~Dan~
I stared at Sky's wide eyes for what felt like a full minute, my thumb still brushing his cheek, heart hammering so loud I swear he could hear it. The word "raw" hung between us, and yeah, sober me would've shut this down fast, talked about risks, protection, the case, everything but drunk me was running on grief and whiskey and the way his scent wrapped around me like a lifeline.
Sky swallowed hard, Adam's apple bobbing. "You... you serious?"
I nodded slowly, voice rough. "Only if you are. No pressure. Say no and we stop. Full stop."
He searched my face, eyes glassy from earlier tears and whatever mix of fear and want was churning in him. Then he exhaled shaky. "Yes. But... gentle? Please? I'm not... I haven't done this before."
The words punched me right in the chest. Gentle. Fuck, of course gentle. I was already treating him like glass in my head, but hearing him ask made it real. "Yeah," I whispered. "Gentle. Promise."
I kissed him again, softer this time, lips brushing slowly on his, coaxing instead of demanding. He melted into it, a small sigh against my mouth, hands sliding up my back . I kept it easy tongue just tracing his, no rush, letting him set the pace. When he opened wider I followed, not pushing, just matching.
"Bed," I murmured against his lips. "I want you to be comfortable."
He nodded quickly, cheeks flushed. We stumbled the last few steps, me walking him backward careful, hands on his hips steadying him so he didn't trip. At the edge of the mattress I stopped, pulled back enough to look at him. "Shirt off?"
"Yeah." His voice cracked a little. He lifted his arms like a kid, and I peeled it over his head slowly, careful not to snag his hair. Fuck, his skin was warm, soft in places, lean muscle under. I tossed the shirt somewhere, then tugged mine off too, wanting skin on skin.
He stared at my chest, then up at me, biting his lip. "You're... big."
I laughed low, self-deprecating. "Yeah, well, you're tiny. We'll go slowly. Tell me if anything hurts."
He nodded, crawled back on the bed, lay down on his back looking up at me with those huge eyes. I followed, bracing on my forearms so I didn't crush him, and settled between his legs carefully. Kissed him again long, lazy, letting him relax under me. My hand slid down his side, thumb brushing ribs, then lower to the waistband of his sweats.
"Can I?" I asked, voice hoarse.
"Yeah." He lifted his hips a little, helping me tug them down along with his underwear. I got them off gently, tossed them aside. He was hard, flushed dark. Omega slick too sweet scent hitting me harder now, making my head spin worse than the whiskey.
"Beautiful," I muttered without thinking, and he flushed deeper, tried to close his legs but I nudged them apart softly. "No hiding. Let me see you."
He whimpered, a small sound that went straight to my dick. I kissed his throat, then collarbone, down his chest slowly licked one nipple, sucked gentle when he arched. "Daniel..." His fingers tangled in my hair, not pulling, just holding.
"Like that?" I asked against his skin.
"Yeah... more."
I gave him more switched sides, sucked the other while my hand slid lower, wrapped around him carefully. He gasped, hips jerking up into my fist. I stroked slowly, thumb circling the head, spreading the precum. "Good?"
"So good," he panted. "Don't stop."
I didn't. I kept stroking him easily while I kissed down his stomach, nuzzled the soft skin there. When I got lower I looked up. "Want my mouth?"
His eyes went wide. "Please."
I settled between his thighs, pushed them wider gently, licked a long stripe up his cock. He moaned loud, back arching. I took him in slowly lips tight, tongue flat, sucking soft at the head. He tasted salty-sweet, slick coating my tongue from how wet he was getting lower. I reached down with one hand, fingers sliding between his cheeks, and found his hole slick and hot.
"Can I finger you?" I asked, pulling off just enough to speak.
"Yes…. fuck, yes."
I slicked two fingers with his own slick, pressed one in slowly watched his face the whole time. He tensed at first, then relaxed, breathing shaky. "Okay?"
"Yeah... more."
I added the second careful, scissored gently, curling to find that spot. When I hit it he cried out, hips bucking. "There… right there… "He whimpered.
I kept stroking inside him slowly , thumb rubbing circles over his prostate while my mouth went back to his cock. Sucked gently, no deep-throating, just steady rhythm. His moans got louder, hands tugging my hair. "Daniel… gonna… "
"Cum," I murmured around him. "Let go."
He did back arching hard, spilling over my tongue with a broken sob. I swallowed everything, kept sucking soft through it until he whined oversensitive and pushed at my head.
I pulled off slowly, kissed his thigh. "You okay?"
He nodded, chest heaving. "Yeah... that was... wow."
I crawled back up, kissed him deep so he could taste himself. He moaned into it, hands roaming my back. "Your turn," he whispered. "I want you inside me….."
My dick throbbed at that. I reached for the lube again, coated myself generously , then more on my fingers to slick him up extra. "Gonna go slowly . Tell me to stop anytime."
He nodded, spread his legs wider, hooked one around my waist. I lined up carefully, pressed the head in slowly watching his face for any flinch. He tensed, breath hitching.
"Breathe, baby," I murmured. "Relax for me."
"Baby?" he asked
"Can I at least call you that when we have sex?"
He exhaled shaky, nodded. I pushed in another inch, paused. Kissed his forehead, his nose, his lips. "Doing so good."
"Keep going," he whispered.
I did, gentle thrusts, letting him adjust every time. When I bottomed out we both groaned him from fullness, me from how tight and hot he was, no barrier, just raw heat gripping me. I stayed still, forehead to his, panting.
"You okay?" I asked again.
"Yeah... full. Good full."
I started moving slowly rolls, barely pulling out, just grinding deep. Every thrust angled to hit that spot and damn he was so tight. He whimpered with each one, nails digging into my shoulders. "Like that?"
"Yes I love it... don't stop."
I kept the rhythm easy, long, deep strokes, kissing him messy between them. His legs wrapped tighter around me, heels digging into my ass urging me closer. "Harder?" I asked.
"A little... please."
I gave him a bit more still controlled, but deeper snaps. He moaned loudly, head thrown back. "Yes fuck Daniel. "
I buried my face in his neck, scenting him hard his omega smell mixing with mine, driving me crazy. Felt my knot starting to swell at the base.
"Do it," he gasped.
I thrust deeper, knot catching on every pull-back, stretching him slowly. He cried out, nails raking my back. "Big fuck…"
"Relax, baby," I soothed, kissing his jaw. "Breathe through it."
He did exhaled long, body loosening just enough. One more thrust and it popped in, locking us tight. We both froze, gasping. I came hard spilling deep inside him with a groan that sounded like pain. He clenched around me, coming again untouched, sobbing my name.
We stayed like that knotted, stuck, breathing into each other's mouths. I kissed him softly, over and over forehead, cheeks, lips. "You okay?" I whispered again.
"Yeah... perfect." His voice cracked. "Never felt... like this."
I held him close, hand stroking his hair. "Me neither."
We lay there until the knot went down slowly, careful pull-out that made him whimper. I cleaned us up gently with a shirt from the floor, then pulled him into my arms, tucking his head under my chin. He curled against me like he belonged there. "Sleep," I murmured. "Got you."
He hummed, already drifting.
I passed out hard after that, whiskey and exhaustion hitting like a truck.