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Somehow, sitting in the bathroom with Bruiser, watching their daughter play... This was more peaceful than Uriel would’ve thought. He didn’t say anything about it, though. It was still too soon to show Bruiser his soft underbelly.

Not long after, Cassie began to slow down, her eyelids drooping.

“Time to get her ready for her nap,” Uriel said.

Bruiser handed him Cassie’s towel. He watched as Uriel dried and dressed her, then stuck around when Uriel rocked her to sleep.

Finally, Uriel straightened, their daughter settled and napping in her playpen.

“You were great.” Bruiser stepped forward, licking his lips.

“Two hours,” Uriel said. “That’s roughly how much time we have.”

“Time to make you feel pretty.” Bruiser’s gaze darkened. He snagged Uriel’s hand and led him to the bedroom. “Here, sit down.”

Uriel sat at the foot of the bed, gaping when Bruiser knelt in front of him. “Do you make a habit of kneeling for omegas?”

“No. You’re definitely a special case.” Bruiser’s smile grew warmer; he gently grasped Uriel’s calves and kissed his knees. Uriel’s breath hitched. But Bruiser didn’t stop there; he kissed up Uriel’s thighs and gathered Uriel’s shirt in his hands, sliding it up slowly. With each inch of exposed skin, Bruiser laid down more gentle kisses. It didn’t seem to matter whether Uriel’s skin was scarred; Bruiser treated it the same, kissing up Uriel’s body, up his belly and abs, to his pecs and nipples.

“I’m—not in heat,” Uriel blurted, his chest tight.

“And?” Bruiser kept on kissing. He wasn’t trying to arouse Uriel; he gave Uriel’s nipples quick pecks and slid his shirt off, kissing across Uriel’s shoulders and down each arm. He took Uriel’s hands and kissed his knuckles, then each fingertip. “Every omega is special, you know,” Bruiser said quietly, his lips soft on Uriel’s skin. He looked into Uriel’s eyes. “You have suffered, and you have come out on the other side of that suffering. You’ve made yourself into someone admirable, powerful and capable.

“I know you have scars from that. I know you don’t look like other omegas, and that you don’t like how you look now. This is me telling you that you’re beautiful anyway, now and in the future, no matter what bodily changes you may go through. I’ll think of you as someone beautiful, until you can see yourself that way.”

Uriel’s throat tightened. “You can’t just think that.”

“You can’t tell me what to do.”

“Fuck off.”

“Nope.” Bruiser grinned a toe-curling smile and set aside Uriel’s shirt. Then he hooked his fingers into Uriel’s waistband, the heat of his hands soaking into Uriel’s skin. “Up. Let me get these off.”

Uriel lifted his hips, his heart pattering when Bruiser stripped him and left him entirely bare.

“Here.” Bruiser handed him two tissue-wrapped packages. “Pick one and put it on.”

Without his clothes, Uriel felt naked. But Bruiser sat back and watched him patiently, his large hands wrapped around Uriel’s ankles. He carefully stroked Uriel’s calves and squeezed them, turning his touches into a slow massage.

“You make this hard,” Uriel grumbled.

Bruiser grinned; his gaze dropped to Uriel’s crotch. “Not yet.”

Uriel scowled, his face heating up. He hid his self-consciousness by fumbling open the wrapped panties.

They were both lightweight, delicate mesh that showed more than they hid. Uriel pulled on the dark red pair, blushing as its silkiness swept up his calves and inner thighs to nestle against his crotch. It was held up by three thin straps on each hip, patterned lace framing his cock and balls, leaving an expanse of plain mesh stretched over his sensitive parts. They hid nothing.

Uriel’s cock swelled under Bruiser’s attention.

“That’s hot,” Bruiser growled, his voice dipping lower. “C’mon, stand up and let me see how it shows off your ass.”

“You should wear yours,” Uriel said, but he was already standing, warmth blooming in his belly.

Bruiser stood, swiftly shucking off his clothes. He pulled on his own lace thong, the bright pink standing out against his skin, wrapping snugly around his big cock and balls. Huge lace butterflies adorned the narrow strips of lace at his hips. “Ugh, it went up my crack.”

“I told you it was like butt floss.”

“It feels weird.” Bruiser frowned.