Page 13 of Labor of Love

Grays, whites, and greens only.

Modern, understated geometric patterns.

Minimalistic furniture without any distracting detail.

Soft, comfortable linens made showroom straight—without any wrinkles, of course.

He had a small collection of sea glass he kept in a straight-sided mason jar, layered by color, with a few clam shells with interesting barnacle inclusions scattered around it, but otherwise, his surfaces were bare and his shelves were full of books. Old leather spines with faded gold lettering gawked at Luca as he came into view. He was very much a thing out of place here—a mismatched bundle of chaos in a place of established order—yet as West laid him on the bed and stripped him of his scrubs, he couldn’t help but feel that there was a reason for that.

That maybe West had kept his bedroom plain so that bright, shiny things like Luca would become the centerpiece.

It didn’t take long for West to strip them both of their clothing. All of it disappeared neatly into his hamper, and once it was dealt with, he joined Luca on the bed. While it had only been minutes since he’d come, he was back to being fully hard, the base of his cock slightly swollen—the only hint of what should have been a prominent knot. Luca had half been hoping West would lock into his mouth and force him to keep the blowjob going for as long as it took for his knot to go down, but even at his most aroused, he was too sweet and considerate to ever do a thing like that.

Still, Luca wanted it.

Ass or mouth, he didn’t care.

As West joined him, he spread his legs, offering West his body, an invitation which West gladly took. He secured a hand on Luca’s hip and hoisted him up into position. Luca was dry—omegas didn’t produce slick unless they were in heat—but West was prepared. He magicked a bottle of lube seemingly out of nowhere and drizzled its contents down the length of his shaft.

Lube that Luca—grabby, greedy, and in full goblin mode—was quick to spread with an enthusiastic pump of his fist. There was no discussion about what was set to happen, but there didn’t need to be. Their friendship had endured so long, they understood each other by body language alone.

With Luca’s hand to steady him, West shifted his hips forward, brushing the slippery head of his cock against Luca’s entrance.

A measured push later, and he was inside.

Luca moaned loudly as he was penetrated. His body was less accommodating now that he was no longer in heat, and hugged West more tightly than it had before, but the extra pressure wasaddictive. Pleasure was made so much better by the threat of pain.

West plunged deeper, and Luca’s pleasure grew. He threw his head back, gasping, panting, and West took immediate advantage, dipping down to kiss and nip at the exposed stretch of Luca’s skin. His lips were near the hollow of Luca’s neck when he finally bottomed out, the not-quite-knot at the base of his cock finally forcing its way inside. It was nowhere as large or prohibitive as a full knot would be, but it stretched Luca out all the same, teasing him with a hint of what was to come… and how full he would finally be.

“Don’t pull out,” he gasped out in a breathless rush. “Don’t pull out when you come—I want you to knot me.”

West rumbled an affirmation that was somewhere between a growl and a moan and kissed his way to Luca’s jawline, nipping there playfully before he disengaged and took what he wanted: Luca’s lips. The kiss was so hard and so desperate that they clacked teeth.

They fucked wildly.

West kept Luca pinned to the mattress and set the pace, but Luca did not lie idle. He clutched at West, rocked down to meet his thrusts, and dug his heels into the small of West’s back to keep him anchored where he belonged. The pleasure of penetration alone was overwhelming, but then West’s hand found Luca’s cock, and there was no escaping it—he cried out, every muscle in his body tensing as West brought him to orgasm.

He was so beside himself with it that he didn’t realize that West was coming, too, until his not-quite knot expanded, rapidly locking them in place.

West made a choked sound that was further muffled by Luca’s mouth, then broke from the kiss and lifted up on his palms to look Luca in the eyes. His mouth hung open, his sweat-sheened chest heaving from the effort of what they’d just done,and as delicious as he looked, there was a fearful glimmer in his eyes that told Luca he was afraid.

“No,” Luca murmured, reaching up to grab his face. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong. I wanted this. It’s okay.”

“You said we were supposed to keep things platonic,” West said in heart-wrenching despair. “I should have respected that. You’re going through so much with your hormones right now, and it’s not right to take advantage of you just because I can’t help myself when it comes to you.”

It was a record scratch moment.

Luca paused to catch his thoughts.

“You can’t help yourself around me?” he asked after an awkward few seconds. “Youwantedto have sex with me? So… you weren’t, like… putting up with all my bullshit ‘platonic make-out sessions’ because you were taking pity on me?”

West’s face fell further. “I know it’s wrong. I’m sorry. We should probably just stop. Maybe you can find someone on one of the apps who can help you out with everything—I don’t think I’m going to be a safe person for that.”

“Oh, no.” Luca pulled West down, bringing their lips back together. “No, no, no…”

He kissed West slowly, savoring the moment, trying hard not to succumb to the shiver of excitement racing through him from head to toe.

West was confused and hesitant, but he returned Luca’s kiss soon enough, matching his energy.

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