[Oliver]
Touching her was like touching a bomb.
It was like filling the empty space of his soul with a waterfall of gold, pumping warmth through his veins, lighting fireworks in his head. It made his heart pound in his chest, so quick that his head got dizzy and lightheaded, and he could scarcely breathe.
Oliver felt whole with her, and the feeling scared him. It wasn't bad per se, no, it was too good to be true. And Oliver was scared of what it might do to him, because as the warmth filled his veins drowning him in the sensation of happiness and love, it came with a rush of need and desperate lust for her.
Soul Yearning.
His soul was begging him, begging him to get closer to her, to complete their bonds, to cover all gaps and ensure that they were connected forever as one. A singular entity, the complete picture of a jigsaw puzzle, the moon to his sun. Essentially, his body was pleading for him to have sex with her, to put his needy cock into her sleek, dripping cunt and force hundreds of orgasms out of her, orgasm that would milk the cum from his swollen cock.
It was an all-consuming desire that Oliver was afraid of, for it took everything for him to control his deprived soul. It was nothing like his usual flings, nothing like his physical desire for other girls and he was afraid that he would hurt her in his need. It was too strong, too fucking strong and Oliver was afraid of the unknown, afraid of the things that he didn't understand. And so all he had done since she had woken from her coma was to worship the footsteps of his Goddess.
Even hugging her made his cock harden in his pants, pushing against the zipper of his fly. It was growling for freedom, desperate for contact with her soft skin, desperate for touch and relief. Desperate for anything really, even a sweet kiss on her cheek. Even that might make him cum, considering how aroused he was with just her touch and her apple scent in his nose. Oliver swallowed down the urge to test it, and prayed that she would not notice the bulge in his pants.
She didn't, but she seemed oblivious to his inner turmoil shifting her body against him. An innocent little twist that shouldn't feel this good. God fucking damn it! He cursed fluently in his head, begging for control when she moved her hips back for better comfort. Her plush ass grazing the tips of his covered cock, and his balls tightened and throbbed with the need to be freed. Oliver was going to kill MinJae and Sieon after this, kill them and then kiss their cheeks for bringing her to him. This was a sweet sort of torture that he had experienced one too many times to count.
The fucking toilet in the hospital room was a sound amplifier and almost everything could be heard from his spot near the door. Oliver had jolted awake from a dream laced with her smiles and her scent, to the sound of her soft muffled moans through clenched teeth. It wasn't difficult to guess what they were doing with Ezra's dirty words bouncing over the walls and into his ears.
She's dripping—So sticky—You taste fucking amazing—
The imagery was enough to force his flaccid cock to full mast, that and her sweet strangled moans that coloured his cheeks a vibrant red. He'd listen, press his head into the pillow and counted to ten wondering if he should just get up and join in the fun. They wouldn't mind, his best friends, but she might. He had stopped himself then not wanting to displease her or embarrass her. She would be embarrassed, it might kill the mood.
Sieon had been whining, eager to get into the toilet too but MinJae had stopped him. She might not like it, he had said, let Ezra ease her into the idea of sharing pleasure. They're the closest in the team sexually. It's good that he brought Hikaru with him. Let her understand that she's safe with us. It was a good point. They couldn't exactly get too freaky with her immediately, she needed to be eased into it. Oliver wanted her comfortable and happy, not embarrassed and horrified.
He needed her to be happy, her happiness was his happiness.
He'd listen breathlessly to her cumming, the sweet muffled scream that had him shaking and panting in his bed. His pre-cum staining his underwear until the fabric started to stick to his skin, warm and slimy in his pants. Then the water started, and her sweet moans were accompanied by that of his best friends. The roar of water was loud in the room, but it wasn't enough to stifle the sounds of their desperate groans and cries as they headed towards release. And they seemed to have the impression that the sound would drown out their cries because they got obnoxiously louder, as if they didn't fucking care if they got heard.
Annoying shits. He knew Ezra was doing it on purpose because he'd once shared a girl with him. The man could be dead silent when he wanted to, hiding the grunts behind clenched teeth. And he could come silently too, a snap of his hips without a word from his throat. These moans were loud for a reason. He wanted them awake and Oliver hated him for that.
He was fucking boasting.
Oliver had exchanged looks with a sheepish Casper, the two with their hands down their pants to rub out the frustration. He came quickly into wads of tissue to the soundtrack of her sweet little cries, stifling his own moans with a hand to his lips. They all did, because he could hear the ragged pants from his best friends that mirrored his own in the once again silent room. It was a strange sort of camaraderie that he enjoyed, it was a weird sort of thing to enjoy but it just made their relationship seem so much more real.
Then the fucker came out of the bathroom with his skin glowing like a bug's ass, with a shit eating grin on his face. Oliver wanted that too, he bit his lips. He wanted his soul mark on her body, he wanted to see the proof, the evidence that she was his. It wasn't more important than her health or her happiness, but he wanted it all the same. He held her hand tighter at the thought and she snuggled into his side.
The action made his heart melt into a sweet, sloppy goo.
"You okay?" She murmured detecting his unease and he gave her a smile reserved for only the people he loved. The kind that glinted in his eyes and coursed through his skin.
"Never been happier," he answered back and that was the truth. He had his soulmate, she was relatively healthy and she accepted him and their bond. He had never expected that someone like him would have such an opportunity to be with the love of his life but he had. "You're better." And not dead like his father. "And we can go home."
Home.
It wasn't exactly a place to Oliver, home was where his soulmate and best friends were, but the dormitory they stayed in was his safe haven. It was the place he went to when he was tired, exhausted and lonely. And he wanted that place, once a protective sanctuary for spilling dark, empty emotions, to be overfilled with happy memories of her. He wanted her markings, her scent, her presence on everything he had. It was a weird sort of need, but he wanted to be reminded of her in his every waking moment.
He wanted to drown in her, a willing victim to her water.
"I'm just glad that I won't have to stay here any longer," she admitted making a face. "Starting to hate the food."
"I'll make you whatever you like when we get back," he promised, nodding his head. "And if you don't like it we'll learn it for you, anything you want, even food from your home country."
"I didn't mean to not finish your stew the other day," she stammered out softly, glancing down at their interlaced fingers and back into his eyes. The army stew. His mind reminded him. The one she had eaten moments before the incident. "I liked it, just couldn't stomach it that day, I'm sorry—"
"You have nothing to apologise for," he soothed. "Even if you don't like some of my recipes, just tell me. I have our entire lifetime to learn your likes, your dislikes and everything there is about you. And I'll learn them all. I'll study you properly and love you for who you are." He smiled at the thought, liking the warmth that danced in her eyes. The flecks of gold flickering with her emotions.
"And I'll learn yours too," she said. "I'll read all the chapters in your book of life and memorise them by heart." Cheesy, Oliver snorted the smile involuntarily spreading across his lips.
"And you'll write a new book with me," Oliver whispered, his voice softening into a gentle hum. "With chapters about family and love."
"I will," she whispered back and his heart was aglow with warmth and heat. "I promise."
"Starting with banana milk and holes in your lips," he teased and she flushed shoving him gently.
"Gosh, you remember?"
"Of course, I do! It was the first time we met, I'll never forget it." He grinned cheekily. That and her nipples in the light of the convenient store. He decided to leave that fact out, not wanting to embarrass her further, but in his mind she had been beautiful then. More beautiful than anything he had ever seen. "It was our first date!"
"Does that count? You weren't exactly my boyfriend then."