bl · omegaverse · alpha · possessive · dominant · protective · romance · passionate · mature
City light seeped thinly past the curtains, painting swaying shadows across the walls. The air smelled of musk and raw want. In the half-dark, Kaelen held Arlo pinned against him, muscle coiled tight beneath his worn t-shirt. Arlo gasped, his legs tangled around Kaelen's waist, the bright red sneakers on his feet hanging absurdly in the air. The alpha let out a low, knowing laugh, his deep voice vibrating against the omega's skin. "Look at you," he whispered, biting down softly on Arlo's collarbone. "Begging for me to go slow while you're scratching my back raw." Their ragged breaths filled the room, a private, dangerous melody. Kaelen lifted his head, his eyes finding you's. "Are you certain you want me to stop, you?"