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“Sir Ilya Rozanov.”
“Yes your majesty.”
“The tales of your bravery and success during our last campaign have been intriguing to me. I would like to reward you for your actions.”
“Thank you, your majesty.”
He was kneeling on the floor below the raised platform where the throne sat. It was quiet in the room. Only the king's guard, the king, and Ilya were present. And him. Jane. Sitting next to the throne on a padded cushion, dressed head to toe in black lace. He desperately tried to ignore his presence as he looked up at the king. But his eyes were boring holes in Ilya’s skull, it was too much to bear.
“I am rewarding you with a night with my prized omega, Jane.”
Ilya felt his eyes widen, that was why he was staring at him. He did not want a night with anyone, concubine or not, omega or alpha. He glanced at the omega briefly, unable to stop himself. The only exposed part of him, not covered in lace, was his eyes, and they were sparkling.
“Your majesty is too generous. It is too much to offer a knight as myself.”
“Ah but you have done well, son. If you refuse you will disappoint Jane, and I do not like seeing my pet disappointed. Come, approach.”
Ilya stood up shakily, refusing to look at Jane as he approached the throne. The king shifted, and a leather loop appeared, where it had previously been tucked by his thigh. It was attached to a chain that, as Ilya followed, he realized was attached to Jane, at his throat, with a collar. The leather loop was pushed out towards him by the king. It would be an insult to refuse, he had to take the omega from the room to not offend the king.
“Thank you, your majesty.”
“Take care of my pet, and enjoy yourself Sir.”
Ilya took the leather loop in his hand, it felt heavy in his hand, even though the chain was light weight. He finally laid his eyes on Jane, where they were pushing their head into where the king was stroking their hair lovingly.
“Go now.”
Jane was standing up, and Ilya felt his vision grey out slightly as he looked at the omega in front of him. The lace was see through he was realizing, and Jane was a man, not a woman, and he smelled… divine. The omega held his hand out for Ilya to take, and he took his hand, noting the softness of the lace that covered it. He guided him down the steps, distracted by the clink of the chain as it bounced with his movements. They walked side by side out of the room, and Ilya blew out a breath when the door closed behind him.
“Come.”
The word was soft spoken but firm, and Jane was pulling him by the hand down the hallways Ilya had never seen before. He couldn’t help watching how the omega moved, with grace, but also a sense of urgency. Like he did not want to be in the hallways, but knew it was improper to move any faster. What had Ilya gotten himself into? A night with a king's concubine was all the soldiers ever dreamed of, but Ilya? He was too focused on his work, his rank, and taking care of his men to worry about women, or men. This opportunity was wasted on him.
“We are here.”
The door was pushed open then, and Ilya was smacked with a wall of pure omega scent, and he couldn’t help the blood that went rushing south. He was just an alpha at his base instincts, and the scent in the room was ripe with omega. This omega. His fangs had dropped, and he curled his lips around them embarrassed. He was led into the room, a large four poster bed sat in the middle of it, surrounded by luxurious furnishings. When his eyes landed on the wall of various sexual instruments he couldn’t help the blush. He was still confused by the lack of a nest, surely this was where the omega lived, he chose to focus on that instead.
“Why is there no nest?”
“My nest is in another room. This bed is for entertaining.”
He slapped his hand over his mouth, he had said his thoughts out loud. The omega’s eyes were lit up, and Ilya was sure he was smiling under the face veil he wore. He pulled Ilya to the bed, pushing him to sit down on it. Ilya was still holding the leather loop, and he held it out to Jane. He cocked his head, but then knelt down on the floor in front of him, bowing his head, exposing the buckle for the collar.
“If you do not wish to use it, you can take it off.”
Ilya’s hands trembled as he worked the buckle open, it was a difficult thing, and it occurred to him that the omega would not have been able to open it on his own. When the buckle clicked open, he pulled it off gently and set it on the bed beside him, piling the chain inside the collar. Jane looked up at him and his hands went behind his head, untying the veil he wore. It dropped and Ilya was met with the most beautiful omega he had ever seen. There were freckles scattered all across his cheeks and nose, his cheeks were perfectly blushed. And his lips… they were pink, wet, and Ilya felt himself wanting for something for the first time in years. He wanted a kiss. Just one.
“We can just sit and talk. We don’t have to do anything. I wasn’t given a choice to come here”
He blurted this out to fill the silence, the omega on the floor in front of him made him insanely nervous. He was too beautiful, everything that had been said about him was terrifyingly true. His beauty is unmatched to anyone he had ever seen. He was looking at Ilya with amusement, and it only made him squirm a bit under his gaze.
“I know that, and we could. But you look like you can fuck well. Can you fuck well Sir Ilya?”
“I can.”
He responded too quickly and shivered at the words, Jane wanted him to fuck him. The idea made his skin buzz, but the voice in the back of his head reminded him that this was his job. Jane’s whole position was making men interested in having him.
“If you can fuck well, then I want you to fuck me. It has been so long since I have been pleasured properly.”
Jane’s hands were on his knees, spreading them apart and scooting between them, he rested his head on Ilya’s thigh, gazing up at him. Ilya swallowed the excess spit that had pooled in his mouth, willing his erection to go down before the omega realized just how worked up he was.
“You are just saying that.”
“No, the king is old, he has not penetrated me in years. It is why he allows me to offer myself to young men like yourself who deserve an award.”
Ilya just stared at him wide eyed, that was not the rumor he had heard. Word was that the king was insatiable, spent all his free time with Jane, and rarely the others in his harem, that the king was known for still having a wild libido even at his age. This directly conflicted with that. Jane chuckled against his thigh, pushing his nose into the area closest to his scent gland. Ilya choked back a whimper at the sensation of the omega directly inhaling against his pants.
“If you do well, fuck me until I am satisfied. I will request you for my heat. I like to reward good behavior, and the king still likes to watch.”
“I do not wish to be watched.”
“Mmmm I do not think you will have a say in the matter.”
Jane’s hands trailed across his thighs, and Ilya sucked in a breath when his hand cupped him through his pants. He fondled his cock, giving him friction that his body craved. He could not help the moan that fell from his lips, and he did not regret it when he finally saw the smile grace the omega's face.
“At least someone is excited… fuck, you’re huge.”
“You really don’t have to.”
He was willing himself to keep his resolve, not fall prey to this beautiful omega, with his beautiful brown eyes and freckles that he was dying to touch. He kept his hands tucked under his thighs so he would not be tempted.
“Are you not listening? I want to be fucked. I suggested your reward. I’ve been watching you for a long time, Rozanov. I want you to pleasure me until I am begging you to stop. If I did not want you I’d chain you up to the corner and fuck myself in front of you.”
Ilya's cock twitched under his hand, and the smile stretched further into a shit eating grin, as he looked up at Ilya, palming him harder.
“Or maybe you’d like that?”
“Fuck.”
Jane was pulling at his belt, and then his waist band, he lifted his hips to allow him to slide them further down his thighs, freeing his cock, but locking him in place. It bounced against his stomach and he groaned at the sensation. Jane’s hand was on him instantly, stroking up and down with a gentle touch. He was staring at it, admiration was written across his face. Jane spit in his hand, then ran the slicked up fingers across his cock. Ilya was going to fall apart under his touch, he bit his lip hard to keep from letting out the pathetic moans at the back of his throat.
“Fuck you’re so big. I don’t think I’ve had anyone this big before. I may end up keeping you. Make you my sex toy. Would you like that?”
Ilyas eyes are screwed shut, unable to look or he would blow his load. He would like that, anything to be closer to this omega, that smelled like home to him. Did he smell like that to everyone or just Ilya?
“I think you would.”
Jane sat up on his heels, pushed up and connected his lips to Ilya’s neck, kissing across his jawline until he reached the scent gland at the back of his neck. Ilya bore it to him, allowing him easy access to his mating gland. He was bewitched, and Jane’s whole body was covering him. Teeth nibbled at his scent gland, before a long inhale with Jane’s nose pressed directly against it. Ilya’s breath hitched, and he fought to keep his hands under his thighs and not on the omega that was crawling into his lap. He whined when his hands left his cock, but was replaced with the heat from the omega’s body. He was fucked.
“Because I’m the favorite, I can take a lover if I so wish.”
“You can?”
He hated how his voice sounded so desperate, and his voice cracked. He could feel Jane smiling against his skin, clearly pleased with his reaction. Jane ran his fangs across Ilya’s mating gland, and briefly the thought crossed his mind that if the omega asked if he could bite him, he would say yes.
“I can, and I think I will. If you can show me you can do something with the size you have.”
Ilya let his head fall into the omega’s shoulder, his forehead pressed against the soft lace and his head lulled there. He was grasping at the last ounce of strength he had to resist Jane, and it was failing swiftly. There was a hand in his hair and his head was being pulled back away from his shoulder, forcing his gaze to his own face. Jane cocked his head taking in what Ilya could only think was an absolutely debauched expression.
“Put your hands on me alpha.”
He shook his head in his grip, if he touched him, he wouldn’t be able to stop. He would be greedy and want him in every way he could have him. His scent was just too perfect, and now it was laced with arousal, and want. He could taste it in the air, pheromone warfare. Jane stared at him, waiting for him to change his mind. He grinded his hips down into Ilya’s cock experimentally, and he screwed his eyes shut and clenched his teeth to contain the pitiful moan that was behind his lips.
“If you do not want this, speak.”
Ilya cracked his eyes, Jane was staring hard at him, the look on his face was almost offended, but laced with concern. He couldn’t bring himself to say no, and he let his hands slip from under his thighs, landing experimentally on the omega’s hips. The flesh gave way under his touch, creating small indents in the lace where his fingers lay. Jane’s eyes lit up, and he leaned down to capture his lips in a desperate kiss. Ilya couldn’t breathe, but he would die a happy man with Jane devouring him.
He kept his grip on his hair, maneuvering his head to fit Jane’s every need, his tongue was inside Ilya’s mouth, licking deep and over his teeth. Jane tasted like he smelled, and it was intoxicating. His hand started to move, one drifting to his thigh, testing the limits. The other he used to pull Jane closer to him, so their bodies were flush with one another. This only encouraged Jane more, and he started to grind down on Ilya. The first moan that came from Jane’s mouth, Ilya drank in, swallowing it down. The omega scented pleased and of pleasure, he was enjoying this too. Jane was pushing him down with his hands, to lay back on the bed. He broke the kiss and hovered over Ilya, licking his lips above him.
“Will you disappoint me?”
“No.”
“Show me.”
Ilya flipped their positions quickly, trapping Jane against the bed. He latched his ankles around Ilya’s back, bringing them closer together again. The sparkle in his eyes was back, and the grin on his face encouraged him to continue. He wanted him out of this lace. Now.
“How does this come off?”
His words were strained and he clutched at the material covering his pec, what he had considered moments ago to be beautiful, was just another step inhibiting him from fully worshipping the omega in front of him.
“Tear it.”
“What?”
“Tear it off me Rozanov.”
He blinked confused at the request, why would he ruin such a beautiful garment? There was a note of displeasure in his scent, and he realized he was taking too long. Jane wanted him to tear it off of him? He was going to tear it. He dug his hands into the lace harshly, noting the way Jane grinned right before he ripped into it, tearing it away from the skin on his chest. He immediately leaned down and lipped a stripe in between his pecs, desperate to taste his skin. Jane let out a whimper and began to writhe beneath him, assisting him in ridding his body of the now offensive material.
“Get it off of me.”
“I’m trying, lift.”
Jane lifted his lower half, and Ilya continued to tear the fabric off, only stopping when it uncovered the omega’s hard and leaking cock. He tore resolutely, ripping the fabric clean off and down between his legs. The scent that came off the fabric in his hands was intoxicating, the omega was soaked in slick, and the fabric was coated. He brought it up to his mouth, catching Jane’s eyes and putting it in his mouth, sucking at the slick that had been left behind, he let out a growl. He tasted so sweet. He put the fabric in the pocket of his pants, a souvenir for later.
“Fuck, you taste so sweet. Is all of this for me?”
Jane nodded his head quickly in response, his hands gripping his own hair in a desperate move. Ilya ran his hand down between his thighs, revelling in the slick that had gathered there. When he pulled his hand back, it was glistening with slick, and webbed between his fingers when he spread them. He couldn’t resist putting his fingers in his mouth, and sucking them obscenely. Jane’s eyes were trained to his mouth, and his tongue dipped out to lick his lips. Ilya withdrew the fingers from his own mouth, and held them at Jane’s mouth.
“Open.”
Jane opened his mouth obediently, and Ilya placed his pointer and middle finger against his tongue, pressing down slowly. Jane’s eyes widened as Ilya’s spit mixed with his own spit spread on his tongue. Ilya leaned down, hovering over him.
“Suck.”
Jane obeyed, sucking and licking at his fingers, twirling his tongue around the digits, sucking every ounce of fluid he had been offered. Ilya hummed in approval before pulling his fingers back, eliciting a whine from the omega.
“Sit up.”
Confusion ran across his face, but he followed as Ilya sat back onto Jane’s thighs, pulling him up by his hand until he sat up facing him. He pushed the remaining lace away from his shoulders, off his arms. He pushed his chest once he finished and Jane laid back down. Ilya got off the bed and began tearing the lower half of the fabric off from where Jane’s legs were crooked off the bed. Finally, he was naked. Ilya could only stare, but he could smell irritation again.
“I am not a painting. Either fuck me or go sit in the corner to watch.”
Ilya grinned and knelt, and he let his hands ghost over his thighs until they were flush underneath. He pushed up and hooked his knees on his shoulders. He kissed his thighs, sinking his teeth into the flesh before kissing each spot, leaving behind red spots he was sure would bruise. His prize waited between his thighs, coated in slick.
“Is this okay?”
“Fuck, yes. Just do something.”
Ilya took that as a green light and licked a stripe between his thighs and up against his hole. He noted how his knees were pulling Ilya in closer, trapping him between his thighs. What a way to die. He focused his energy on running his tongue over every ounce of slicked coated flesh in front of him. He tasted like white tea, with a hint of honey and lemon. It was so unique, and Ilya was willing to drown in it.
“Ilya, fuck. I need more. Fingers. Now.”
Ilya growled against the skin, his alpha did not like taking orders when the task at hand was enough to satiate him. But he pulled his hand from the grip on his thigh and slid one finger inside of Jane, noting how his back arched into the touch with a moan. Ilya continued to suck and lick around his rim, sliding his finger in and out with no real rhythm. He ghosted over the spot he knew would drive him crazy, but did not put pressure, he wanted to tease him more.
“Fucking. Tease.”
Ilya couldn’t fight the grin that lit up his face as the omega choked out the two words. He added a second finger beside the first and his hips canted off the bed. Ilya brought his free hand down onto his hip, pressing him back into the bed, and back into his fingers. Fingers curled in his hair, pulling his face away and he looked over his cock to where Jane’s face was visible. He was panting, and his eyes were demanding. Holding his gaze Ilya slid a third finger inside and pressed on his prostate for the first time that evening. His face immediately disappeared as his head hit the pillow with a gasp. He kept his grip on his hip, not allowing him to escape the glide of his fingers as they continued to brush his prostate with each thrust.
“Do you need more? Or are you going to cum on my fingers?”
“More…Now!”
“Ask nicely.”
“ I need your cock. Please.”
“Since you asked so sweetly, I’ll think about it.”
A whimper of protest fell from his lips, but Ilya needed to take his time stretching his rim. He was not small, and he couldn’t risk damaging him. He scissored his fingers open, before adding his pinky alongside his three fingers. A needy whine from Jane and a solid grind down onto his fingers was all the encouragement he needed to pull his fingers from his hole, watching as it flexed around air. Ilya stood up and trailed his fingers through the pre cum on his stomach that was leaking out of his cock.
“Okay?”
“If you ask me again I will tie you up and leave you.”
“Hold.”
Ilya snorted and pushed on Jane’s shins, folding him down into his own body. Jane listened and held onto his legs, spreading himself open for Ilya. He took one long moment to drink in the sight before him. Jane was stunning, and Ilya didn’t care who came before him. At this moment there were only the two of them. He let his pheromones drift out of his scent glands, he always restricted his scent, not releasing unless necessary. Jane’s nostrils flared as the scent reached him, and his eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. He was tasting Ilya in the air, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head with a loud sigh. His scent rang out content and pleased.
“You, smell, so good.”
“I taste better.”
He guided the head of his cock to catch on his rim, and he pushed back into his cock greedily. Ilya indulged him and sank in the first few inches, before leaning over his body to seize his lips in a kiss. Wanting him to taste him again. To taste him back. Jane’s breathing was faster against his lips, and he continued to push in, swallowing the small cries and moans that fell from his lips. When he was fully seated inside he pushed their foreheads together and just breathed with him. His eyebrows were knitted in concentration.
“So full. Fuck.”
“Now imagine my knot.”
Jane kissed him, releasing his own legs to wrap his arms around Ilya’s back to drag him closer to his body. Ilya allowed himself to be pulled down, and started to grind his hips in slow circles. He wanted him to be comfortable and right now he was still clenching around him, and Ilya couldn’t risk blowing his load too early. He had to please this beautiful creature in front of him before he could think about his own pleasure. Jane’s nails dug deep into his back when he pulled out half way and gave an experimental thrust to judge where he was at.
“More Ilya, harder.”
“You’ll take what I give you, just enjoy.”
Something had possessed him, this omega had possessed him. He wanted him in every position available, and he drank up each expression that passed over his face. The dull scrapes against his back guided his movements, he adjusted his angle and thrust once hard. He had found his prostate and Jane’s eyes were wide and he cried out. Ilya smirked and began to continuously hit that spot, watching in glee as his eyes rolled back and he started to stutter through his moans. Ilya leaned down over his body, not changing the angle. He pressed short kisses across his face, noting each freckle that spattered across his cheeks and nose. Cute.
“How do you feel darling?”
Jane stared up at his face, just nodding his head as his body rocked back and forth. Sweat was on his brow, and his hair was starting to stick to his forehead. He was somewhere far away, Ilya wanted him back here, with him.
“Tell me with words sweetheart.”
Jane whined and closed his eyes, avoiding his gaze. Ilya moved down to his neck, journeying closer and closer to his scent gland with his lips.
“I’m waiting, you wouldn’t want me to stop would you?”
He whispered these words right in his ear, and noted the full body shiver and the clench around his cock. He was shaking his head no, and his grip on Ilya’s back just got stronger.
“Good, it feels good. I want to cum.”
His voice was strained and broken in the air around him. Ilya smiled against the skin of his neck, nipping lightly at the sensitive skin.
“Good boy. You can cum on my cock.”
Ilya started snapping his hips harder against him, chasing his own release as well as Jane’s. He pulled up from his neck to let his hands settle on his hips, pulling him down to meet each stroke. When he trailed his eyes back up his body, he saw that his hands were gripping the sheets, and there were tears falling down his cheeks. His eyes were wet staring up at Ilya, and it was enough to knock him over the edge. His hand fell to Jane’s cock, stroking him as he continued to thrust through his orgasm. Jane clenched against his cock and came with a broken moan on Ilya’s hand. He moved his hand to his mouth, looking down at Jane, making sure he still had his attention. He put his fingers in his mouth and sucked, tasting the salty spend of the omega below him with a deep moan. Jane responded back with a whimper, and Ilya was fighting to not get hard again.
“I want–”
“You want a taste?”
Jane nodded quickly and Ilya moved his fingers down to his mouth, pressing down on his tongue as he sucked the remainder of his own seed as well as Ilya’s spit. His eyes fluttered shut and he gripped Ilya’s wrist, not letting him withdraw. Ilya swooped down and laid his weight on the omega, not ready to slip out of him just yet. Jane wrapped his arms around him, squeezing him closer. Ilya nosed at his jawline, inhaling his pleased scent. He removed his fingers from his mouth, not missing how his mouth followed him until he couldn’t, he let his now free hand cradle the back of his head, enjoying the closeness.
“Can you grab the metal item from my bedside stand?”
Ilya lifted his head up at the words disturbing his bliss. Jane just looked at him, waiting for him to move. He slowly pulled out, and Jane immediately moved so his ass was in the air, a small stream of cum leaking from his hole. He wrenched his eyes away and went to the bedside table. Opening the drawer he immediately blushed. Inside were various sex toys, rope, and a gag. His eyes landed on the metal object, a butt plug with an emerald at the base. It was stunning. He picked it up and came back over to the bed, looking to Jane for instructions.
“Put it inside me, the king will want to watch it leak out of me later.”
Ilya’s eyes widened and he hesitated, why would the king want to watch another man's spend come out of his omega? He scratched his head once, and Jane made a noise of impatience. He knelt on the bed and slid the larger butt plug inside him, watching his seed get pushed back into his body. Something about it was so filthy and his cock twitched in interest again. Jane stretched and let his legs splay on either side of Ilya. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the emerald that was nestled against his hole now. With a part of Ilya still inside him, a part of Ilya… still inside him. Fuck.
“Are you on birth control?!”
He fought to keep the distress from his scent, and Jane sat up to be face to face with him. His gaze was mischievous and it was unnerving.
“Nope.”
“What?! Take it out!”
“No.”
“Why not?! You’ll get pregnant!”
“Then you’ll be responsible for me.”
“I’ll be killed! The king will murder me if I knock up his favorite omega.”
Jane rolled his eyes, and pulled Ilya down onto the bed, crawling up into his chest and laying his head down. He pressed a kiss to his chest, but Ilya was still freaking out. He had unprotected sex with the king's favorite omega, this was not part of his so-called reward.
“He won’t kill you, you know?”
“You don’t know that.”
“I know lots of things. Getting me pregnant is not a death sentence. The king and I have an understanding.”
“What kind of understanding?”
“I’ll tell you if I’m pregnant.”
“Fuck. I’m gonna die.”
Jane pushed up and kissed his lips, it was gentle and lazy, no tongue involved. When he broke the kiss he returned to Ilya’s chest, stroking at the patches of gold hair on his chest. His own arm was wrapped around Jane’s waist protectively, keeping his body pressed up against Ilya’s.
“I plan to call on you again. You must come when summoned.”
“Do I have a say in this?”
“Nope.”
“Okay.”
“You’re okay with this?”
“Who am I to say no to such a beautiful omega, as long as I do not get murdered by the king for it. But I would die a happy man.”
Jane laughed at the statement, and Ilya turned his face to press his nose into his scalp, noting the faint aroma of sweat from their activities. He felt like falling asleep. His whole body was relaxed. This was a hell of a reward, he should send the king a gift basket. Yeah a gift basket thanking him for knocking up his prized omega.
“I can smell you thinking.”
“I should turn that off.”
“Don’t you dare.”
Ilya chuckled and continued to let his scent roam free in the area around him. He should leave. His troops were waiting on him for the evening drills. But the idea of unlatching himself from Jane was unbearable at this moment.
“What’s your real name?”
“My what?”
“The king calls you Jane. That is not your name is it?”
“No it is not.”
“Why does he call you Jane?”
“He likes me to be feminine. I don’t mind, we have had an understanding for years.”
“Would you tell me your name?”
“Come when I call, I’ll tell you.”
“Okay.”
He kissed his hair, enjoying the moment to inhale his scent. He wondered silently what his real name was. He needed to leave. He pushed slightly and Jane moved maneuvering his head to look at him confused.
“I have to go. My troop is waiting, probably think I am dead.”
“You do not have to go.”
“I do.”
“Stay.”
“I can’t.”
Jane rolled his body to lay flat on Ilya’s chest, his hands had pinned his wrists to the bed above his head. Ilya grinned down at the scowling omega. He had no place he would rather be than underneath this clearly annoyed man above him. He puckered his lips, trying to distract from his annoyance. When Jane rolled his eyes, Ilya flipped them, pushing Jane into the mattress and hovering over him, smiling softly he kissed his mouth, peppering three kisses, covering the corners of his mouth and sucking lightly on his top lip.
“I must go, Jane.”
“You don’t have to.”
“You said this. But I must. I will come when you call. I am your, what did you say? Lover boy?”
Jane cracked a smile finally, and it was glorious.
“I never said lover boy, but that can be your official title.”
“Consider me Jane’s lover boy then.”
He got up off the bed, pulling Jane to sit up. He kissed his forehead sweetly, squeezing his shoulders gently. Jane’s energy changed as he fetched his discarded clothes, pulling them on, it was a wave of sadness that had Ilya rushing back to the bed. He crooned in front of him, running his hands over his face to pull his gaze up to him. His eyes were glazed over with tears.
“Hey, hey why the tears?”
“Nothing, I'm fine.”
“I can stay a little longer if you need me to.”
The sagging of Jane’s shoulders gave him his answer, the omega was not ready to let him leave. He pulled his head into his chest as he stood in front of him. He went boneless in his grip, letting him hold him and run his hands down his back, drawing circles in his skin.
“Do you want to lay down?”
Jane nodded his head, Ilya sat down on the bed and crawled up till he was propped up on the pillows, he gestured for Jane to join him. He pulled himself up the bed, and settled his head onto Ilya’s clothed lap. The stark difference in their clothing and lack of clothing was sobering as Ilya remembered their positions. Jane’s job was pleasure, companionship. Ilya’s job was not to die, to not let his troops die, and to win battles for the king. But right here in this moment, he felt like Ilya, not Sir Ilya Rozanov. His hand ran through Jane’s hair, mussing with it.
“Is this better?”
“Yes. Thank you. Just a few more minutes.”
Ilya would indulge him, someone else could run drills. He was compatible with the omega in his lap. He realized this slowly, how their scents complimented each other and wound together in the air around them. He wished he could bottle it. He would not get up to leave until he was kicked out, he decided, he hadn’t felt so relaxed and safe in ages. Who was he to deny himself something he had wanted for the first time in years?