“Why are you standing there? I’ve been waiting for you,” he said with a tiny smile.
Throat tight, Hym tried to speak. “You were?”
He nodded, looking down shyly. “I wanted to help you relax before bed. I thought…I thought it might help with your dreams."
Oh… of course.
He was his companion omega…not his dream omega. He wouldn’t come to him for sex or anything else.
Hym rubbed the back of his neck, feeling stupid and frustrated.
“Give me a minute,” he said, walking to the clothing cubicle. Taking out a change of clothes, he ambled to the washroom.
He closed the door behind him and leaned against it.
“He’s your companion omega. He’s not your mate,” he told himself. He quickly got cleaned up, returned to the room, sat on the bed, and stared at him.
Jamue stared down at his connector and started to read.
The sound of his voice filling his ears, his sweet scent in his lungs, Hym lay down and stared at the omega, taking in his gorgeous face. A lock of black hair fell onto his brow. Hym stared at it, entranced - until he slowly drifted into a deep sleep.
But not for long.
The dream came out of nowhere, plunging him into a world where only he and his omega existed.
His omega’s scent surrounded him, his hands so soft and soothing on his skin – taking away the searing pain that had turned him inside out not long ago. Hym groaned, pulling him closer, but he slipped his fingers, standing a few paces away.
I want you, Hym thought, reaching for him again, blindly.
“Maybe we shouldn’t…” his omega said, concern in his voice.
He was already concerned for him, Hym thought pleased. Even though he didn’t know him, he felt perfect to him - sweet and caring.
He reached for him, desperate.
“I need you,” he told him. “It hurts less when your hands are on me. Imagine how it’d feel when I’m inside you. I won’t hurt anymore.”
Hym pulled him closer, breathing in his delicious scent. But the omega stepped back. He groaned in frustration.
"I need..." he trailed off, walked him to the bed and climbed on.
Hym wasted no time; he got on the bed and slid between his thighs.
Reaching for his hands, he placed them on his chest. He needed his hands on him.
“Don’t stop touching me,” he told him as he leaned down and took his lips in another brain-muddling kiss. His omega arched into him, wanting more.
“I need you,” he begged.
“I know. I need you too,” he said.
He closed his fingers around his cock, stroking him slowly, revelling in the feel of him. He circled the head, wiping pre-cum off the head with his thumb. He brought it to his lips, hungry for a taste.
He sucked on his thumb, groaning as the heady, salty taste exploded on his tongue.
He wanted more of that.
“I’m going to enjoy sucking your cock,” he growled, biting the side of his neck.