“I won’t touch you,” Hym was quick to say. “But I can’t help but want to. I want to cuddle with you, lie next to you as my body cools down. I want to kiss you, wrap my arms around you and thank you for taking me so deep into your body, for sharing my heat. I want to breathe in your scent and fall asleep with you in my arms. And then wake up and do it all over again.”
“I want that too,” Jamue said. He blinked away the tears that suddenly filled his eyes.
“Shhhh,” Hym slid closer. He lifted his hand to touch him but dropped it down on the bed when Jamue’s eyes widened. “I can’t even comfort you,” he said in frustration.
“I’m here to comfort you, remember?” Jamue laughed, trying to lift the mood.
Hym stared at him, saying nothing.
Jamue blenched. Maybe that wasn’t funny. He bit the inside of his mouth, staring at his chin, unable to hold his gaze.
“What if you touched me?” he said after a few seconds.
“What?” Jamue’s eyes drifted up.
“You get sick when an alpha touch you. Have you ever tried it the other way around?”
Wasn’t it the same thing?
Hym shook his head.
Fuck, did he say that out loud? Jamue touched his lips.
“No, it’s not. If you’re doing the touching, you have the power. You can control the interaction. You can decide how far you want to take it, where you want to touch…” Hym said, his eyes boring into him. “Do you want to try?”
Jamue was intrigued.
His eyes ran down the length of him, taking in his hard chest, dusky nipples, and flat stomach, stopping at the waistband of his sleeping pants where the head of his cock peeked out, pre-cum dotting the slit. He was hard again.
To touch him there, Jamue shivered.
One finger.
Touching him with one finger wouldn’t be so bad, Jamue thought.
He lifted his hand and ran his finger over the alpha's brow to the side of his face.
Hym groaned, following his touch. His hand shook at the feel of his skin. He couldn’t believe he was touching him.
“I’m doing it,” he said with a laugh, awestruck.
The sick feeling wasn't there.
It felt so good to touch him.
Hym smiled, but he could see the strain in his eyes. Jamue looked down at his cock. It looked angry and painful. “Are you okay?”
He shook his head. “I need you again.”
Jamue nodded without hesitation.
“Fuck. You’re so damn perfect,” he growled. Desire burned in his eyes. “On your hands and knees again, baby.” He got off the bed and returned to the lounge chair.
Jamue scrambled to his knees and scooted close to the automated cock, his hole pulsing from need. He buried his head into the sheets, waiting. When he felt the head of the cock, he whimpered into the mattress, remembering the stretch and full feeling he’d felt through the headsets.
He closed his eyes, focusing on it…nothing else…not even the yearning he felt deep inside for Hym.
This is enough, he told himself over and over.