Kaiden's every pore is breathing the desire in the air. He can't think, head full of cotton, but he's hyper-aware of everything: the big hands squishing his legs, the nose prodding his neck, and the room mixed with their scents.
He doesn't know where to put his hands, not when the touch on his skin feels so hot, so he grabs for the closest thing he can reach—the silk robe of the man below him. Kaiden doesn't know if it's the right move, not when grabbing the front of Damon's clothes only pulls them closer to each other.
Those big hands on his legs slowly make their way /up, up, up/ underneath his cotton robe, not stopping until they are gripping his waist, effectively keeping Kaiden in place. He shivers when he feels a butterfly kiss below his ear, the touch producing goosebumps on his flesh.
Light, feathery kisses dance along his jaw, coaxing him to relax—to stop trembling—but he can't. He can't. With every kiss, he shakes like a leaf in the middle of a storm, open and vulnerable to the torrent of stimulation cast upon his body. The palms on his waist keep their hold steady but the fingers knead and dig onto his back with the Alpha's every movement. He grips the robe tighter when a warm mouth makes its way to his chin, and when that same mouth finds his closed lips, Kaiden can do nothing but shut his eyes.
Everything is just /too much./ Every sensation is foreign to Kaiden's unmarked skin. The thrill of discovering something new overlaps with the fear of never trying, pulling his hazy mind teetering on the edge of exhilaration.
A sense of shame adds to the intensity of everything when he feels something below twitch and then hardens, but there's something else too, something that feels like lightning sparking on every nerve.
"Open your mouth." The words hover above his lips.
With not much left to himself, Kaiden does as he's told, hesitantly parting his lips with an exhale. The breath he's been holding doesn't make it all the way out before something warm and wet invades past his teeth. His tongue is sucked on /hard/, corrupting a shameless moan out of the Omega. The moans turn into whimpers as sharp teeth lightly bite and pull on his bottom lip before diving back into his mouth again, continuing to explore the depths of his mouth.
Kaiden doesn't know how many minutes have passed since his mouth has been devoured. A wandering thumb finds his hard nipple, and when it rubs and presses on the pink nub, Kaiden moans louder, unabashed.
Damon brings his head lower, peppering kisses from the corner of Kaiden's lips to below his collarbone. The Alpha's other hand leaves the Omega's tiny waist, inching downwards until it reaches the top of the black short. He slips one finger underneath the elastic fabric while leaving open-mouthed kisses closer to the unattended nipple. One finger turns to two, two turns to three, and when his whole hand gropes the flesh of the Omega's ass, he finally lunges for the nipple that has been teased to sensitivity.
Kaiden grabs a handful of dark, green hair, arching his back to bring his chest closer to the Alpha suckling and playing with his nipples. His lungs are filled with the Alpha's pheromones on every inhale, pushing away any thoughts out of his head, leaving only the strong big hands on his body and the warm tongue on his chest. He is so lost in the sensations that he only feels the hand on his ass when a finger prods his hole—his undeniably needy and wet hole.
He bites down on his lower lips to stop a whine from coming out when a finger eases its way inside, slowly pushing its way to a place that's never been touched before, not even by the Omega himself.
He is tense when the finger enters halfway, unfamiliar with being filled. Honey and ginger spice scent that is heavy with want burns on his skin, making his body feel even hotter.
"Do you want to continue?" a breathy whisper asks when the finger goes knuckle deep.
Kaiden nods, eyes staring absently nowhere, chest lightly heaving up and down. The Alpha's dark chuckle on his ear is the last warning Kaiden gets before his robe and shorts are ripped from his body. Strong arms lift him from the sofa, supporting his weight from below while he scrambles to find purchase on Damon's broad shoulders. They're closer than ever, his nose just above the Alpha's scent glands, and his inner omega whines and growls at the temptation to bite—to mark Damon as theirs and make the Alpha their mate, but Kaiden has no strength left besides holding on for dear life. As he's being carried to the bed, his smooth legs wrap along the Alpha's waist, and only then does he feel Damon's thick and hard member pressing along the valley of his bottom, separated only by the silk of Damon's robe.
He braces himself for the impact of being thrown on the bed, but Damon gingerly places him on the soft mattress instead, not even a creak from the wooden frame is heard as his whole weight is deposited atop the cotton sheets. He pulls on the sheets to wrap it around his stripped body, to hide the wetness between his thighs and his member standing in attention, but Damon grabs his wrist before he can do so. The Alpha brings Kaiden's hands above his head in a silent command to behave, and the Omega does so.
Damon steps back and rakes his eyes over the Omega's naked form, eyes dark with lust, and Kaiden can only hope the dim light from the lampshade hides how red his body is.
He flushes, even more, when the Alpha stares a little too long below his navel, eyes lingering on his weeping but painfully hard cock. Damon chuckles again when Kaiden tries to cover himself with a hand.
"Present for me, Omega," the Alpha orders, voice deep but not yet at the bass of a Command.