“Breathe,” Reaper murmurs, the sound drawn out and vague like the rest of his mildly smoking body. He encompasses Lúcio everywhere; blanketing his slim back and curling around his sides. Petting his tight, quivering belly.
Lúcio feels the pressure against his hole and whines, head following the gentle press against his neck to let it hang long. His dreads slide over his shoulders, exposing the slim column of the back of his neck.
Reaper conquers it just as he has conquered the rest of the Omega’s body – self-assured and calmly.
“There you go…”
His hips shift closer, the tip of his cock slowly pressing inside. Lúcio’s fingers curl into the sheets, the fine muscles of his shoulders bunching up in mild protest to the intrusion.
Reaper purrs; a sound that can be felt just as much as it can be heard, and Lúcio’s teeth almost rattle with it.
There is no way of tensing up when Reaper is feverishly hot and rumbling all around him. His skin feels firm, despite the tendrils of smoke curling away from him.
He fucks slow and gentle. Patient. No force in the world could make this Alpha lose his composure and the knowledge makes Lúcio shiver more than the unbelievable stretch of his cock spearing into him.
Nothing seems as easy as submitting to Reaper; simply riding the waves and letting his upper body melt into the sheets, muscles becoming soft and receptive.
“Good…”
He can feel Reaper’s hand slide along his side, then around his lower abdomen. Cupping. Holding. Bracing him. Reaper’s tongue drags across the back of his neck, then the top of his hot, burning ears.
Gentling him as the Alpha presses in deep and unrelenting; holding him nice and secure when the already improbable stretch becomes frightening and impossible.
“Shhh… shh…” he whispers sinuously as Lúcio’s tongue is lolling out, helpless whines slipping from him; feeling as small as he’s never felt before in that moment.
The sound of Reaper’s voice is terrifying for some; he might seem harsh and emotionless – but Lúcio would follow its sound anywhere.
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