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And now Bruiser was sleeping in the same bed, wrapped up around him.

Uriel hadn’t even known that Bruiser could cuddle in his sleep.

This is so fucking weird.

It felt like some kind of alternate reality, where Bruiser was nice to him. Where Bruiser was holding him like he was wanted, like he was a treasured omega.

Uriel swallowed roughly, feeling on edge and incredulous. Any time now, the other shoe was going to drop.

Do I run?

He almost did. Except the feeling of safety made him hesitate.

He had never had anything like this. With Bruiser wrapped around him like an extra layer of protection, Uriel felt as though nothing could get to him, and he didn’t have to rely on himself to be safe.

And maybe, for once in his life, Uriel wanted to slow down and wrap himself in that feeling.

Carefully, he relaxed into Bruiser’s arms. He felt the slow rise and fall of Bruiser’s chest, the warm puff of breath in his hair. Bruiser’s torso was a solid wall against his back, his legs tucked behind Uriel’s.

And his hips...

There was something long and hard wedged between Uriel’s asscheeks, separated from him by two thin layers of clothing.

Uriel blushed hotly, torn between moving away, and staying right where he was.

They had not discussed cuddling. Bruiser hadn’t agreed to this. But if his arm was trapping Uriel in place, if Uriel pretended to be asleep... Then maybe things could stay like this until Bruiser woke up?

Uriel lay still for several long minutes, until Bruiser made a low noise behind him. The alpha tightened his arm around Uriel’s waist. Instead of stopping, he nuzzled Uriel’s hair and pressed himself more snugly against Uriel’s back, rolling his hips to wedge his cock deeper between Uriel’s cheeks.

Uriel grew hot, grew wet. Maybe he should leave now, but—

This all felt really good. If he closed his eyes, he could pretend he was a desirable omega being cuddled. He could pretend that Bruiser actually wanted him, he could pretend that he was hot enough to fuck.

Bruiser rolled on top of him, thrusting more insistently. Uriel bit his lip and tried not to moan. He was slick. If Bruiser shoved down their underwear, he could slide his cock between Uriel’s cheeks and push into his hole.

Bruiser kept thrusting, the pressure of his cock so sinful that Uriel throbbed.

It had been a long time since Bruiser was inside him. Uriel still remembered the thickness of his cock, the way it had hit his prostate and made his toes curl.

If Bruiser kept going for just a little longer, if he didn’t wake up... Maybe Uriel could reach down and jerk off.

The alpha gasped. Then his breathing changed and his thrusts slowed—he was waking up.

Fuck. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.

Uriel’s face burned. I should’ve gotten out of bed while I could.

He could still preserve his dignity. If he cast a spell, maybe he could buy himself some time.

“Fuck,” Bruiser said, releasing Uriel suddenly. “Uriel?”

Uriel tried not to feel the crushing disappointment. Awake, Bruiser would never want him, not like this. No alpha did.

“Are you—Were you awake? Fuck, did I—?” Bruiser threw himself across the bed, putting some distance between them. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to. I was asleep. Fuck.”

Uriel couldn’t bring himself to say, Come back here and continue what you were doing. They didn’t have that kind of relationship.

“It’s fine,” he said tightly. “Don’t worry about it.”