a bow ready to shoot, his release splattering the sheets as his whole body shudders, his breath hitching. I follow moments later, burying deep with a final thrust, flooding him with my cum.
We stay locked like that through the night, the magic of Joining in its full power, we’re falling asleep, then waking up and continuing the slow sex.
In the quiet of the room, with the world outside forgotten, I can almost feel it, the magic of the healing bond surging between us, repairing us as we sway even in our sleep, still connected, letting it do its job.
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I wake at first light, and it is almost unbelievable that Salt and I are still joined, my cock tucked inside him, nearly fully hard. I know an all-night Joining like this is only possible for True Mates, and now I felt firsthand how it actually works.
I lie there for a moment, savoring the miracle of it. I lift my arm and tense my bicep. Nothing hurts. There is no trace of the gunshot woundat all.
Salt senses the movement behind him and stirs as well, letting out a soft, sleepy murmur. He squints, blinks slowly, still half lost in sleep.
I pull him closer, wrapping my arms around him, and then I catch a new scent, faintly sweet. My fingers brush over damp patches on his chest, and it stuns me. For a second I do not understand, and then it clicks.
Milk.
Salt does not seem to have noticed yet. He only hums softly as my hands keep moving over his chest. My lips warm his neck and cheek, and he mutters something under his breath, "It’s so early… do we really have to get up already…", but my hands refuse to stop.
