Vincent
I didn’t remove my hand from Charles’ head. Not because I wanted to control him, but I needed to remind myself that this wasn’t the Omega’s will to kneel before me.
He may be trained to cater to my needs, no matter what they were, but I wasn’t inhumane. I wanted his submission, I wanted him to enjoy it, but not in force.
A part of my mind whispered that this wasn’t right. That asking Charles to stay like this wasn’t something I should want. But the quieter part, the one I usually ignored, stirred. It told me this was exactly what I needed.
Not for gratification, but for grounding.
I’d had partners before, people who thought stillness was just a prelude, something to rush through on the way to more. But that was never the point.
I wasn’t chasing pleasure. I was chasing presence. The kind of moment where control didn’t mean dominance, but trust. Where silence wasn’t empty, but shared.
Charles didn’t push. Didn’t try to take the moment somewhere I hadn’t asked it to go. He simply stayed, head resting gently against my thigh, eyes closed, breathing steadily. Every so often, a reflexive swallow. But no pressure. No expectation.
Just quiet acceptance. And in that stillness, I felt something settle inside me that hadn’t been there for a very long time
“Beautiful boy.”
Charles sighed at my words, as though he needed to hear how good he was. And he was good. So well trained that it was scary and sad at the same time.
He was a sight to behold, too. Kneeling before me, posture relaxed in a perfect pose that I hoped didn’t strain his back.
I didn’t want to break the moment, fearing the outcome that’d follow.
Before I could come up with what to do, let the boy stay as long as he wanted right there, or order him to stop before he questioned why I wasn’t getting hard, my phone rang. The chime echoed loudly around the room.
Charles didn’t jerk, but he did shuffle closer, as though he feared I’d make him stop. Or maybe his knees were getting sore, but before I could tell him to let go, he settled once more against me, as close as he possibly could get.
With a quick glance at the name on my screen, it was my turn to sigh. Of course he’d call.
“Moore.” My voice was more annoyed than pleased. Not at him, but at myself for reasons I couldn’t say.
“Hey, Vince. How’d the night go? Adrian demanded I call and ask.”
“Nosey much?” I huffed through my nose, settling back against the couch more, my hand never leaving Charles’ head.
“Me? Never.”Liar,I thought. “So?”
“Went fine.” I hadn’t expected much. Charles behaved like I heard all Omegas behaved from that house. They didn’t do more than they were told to do.
“That’s it? Justfine?”
“Yes.” We slept in different rooms. I hadn’t heard him get up at all, nor had he tried to escape. Not that I expected him to.
“You’re on speaker. Adrian wants to talk.”
Of course he did. I think my best friend spoiled his Omega a little too much.
“Hey. How’s Charlie? Can I talk to him? I want-“
“Adrian.” Moore’s tone was clipped in warning.
“He’s a bit busy, so he can’t answer.” I was pretty sure that Charles wasn’t even aware of what was going on right at that moment. He hadn’t moved other than to breathe, still relaxed. “He’s perfectly fine. Content, doing what he’s doing right now. You can talk to him later, if you’d like.”
“Oh. Okay. I guess…I’ll….” Adrian trailed off, dejected.
“We are in a private moment, one that I won’t share to nosey friends.” I’ve always been more private, and that wasn’t going to change. “And just because you may know about what I like doesn’t mean I’ll share outside of club times.”
