Page 3 of Dreaming of His Omega
“Thank you for dinner,” Elarian said, leaning his neck into a kiss.
“I’m still hungry,” teased Traviel. The kiss turned into a little nip, then he pressed kisses along his lover’s neck and up his cheek, until planting a firm one on his lips.
Elarian kissed him back, opening his mouth eagerly. He rose slowly, never breaking the kiss, until he was standing with his back to the table. Traviel pressed against him, one hand running through his hair. His other hand slid down Elarian’s back, briefly squeezed his butt, then curled under his thigh. With a gentle tug, he urged the leg up. The smaller elf obediently raised it and wrapped it around Traviel’s hips. Traviel grabbed Elarian’s other thigh, then swiftly lifted him up and set him on the kitchen table.
“Traviel!” Elarian laughed.
“Do you remember what I said earlier?”
“About?”
“I told you I want to break in our new house. By taking you in every. Single. Room.” Traviel punctuated each word with a kiss in a slightly different spot on Elarian’s lips.
“We can’t do that.” Elarian’s protest was silenced when Traviel bit his lower lip. He sucked it into his mouth.
“Of course we can, we own this house now. We can do anything we want.” As he spoke, he slid a hand beneath Elarian’s shirt, lightly tickling his way down below the waistband of Elarian’s pants, eliciting a gasp of both surprise and pleasure. Traviel chuckled and undid the button on his lover’s pants, then slid them down. They kissed and Traviel slowly leaned forward, putting more and more weight on Elarian until the elf was sprawled on his back on the kitchen table.
Traviel broke the kiss long enough to pull off his own pants and kicked them aside. He pressed up between Elarian’s legs, causing both elves to gasp as their bare skin met. Traviel reached down and grasped both of their dicks in one hand, then slowly pumped up and down. Elarian moaned and bucked against him, wrapping his arms around his mate’s shoulders.
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“Your yard looks beautiful!” called a passing neighbor.
“Thank you!” replied Elarian. “Here!” He jogged over, producing a business card. “We’re just getting started, but if you need anything…”
“Enchanted Gardens – Consultations, Design, Plants, and more,” the neighbor read. “Thanks, I’ll keep you in mind!”
Elarian waved, before returning to his flower bed. He knelt down and waved his hand over it, watching in satisfaction as sprouts began to curl up from the dirt. Traviel joined him, pushing a wheelbarrow full of decorative stones for a border.
“Getting customers?” Traviel asked.
“Hopefully.”
Traviel dumped out the rocks near the flower bed and headed off for more.
“I’m going to run in and go to the bathroom,” Elarian called after him.
He headed into the house, holding a hand to his stomach. It had been rumbling with discomfort ever since breakfast and now he was starting to feel somewhat ill. Elarian was just inside the bathroom when he gagged. He lunged for the toilet and dropped to his knees, then puked his guts out.
Long after he was done, the elf stayed there, crouched by the toilet, breathing heavily. He wasn’t sure how long he was in the bathroom, but it was evidently long enough for Traviel to come looking.
“Elarian?” he called from the hallway. “Are you still in here?”
“Bathroom,” Elarian answered weakly.
“What’s taking so – gods! Are you okay?” Traviel rushed to his mate’s side.
“I am now… I just…” Elarian gestured to the toilet.
“Should we go to the hospital?”
“I’m sure it’s not that serious.”
In spite of Elarian’s protests, Traviel took him to the hospital anyway. They sat nervously in the waiting room, then while the nurse bustled about asking questions, and running tests.
“Are you okay?” Traviel asked.
“Fine. Just hungry now,” Elarian answered.
