Colin reached back between his own thighs, found himself slick, and took Diwa inside him in one long downward press that emptied the breath out of them both. Colin let his weight carry him down until he was seated flush against Diwa’s pelvis, his thighs on either side of Diwa’s waist. He sat there, his hands braced on Diwa’s chest, and felt his body adjust around the thickness of his alpha while Diwa’s pulse hammered away under his palms.
Then he began to move with a deep, grinding roll of his hips that kept Diwa buried to the root while they pressed together as close as two bodies could get. They lay chest to chest, his mouth against Diwa’s jaw. His hands slid up to cup the back of Diwa’s neck.
Diwa’s eyes were open and soft. His hands had moved from Colin’s hips to the small of his back, pulling Colin tight against him, and his breathing had gone shallow and ragged againstColin’s mouth. Diwa’s glazed look from earlier was gone; his alpha was now fully in the moment with him.
The wet sound of Colin’s slick filled the dark room with every movement. When Diwa’s hips tried to push up, Colin pressed him down with his weight and held him there.
“Stay still,” Colin said, against his mouth. “Let me take care of you.” Diwa obeyed him. His fingers dug into the muscle of Colin’s lower back.
Colin tightened around his alpha and felt Diwa’s knot starting to swell at the base, thick and insistent. Instead of pulling off the way he sometimes did, Colin sank deeper, taking the swell of it inside him and clenching down hard as Diwa came with his face pressed into the crook of Colin’s neck and both arms locked around his back.
Colin held him through it. The alpha’s knot pulsed inside him, tying them together in the dark, and he kept his mouth against Diwa’s temple. Diwa’s breathing slowed, and his arms loosened around Colin, but didn’t let go.
“Better?” Colin asked.
Diwa’s laugh was muffled against his collarbone. “Yeah.”
Colin kissed his hair, settled more comfortably into his lap with the knot still holding them locked together, and reached for the water on the nightstand. He drank half of it and held the bottle to Diwa’s mouth until Diwa drank the rest.
“Tomorrow,” Colin said, screwing the cap back on. “You’re eating breakfast before you leave. I don’t care what time your meetings start.”
“Mm.”
“I mean it, Diwa.”
“Mm.”
The bottle went back on the nightstand. Colin pressed his forehead against his alpha’s and waited for the knot to release.
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Hecame back to himself slowly. Diwa’s weight settled against his side, the alpha’s mouth working its way down his cheek to the hinge below his ear. Light pushed in past the edges of the curtains.
Diwa’s lips moved up to his temple. “Do you trust me, Colin?”
Colin opened one eye to look at Diwa. “Are you gonna ask about the rimming thing again?”
Diwa laughed against his hairline. “No, Colin. I’m not asking about the rimming thing.”
“Good. Because that’s not going to happen. I’m not a prude, but no.”
“Noted. Now, I just need you to get dressed so I can take you somewhere nice. I’ve had your things packed. All you need to do is brush your teeth, change, and come with me.”
The bed was beautifully soft and Diwa comfortingly warm and heavy against his back. The idea of standing up, finding shoes, and being taken somewhere outside this beautiful cocoon of a room felt like an actively hostile outcome. So he shut both eyes against Diwa’s suggestion.
“Colin.”
“Mm.”
“Colin, please.”
“What time is it?”
“Quarter to six.”
Colin made a sound from somewhere deep in his soul. It was not a happy sound. Diwa’s hand slid up his spine and back down.“Colin.” Diwa kissed the curve of his shoulder. “I promise you’ll like the surprise.”
“You said that about the light therapy lamp.”
