By the time the two of them finished it was shockingly late, and it soon became clear to the both of them that they were both beginning to wilt. Sam found himself beginning to doze, leaning back into the pillows on the bed, and after seemingly only a few moments of silence he opened his eyes again, wondering when he had shut them to begin with, only to find his friend fast asleep. For a moment he wondered if perhaps he’d be better off slipping out, going down the hall, and going to his own bedroom but he worried about waking Adam up; the Alpha had been going nonstop on his behalf for almost three days now, and he wanted him to at least get some rest. He frowned a little as he struggled with himself—would it have been better to leave and have Adam wake alone or stay and make an easy excuse? It wouldn’t have been hard; an innocuous ‘I fell asleep while we were talking,’ would hardly be something out of the ordinary for either of them, even given the setting and their history; it had happened with such frequency over the years that neither of them had ever even thought twice about it before.

But that was before, he noted quietly to himself.

What ultimately settled him on staying was how peaceful Adam looked in that moment, despite the deep purple bruises under his eyes, and Sam recalled something about him from when they were still kids having sleepovers: whenever he didn’t sleep well, Adam had nightmares. Terrible, cold-sweat inducing nightmares that often left him gasping for air and clawing at the blankets. His mind made up, Sam closed his eyes again, resolving to be there if Adam woke up startled at any point in the night. If he had to be there to wake him up and remind him that he wasn’t alone and that everything was alright, he was more than happy to do so—Adam had done that and so much more for him already.

If Sam had any dreams of his own throughout the night he couldn’t remember them, and he roused himself slowly, as he always did, though feeling more than a bit disoriented and keenly aware of the ache in his neck. As the fog of his lingering sleepiness cleared he realized that there was a warm weight resting against his side, and for a brief second he had a jolt of panic that set his heart to pounding until he remembered that he didn’t fall asleep on the bed alone— that it wasn’t even his bed that he fell asleep on to begin with—and that the someone he was sleeping beside was Adam. Everything was all right as long as it was Adam that he was sleeping beside.

He exhaled slowly, quietly, and closed his eyes again, relaxing back against the overstuffed pillows Adam was so fond of and looking at the mop of unruly brown curls resting against his shoulder. His fingers twitched with the urge to card through the wavy locks, just a little, but he refrained from doing so, contenting himself to rest the hand half trapped by Adam on his side as the man slept half on top of him, snoring gently.

Sam had almost fallen asleep again when the dozing Alpha drew a slow breath and shifted a little, leaning a bit more of his weight and warmth against him. A moment of indecision struck him then—should he pretend to be asleep, or would it have been better to try to find something to say, he wondered—but neither of those things were even given a chance to happen. Adam rolled over more fully against Sam’s side, the movement made his eyes widen slightly, and he flushed deeply at the way that the new position made it impossible to avoid feeling the firm, pulsating length of heat pressed against his thigh. He swallowed around the lump that had formed in his throat and tried to think of something, anything that would keep his body from reacting, though he failed spectacularly.

A quiet moan from Adam set his pulse racing again, and he closed his eyes tight in an effort to contain his reactions. God, he really should not be here. He should just slip away before Adam moved practically on top of him and go to his own bed and try to pretend that this had never happened…perhaps even after a frantic bout of relieving himself. But he wanted to be there beside Adam, very much, and that sinful thought made his face burn with shame. As luck, be it good or bad would have it, Adam blearily opened his eyes and looked at him as he shifted again with a roll of his hips that almost felt deliberate, one hand coming up to clutch at Sam’s sleeve, and he let out a low, soft growl.

Sam opened his mouth to say something—I’m sorry being the most likely candidate—but the word promptly fled his mind when his lips were swallowed by a needy kiss as Adam pulled himself up and claimed his mouth for his own. Though his eyes widened in shock, he was helpless against the onslaught, his own hands came up to grip at the Alpha’s broad shoulders, his strong biceps, anywhere he could reach because this was happening. Finally, this was happening. Any protest he may have had died before he could even think to voice it. He didn’t dare try to rip this sliver of happiness, of heaven, from himself or from Adam. As much as he might like to pretend not to know how long they both had been wanting this, he knew they had both been pining for years. As shameful as it was to take advantage like this, he was too weak to fight against his feelings and draw away. Adam’s kisses felt like drowning and flying all at once, and Sam clung to the Alpha all the tighter as he shifted over him fully, pressing against him in just the right way that Sam let out an unconscious cry of pleasure.

Sam wasn’t quite sure who flinched first at the sound, but they parted with a gasp and a low whine he couldn’t even pretend to try to hold back, lips swollen and parted. Adam’s eyes were wide and wild, their pupils blown out in desire, and once again Sam tried to say something—a plea for more, an excuse as to why this was happening in the first place, anything that could make them and what was going on okay—but a subtle movement from Adam’s hips made a groan bubble up low in his throat and what came out instead was a mumbled, half desperate keening from the back of his throat.

“Adam,” he whined, unable to stop his hips from grinding up against Adam’s. “Adam, Alpha, please don’t stop, don’t you dare stop!”

There was a split second of hesitation, a pause that lasted the span of a few heartbeats but stretched out into eternity as Sam tipped his head back imploringly, though he still made a point to hide his scars; he wanted to be marked by Adam, his whole body cried out for the bonding, but he was still afraid of the rejection that could follow—he could hardly blame Adam for refusing to mark him when he had just been frantic to not feel empty after removing Dustin’s mark—because things were different now. He could no longer run away from what he was feeling. Though that did little to stop the fear gripping at his heart. He could handle being turned away by most anyone in this world, but Adam…Adam was different, he always had been, and the only thing that Sam regretted was how long it took him to see that.

Sam blinked back the sting of tears at the thought, met Adam’s heated gaze, and watched those glittering eyes snap from his to look down at the flesh he’d just bared to him. The Alpha’s eyes darkened even more as they grew glassy with the haze of instinctual desire. Adam’s clever tongue darted out to wet his lips as a shudder rippled through his entire body as he dove into Sam, and then suddenly that searing mouth was attached to the Omega’s neck, nuzzling at his pulse point and biting ever so carefully beneath his scent gland so as not to leave a visible mark. It was a tease, and Sam knew that, but it didn’t stop the scar on the other side of his neck from itching with the need to be replaced.

His breath came faster as the Alpha continued to tease him, moving agonizingly slowly along the length of his neck and up to his ear to nibble delicately at its shell. Sam whined as he squeezed his eyes shut, wanting nothing more in that moment than to beg for him to stop teasing, but this was Adam, and however much he might tease Sam, he still cared about him, so Sam sucked in a breath and gave in to the sensations that he was feeling, too tired of fighting them to carry on with the charade.

When he felt Adam begin to mouth at the side with his scar he couldn’t stop himself from swallowing thickly and hesitating. The Alpha must have felt the way he tensed up, if the way that he paused for a moment to pull away told Sam anything. A part of him wanted to beg him to come back, and he feared he’d ruined it all by shattering the spell that they had somehow managed to find themselves under.

“Are you sure you want this?” Adam asked him, his voice a raspy rumble from disuse. Sam blinked stupidly up at him, wondering what he meant by ‘this.’ Sex? A relationship? A bond? He suddenly felt greedy when he realized that he wanted all of that with Adam, and made it a point to keep that to himself.

“What are you offering?” Sam managed to ask, voice a squeak as his throat had suddenly felt strangely tight. “I mean,” he stammered when he watched Adam’s eyebrow quirk. “I’m not…I just…” the Alpha must have realized that he was fumbling through his feelings, because his expression softened, and his large hand came up to cup Sam’s cheek. The Omega let out a shaky sigh and turned into the gesture, kissing the offered palm. “I don’t want this to be something quick. Like,” his voice was a little muffled by Adam’s hand but that was all right; Adam was nodding to show he was listening. “If we start this…I’m gonna want more. I,” he swallowed and cursed quietly at the tears that welled in his eyes, “I would want to have a life with you. I mean, in a relationship, but I know that’s a lot to ask because I’m kind of a package deal now and—” he was babbling, he knew that, but he felt like he had to get all of his feelings out now or his courage would escape him.

“Sam,” he flinched but still looked up at Adam, watching the Alpha’s face for any expression that could give away what he was feeling, but his face was all stone and seriousness, and so he waited, fighting back his anxiety as he did. “I,” Sam watched his throat bob with the weight of his swallow. “You know, right? I’ve been crazy for you for years?” Sam nodded against the hand that was still against his cheek. “I’ve always wanted more, but I never wanted to push you.” He let out a heavy breath as he leaned back down for a soft, lingering kiss. “If you want this, too, I’m all in, all right? Baby included.” He wet his lips again, and Sam watched the motion of his tongue, transfixed. “I love you, and I want a family with you,” the hand holding Sam’s face drifted down, down, down until it was lightly resting against the Omega’s gently swollen belly, where a little life began to flutter against the warmth. “It doesn’t matter that I didn’t sire this baby—the two of you are my family,” his gaze flicked back up to Sam, hesitation dancing along the edges of his desire, his want. “...If that’s what you want.”

“Fuck, Adam, yes,” Sam hissed around the tears that had begun to leak out of his eyes. “I…I want you to mark me, if you want to, I want that so fucking bad, Adam,” he whined and turned his head to the side, exposing the mark of his failed bonding, a mark he desperately wanted Adam to mark over, to turn the page on his life and follow to the next chapter together.

“Sam, look at me.” The Omega did as he was asked to and stared at Adam, watching as the Alpha struggled to maintain control. “Say that again,” he said, his voice deep and insistent.

“Adam,” he whispered, suddenly acutely aware that they were about to end a chapter of their lives and begin a new, uncharted one. Their stories had converged into this new and unknown tale that they had to write out together, and the thought was as terrifying as it was thrilling. “Adam, mark me.” He tipped his neck slowly, deliberately, keeping his eyes on the Alpha as best as he could. “I want you to mark me, if you’ll have me.”

“Always.” Adam nosed at the point of his neck where he would place his mark, over the mottled slash that tore the old bonding mark away, and Sam mewled, bucking his hips against the Alpha’s at the sensitivity of the spot. “But we’re going to do this right, okay? I’m gonna go nice and slow and if you need me to stop, tell me, all right, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” Sam hummed happily, an effervescent and light feeling swelling in his chest as Adam peppered soft kisses along the length of his neck, up his jaw, and back up to his ear to lightly nip at his earlobe. The Omega writhed beneath his lover, a soft and needy noise tumbling from his parted lips. His reward for such a reaction was a low chuckle right against his ear that sent a shockwave straight through him. With what clear thoughts he could manage outside of what was happening in the moment, Sam was quite certain he had never become so blindingly aroused in such a short amount of time. While that might have had something to do with the fact that this union was almost a lifetime in the making, he was too lost in the now to care.

The Alpha trailed his lips down his neck again, stopping to repeat the nuzzle of his nose and a graze of his canines against Sam’s racing pulse, which made his face feel all the hotter. Even if he had any control over his body’s reactions, he knew that he didn’t have the wherewithal to even begin to try, too lost to what he was feeling in the moment and what Adam was coaxing out of him. This seemed to please his newfound lover, however, and a low sound rumbled in the Alpha’s chest as he shifted his weight to one side, as if in transition to do something else.

The loss of him and his warmth made Sam gasp at the sudden cold that seemed to fill the space between them, but he scarcely had time to even mourn the loss of his warmth before he was on him again, gently urging him to roll into him so they were facing one another again, and Sam was eager to oblige and press close to him. As he rolled, he hitched one leg up over his lover’s hip and marveled at how much of them were grinding against one another with the new position—being so bold would have never occurred to him were he not guided into it otherwise. The contact made his eyes squeeze shut again, and he let out a whine that he was worried sounded too needy but his Alpha made a pleased noise, reached down and gripped his rear to pull him tighter against him and growled low in his throat at the action.

Sam had endured heats before, for almost all of his adult life, and even in those moments he didn’t remember being so utterly lost to his passions. It was as though a fever gripped him, more intense than anything that he’d felt up until that moment but it didn’t burn him; it was a flame that let its heat caress his form without scorching him, and it almost felt as though he had never experienced warmth before. He was half convinced that he would never be warm again without Adam, but he decided that he didn’t mind that, as long as Adam kept kissing him the way that he was. His thoughts fizzled out, and his whole being turned toward focusing on what he could feel. He let it happen and immersed himself in the moment, rolling his hips as instinct, want, and need drove his actions.

Adam let out a noise suspiciously like a snarl in his ear as their clothed erections ground against one another and he returned the motion. Sam’s eyes rolled back into his skull and fell shut at how wonderful it felt. Though he could only lay claim to one lover in his life, one that he was close enough to be bonded with, one that he had thought he would spend the rest of his life with, being with Dustin had never felt like this. It had never felt like his very soul was trying to leave his body and settle in his lover’s chest, but he didn’t care about that anymore because this was now, and Adam was here and it was everything that he had always wanted a partnership to be. Though their foray into intimacy hadn’t gone on for very long or moved very far, the Omega was alarmingly close to tumbling off the edge. He managed to tear his mouth away from the flurry of their searing kisses just long enough to try to say something, to communicate his worries that it would all be over too quickly, but Adam managed to hook his fingers into the waistband of Sam’s pajama pants and slid them down to free his erection. The sudden rush of air let him cool enough to stave off his orgasm for a few seconds and made him see stars all at once.

His Alpha made a sound in his ear that washalf whimper and half moan at feeling Sam react to his ministrations, palming him as best he could, though the angle at which they were pressed together made it difficult. All the while, Adam watched him with those dark, captivating eyes. Sam had a brief thought—a feeling that he should probably feel at least some modicum of shame at how the morning had turned out, how they were coming together but he couldn’t find it in him to—all he felt was the swelling heat, the tightening coil in his belly, and the rough hand wrapped around him. Adam pumped his hand rhythmically in time with his hips pushing against Sam, his own long erection throbbing and hot against him, and the Omega marveled at how easily his hand moved against his slick skin, though he soon became acutely aware of the ragged breath against his ear.

Sam could barely breathe himself, managing small gasps between hitched moans and broken pleas that didn’t even form full words. He had a thought about trying to maintain some level of control but Adam nipped lightly on the real estate where his mark was going to go, and suddenly even the concept of control was something that his body had forced out of itself. The last thing he remembered before he saw stars and the winding coil in his belly snapped in half was Adam’s strong, sure hand squeezing him with an artful stroke and his lover growling soft words of encouragement that he only barely processed as the waves of his ecstasy crashed against his mind. While he had orgasmed before, this was the most beautiful sensation he’d ever felt. He wasn’t sure if he yelled out loud, but he vaguely hoped Adam muffled his voice—he was aware of the Alpha kissing him fiercely as he spasmed.

When he managed to come back to himself, Sam found that he was still pressed close to the Alpha, desperately trying to remember how to breathe again. Adam was patient in waiting for Sam to come back down from his high, slowing his hips to a halt. The Alpha kissed his cheek, his mouth, and even while Sam’s mind was still trying to piece itself back together, he managed to return the kiss fervently. Even while the heady rush of his release began to abate somewhat, he could admit to himself that he genuinely couldn’t recall the last time it had felt that good—not by himself, certainly not at any point with Dustin. He should probably make an attempt to say something, he knew he should, but his mind still refused to work properly.

All the while, Adam helped to bring him back, his hands gently stroking at his hips, rubbing in soothing circles, and after a few long moments of gulping down air, Sam managed to draw back just enough to stare into the Alpha’s eyes, still dark with pupils blown out with lust. Slowly, as if reaching out to an injured and skittish animal, he rested his long, slender fingers on the Alpha’s arm. Adam flinched at his touch, as though afraid Sam was going to pull away at the evidence of his own pleasure, that he was going to push him away again because he was scared of what he was feeling. The action was slight, subtle enough that were they not pressed flush against one another Sam might have missed it, but it spurred him on through the haze of his post orgasm high to reassure Adam that this was okay, better than okay, and that he wanted this as much as his lover did. He was done running from what he was feeling, what Adam was feeling.

Sam slipped his fingers further down his arm and to his wrist, wrapping his fingers around it and lifting Adam’s hand to his lips. He kept eye contact as he began to press soft, lingering kisses to his knuckles, turning his hand over to press them to his palm, relishing the way that Adam’s breath hitched. He desperately wanted to make things complete, where he was marked by Adam and they were connected, really physically connected but he could also have done this all day, he thought dreamily, and he floundered between drawing things out and simply pushing Adam’s pants down and begging to be fucked and marked.

“Adam,” he panted against the skin of the Alpha’s palm, eyes never leaving his. “I, ah,” he bit his lip and moaned when Adam’s hand moved up to cup his face again, thumb easing his bottom lip back out from under his teeth. “That felt amazing and, fuck,” he groaned, rutting his hips as he felt himself stirring again. “I…I want more. I want to make you feel good, too, please,” his hands gripped at Adam however he could and wherever he could reach, tugging at his clothes in an effort to coax him into removing them.

“I’m already feeling incredible,” Adam growled as he shifted, pressing his hips forward again as Sam drew his own leg further up Adam’s back to grant him more purchase as he did. The friction felt wonderful, even so soon after his climax, and Sam basked in the sensation of being brought to life again as Adam slipped his shirt off and shucked it behind him. As Sam’s hungry gaze devoured the sight of the rippling muscles of the Alpha that had him gently pinned to the bed, his tongue darted out to wet his lips, his cock twitching to life again, alarmingly quickly even for an Omega. “But if you want more…” Sam nodded his head vigorously; even if he didn’t want more of Adam for himself, he was bound and determined to return the favor, however he could, in any way that Adam wanted. But when his lover leaned back down for a long kiss, his thoughts grew fuzzy again, and by the time they broke apart he was gasping for air as his heart raced in his chest.

“Please, Adam,” Sam hoped he didn’t sound like he was whining, but he was so desperate to tear down the last of the boundaries between them that it was as though he couldn’t help begging and pawing at him. “Please, please, I need you, Alpha, please!” He found himself unable to draw away—he loved being pressed so close, and Adam seemed to relish the contact as much as he did. There was so much he wanted to try, but he faltered, unsure of how to express all that he wanted, even if they had already decided that this was going to be the day they became bonded.

“Shh,” Adam soothed, brushing a kiss to his mouth as he shifted his hips to shimmy out of his own pajama pants. “I know, I know, it’s all right,” he was doing his best to sound reassuring and calming, but Sam still felt hot, still felt himself reacting all over again, his cock twitching and throbbing almost painfully when he felt Adam’s unclothed manhood stroke against it as he shifted. “I promise, we’ll get there, sweetheart, I’m just trying to take things a little slower, all right?” The Alpha groaned and pushed his hips blindly into Sam, and it was then that he realized that Adam was as eager and needy for this as he was, and that knowledge quieted him somewhat. Enough, at least, to bite his bottom lip and wait for Adam to drape himself over him and press his ear to the Omega’s chest.

For a few quiet moments, nothing longer than the span of a few heartbeats Adam stayed still, with his ear resting flat against Sam’s sternum, and the Omega thought to ask what he was doing when he moved to kiss the spot where he’d had his ear and looked up at Sam with such an open and tender expression that he felt his eyes stinging with tears all over again. They weren’t bonded yet but he could still feel the love that Adam had for him even just by looking into his eyes. And he could feel his own love for the Alpha swell in his chest, and it was warm and wonderful and it was like feeling sunlight on his skin for the first time in his life and it was wonderful, and he wanted it to last forever.

“I love you, Sam.” Adam murmured as he moved to drape himself over his intended again, his kisses soft as flower petals and just as sweet. “I always have.” Sam pressed his forehead against Adam’s, a watery laugh bubbling up in his throat.

“I love you, too.” He sniffed, his smile widening almost to the point that his cheeks hurt as Adam’s thumbs wiped his tears away. “I’m sorry it took all of…all of this,” he gestured vaguely with a hand, but he knew that Adam understood—he always did. “And…and I’m sorry that it took me so long to figure things out.”

“That doesn’t matter, sweetheart.” Adam kissed him insistently before pressing their foreheads together. “It doesn’t matter, okay? We’re both here now,” one of his hands came down to rest against his stomach. “The baby’s gonna be here, too. We’re a family now, and that’s all that matters, all right?” Sam nodded, placing his hand over Adam’s.

“No more waiting then?” He asked, looking up at his lover. Adam grinned and moved his hand to Sam’s hip.

“No more waiting.” The Alpha agreed with a soft rock of his hips. “Well, okay, no, I lied a little,” he let out a throaty chuckle. “A little more waiting on my part.” Sam frowned, confused.

“Waiting for wha—” he squeaked in surprise and alarm when he felt Adam’s thick finger pressing at the tight whorl of flesh that was his anus, not quite entering it but still stimulating it just enough that it began to grow slick with his arousal all over again. “That’s cheating,” Sam gasped, his head pushing back against the mountain of pillows behind him, toes curling and back arching in arousal and delight as Adam laughed quietly. Sam’s arms shot out, his demanding and grabby fingers tangled into Adam’s soft curls, gripping what he could just shy of tugging it. The Omega was already flushed and panting, his heart pounding in his chest, and he spread his legs without even thinking about it, without Adam even having to ask him to. Everything that made Sam who and what he was, was crying out for Adam to take him and make him his, to solidify what they had always had but never succumbed to by marking him for good.

“You’re so needy,” Adam teased gently. “I love it,” he hummed as he leaned up on his elbows to better give himself access to Sam’s presented entrance that he might continue his teasing. He dipped his head to press a kiss to Sam’s hipbone, nipping the supple flesh there and grinning up at his lover mischievously. Sam moaned for him, rolling his hips up against Adam’s ministrations, his erection bouncing against his stomach from the movement. Reaching under him when he arched his back, Adam slipped his teasing finger all the way into Sam, hooking it in just the right way that allowed him to stroke at Sam’s prostate, and for a moment, Sam saw stars. The Omega arched into it with a harsh sob, amazed at how good it already felt with nothing but a finger. But then, this was Adam, and everything that he did felt wonderful.

“So good,” he mewled, rolling his ass down into Adam’s hand as he inserted a second finger, eliciting a quiet huff of laughter from the Alpha that he muffled with a kiss to his stomach. “Should I, ah,” his question was cut off when Adam mouthed at his erection and began to pump his fingers inside of his lover. The sensation was disorienting so closely following his orgasm, and while he still delighted in it, he still wanted to ask, “Should I, err, present myself...?” He felt his already flushed face grow hotter, and he had to refrain from dragging an arm over his eyes to hide in embarrassment. It may have been a few years, but he still recalled how his last bonding went; stiff, formal, practically following a guide for how inexperienced the two of them had been.

“Nah, I would rather not,” Adam admitted in an almost sheepish way, peering up at his lover while he continued to work his fingers inside of him. “I want, fuck,” he lost his train of thought when the muscles of Sam’s walls squeezed around his fingers. “I want to be able to see your face when I take you.” His voice dipped into that low, almost feral growl that Alphas got when they were claiming something—or someone, in this case—as theirs. Even when he was still with Dustin, Sam’s Omega instincts always reacted to that, and this was no exception; every nerve in his body honed into what Adam was doing, what he was saying, and his whole world closed in until it was just the two of them, on Adam’s bed, where he’d always wanted to be.

Sam keened as Adam began to scissor his fingers inside of his entrance, loosening him in preparation for his cock. As Adam shifted and rose up onto his knees, Sam couldn’t help but gaze unabashedly at the Alpha’s lengthy manhood. It was hard and throbbing, its veins protruding and his arousal laid bare before Sam. The Omega licked his lips and spread his thighs wider without thinking about it, wide enough for Adam to settle between them comfortably. It didn’t matter that he was vaguely worried about the Alpha’s cock fitting inside of him in its entirety; all that mattered was that every inch of it was his, and he wanted to be greedy with all of it.

Adam’s ministrations slowed, as if he were trying to draw things out longer, though the impatient noise that escaped Sam did get another chuckle out of the Alpha as he leaned back over him, tangling the fingers of his free hand into his hair and drawing Sam up against his lips, pressing their hips tight together so their naked cocks aligned. He ground his hips in just the right way that their erections, both already leaking pearls of precum in excitement, were slid against one another and pressed his warm palms gently into Sam’s hip bones.

“I’ve barely started, and you want my cock already, sweetheart?” Adam asked his lover quietly, leaning in for another kiss, evidently helpless to stop himself. Letting out a shuddering sigh against his lips, Sam reached for his hair, tangling his fingers into the thick, wavy strands and held him there to draw out their kisses, pulling his knees up, digging his heels into the mattress, and arching up against him in an effort to get him to react and take them further into the moment.

“Yes,” Sam breathed, half convinced that if he blushed any more, he would actually catch a fever from how warm he was getting. Adam smiled wider at him, clearly getting a great amount of enjoyment out of watching his face as he ground their hips together again. The delicious friction and heat the motion generated coaxed deep, carnal groans out of both of them, and Sam had the thought to paw at Adam’s swollen cock when he moved again, just out of his reach. “Adam, don’t tease me,” his pleas trailed off into a coo when his lover pushed his cock at Sam’s entrance, holding his breath because oh, maybe it was starting now.

“I promise I’m not trying to,” Adam let out a chuckle, low in his throat, and began to slide his cock along Sam’s entrance, gliding his length against his entrance to slick it with the Omega’s quim. “I just want to make sure that you’re well prepared,” he breathed against the other man’s lips, and Sam arched against him as he did so. “I want this to feel good for both of us, sweetheart.” Sam nearly cried at his lover’s sweetness; while sex with Dustin hadn’t necessarily been an abusive exercise, his old bond mate had often been incredibly selfish, and scarcely bothered making sure that Sam ever found his release outside of when he was in heat before he got his own. To be with someone that was interested in drawing out an orgasm from him, not to mention more than one in a coupling, was so much more than he knew what to do with.

Adam must have picked up on the heightened emotion, as he slowed his grinding, pressing soft, quick kisses to his mouth and smoothing his hand over Sam’s cheek affectionately. Even as he finally gave in and pressed the head of his cock to Sam’s entrance, he kept his touches tender and slow. Sam moaned, angling his hips and rocking them to try and make the head of Adam’s cock slip in, if only a little, if only for a modicum of relief from the emptiness he felt without some part of the Alpha inside of him. He let out a shaky, whinging sigh as Adam acquiesced, pushing the head of his cock past the tight whorl of flesh and into his slicked channel nice and slow. The Omega moaned, long and loud, as he felt himself being utterly stretched by his cock. Barely an inch into being filled with the Alpha’s cock, and already he was beginning to feel like the pleasure was bordering on pain, and he couldn’t stop the sob that was torn out of his throat when he felt the bulbous head of Adam’s cock seat itself inside him.

“Too much?” Adam asked him quietly, nipping his bottom lip with his teeth.

“No, no, it’s,” Sam squirmed. “I guess it’s just…been a while.” He found that he couldn’t look in the Alpha’s eyes then, embarrassed as he was that he was scarcely penetrated and already felt like he had to stop. “Sorry—”

“Do you want to stop?” Sam looked at Adam, at the way he was panting and trembling with the effort to fight against his instincts that were no doubt demanding he push further into the Omega, and knew if he asked Adam to stop, he would, without question. “I want you to be ready for this—”

“I am!” Sam lunged forward, wrapping his arms around Adam’s neck and pulling him back down before he even had the chance to move away. “I mean,” he bit his lip. “I’m ready, I want this, please, keep going.” He buried his face in the crook of his lover’s neck, hiding his shyness with open mouthed kisses hoping to spur Adam on.

“As long as you’re sure.” Adam said, the nervous tension leaving him as he kissed his Omega’s hair, taking extra care to rock his hips slightly with what was already inside of Sam to acclimatize him to his girth before edging himself in deeper. Sam practically purred in pleasure; Adam was being so gentle and courteous with him, easing him into their coupling inch by wonderfully scorching inch. Just as Sam began to grow lax with the first few inches of the Alpha’s cock inside him and had relaxed most of the way, Adam worked in even more of himself, but by that point, Sam was eased into it, rutting into him to meet him part of the way, even. Sam moaned for his Alpha and tugged him down by his hair to kiss him, long and hard and deep, tongues pressing together.

When he felt that Sam was loosened enough, Adam continued to slide himself deeper in, though his moves were measured and careful, dark eyes never leaving his lover’s face, searching for any sign of discomfort. Taking a deep breath and willing himself to calm down, Sam relaxed back into the soft blankets and overstuffed pillows, gasping. Sam leaned up a little, watching Adam’s slick cock sliding into him inch by inch as best as he could see from his position, and he gave a dazed smile, shocked that any of this was even happening but overjoyed and overwhelmed by the sensations that the Alpha was coaxing out of him.

“Come on,” he whined, rutting his hips as best he could from his position. “Put the rest of it in me, I’m ready, Adam.”

“I know you are,” Adam mumbled with a dreamy sigh as he leaned back towards him, aligning their hips before he sunk into his lover the rest of the way, their hips pressed together. Sam arched against him once he had bottomed out, fingers curling into his hair, gripping it almost tight enough to start pulling on it as he whined in pleasure. Adam let out a quiet, breathless laugh, giddy from the sensation of Sam squeezing and clenching around him, and pressed one hand to his chest, over his heart. “Relax,” he whispered, and kissed him as he worked his cock inside his lover, not quite pulling out but simply pushing their hips together in a gentle rhythm. “Easy now, sweet thing, let’s make it last, yeah?” He groaned. “Take your time, adjust to me, all right, sweetheart?”

The Alpha pulled his cock almost completely out so that only his head was still engulfed in Sam’s tight channel and slid it back inside of him in one long, languid stroke. Sam let out a long moan that was almost loud enough to be considered shouting, loud enough that Adam pressed their mouths together again to muffle it, swallowing his cry of pleasure into their kiss. Desperate to control himself, Adam gripped at Sam’s hips and pulled them tight against his in an effort to keep from slamming into him and taking him rough and fast, though at that point the both of them were panting heavily in want, their foreheads pressed together.

“Adam,” Sam whined quietly, writhing underneath him. “Alpha, god, fuck yes, Adam, please!” Adam groaned, pressing his face to the side of Sam’s neck. He started rocking into him in a slow but steady rhythm, rolling his hips down into him. Sam could feel the entirety of the Alpha’s hulking form quaking with restraint as he moved his cock inside him like a well oiled piston. Sam hummed in pleasure, insistently arching up against him in an effort to elicit a greater reaction from Adam. The Omega’s unreserved, wanton desire frayed the thread holding Adam’s control back, and he started thrusting deeper, pushing harder, but still trembled with the effort to keep his pace slow and consistent.

At the change in tempo, the first signs of potential victory, Sam melted back against the mattress, moaning and grinding up to meet Adam’s thrusts, and Adam muffled another groan as he bit down on the slope of his neck just hard enough to make a dent—a guide to where he would put his mark permanently, sucking on his skin. Sam clenched around the scorching heat of Adam’s erection, the tease of what that promise held heightening the heady rush of his arousal.

“You feel so fucking good, Sam,” Adam breathed as he gently fucked down into his lover. He nuzzled his Omega’s collarbone and bit down on the skin there, just hard enough for him to leave a soft red rose petal of a mark. Sam choked on a gasp at the feel of it. “You’re such a good lover for me, Sam, fuck you’re so perfect,” he gave a powerful thrust, his hips snapping against his lover’s. “God, Sam, you’re so fucking wonderful, you’re so pliant and eager, fuck.” Sam began to pant hard, his cock throbbing and bobbing with every thrust.

“Please,” he whispered, his hands raking up the back of Adam’s neck and through his hair in an attempt to bring some tactile pleasure to his lover in the way that he had to him. Adam nuzzled back up the side of his neck, pressing his mouth against the spot his mark was about to go in an open kiss.

“You’re gorgeous,” Adam whispered, reaching up to hold the back of Sam’s head with the palm of his hand, keeping it steady as he began to lightly run his teeth along the skin of his neck. “And you feel so good.” He drew his teeth away and fucked into him harder, holding Sam’s hip with one hand, the other sliding down his thigh to pull his leg up and shift it to get a better angle. The new position moved them in just the right way that he could fuck down into him so his cock pushed up against his prostate perfectly.

Sam cried out in pleasure, nearly sobbing as he tangled his fingers tighter in Adam’s hair. The teasing was torturously wonderful, and all at once he wanted it to last forever and wanted it to be done so he could be marked. He dragged his nails down through Adam’s scalp, down his neck, his back, gripped at his shoulders, anything he could grasp onto, holding onto him as the Alpha fucked him. Sam was so hard that his cock absolutely ached, and even as Adam lowered himself down to kiss him again, he arched his hips, brushing his cock against their stomachs and groaning in ecstasy.

“God, look at you,” Adam moaned against his lips, and they pulled apart enough for their eyes to meet, Sam flushed even deeper at the way his lover was looking at him, pupils wide and eyes dark. “You’re doing so well, Sam.” He panted. “Is this good for you?”

“Yeah,” Sam bit his lip to hold in his panting and whining, pressing a hand to Adam’s broad chest. “I, ah, I want to be on top.” His hand clenched against the muscle of Adam’s pectoral muscle. “Let me ride you,” he begged. “Let me.”

“Anything you want,” Adam nodded, eager to please. “Anything you need.” Sam pushed against his chest harder to coax him into moving. When Sam’s back arched, Adam slipped an arm around him from the gap between his back and the bed, pulling him with him as the two of them rolled over until Adam was the one splayed out on the spacious bed. Even straddling his lap with his cock still deep inside, Sam took a moment to drink in the sight of the Alpha lying beneath him, hair splayed out across the pillow, breathless, wanton, and stunning. Sam let out a long, slow breath to collect himself, his hands still on Adam’s chest, and experimentally lifted up and eased himself back down again, his head fell back and he let out a soft moan as he started to ride him.

“Oh, god, fuck, you feel so good,” he breathed. Adam’s hands rested on his hips, watching him with eyes heavily lidded, and as Sam began to rock himself on the Alpha’s cock, he brought a hand up to wrap around Sam’s cock, gently stroking it up and down in time with Sam riding him. “Oh, more, Adam, please,” Sam whined, riding him harder, grinding their hips together. Every time he slid down again, Adam arched back, rolling his hips up to meet him eagerly.

“You feel so good,” Adam whispered to him, his own voice tight with the restraint of fighting off his own impending orgasm as he reached up to stroke Sam’s face, his hair, and sliding his hand to the back of Sam’s neck and bringing him back down to his level. “So, so good. And mine,” he growled into the skin of Sam’s neck before finally, finally puncturing the skin there with his teeth, marking him as his bond mate.

Sam let out a low wail and bit his lip in a helpless attempt to quiet himself, but it was no use; as he slammed himself down onto Adam’s cock one last time he came, spurting across his Alpha’s chest and rocking their hips together. The half-voiced moans and whimpers nearly became shouts of pleasure as Adam wrapped his free arm around his lover to hold him upright as he continued to pound up into him, chasing his own release.

Just as Sam lost himself to pleasure, so too did Adam not long after, heedless of technique in the heat of his desperation.

Neither of them were entirely sure where the tipping point was, whether it was the frantic movement or the way their tongues tangled in a graceless kiss or the press of their hips together but it wasn’t long before Adam practically roared as his whole body seized up, and suddenly Sam could feel himself being filled with Adam’s seed. As his body shuddered out more of his orgasm, he let out a strangled groan, as if breathing was difficult in the wake of his pleasure.

Sam openly sobbed at the feeling of being filled nearly to the brim with his lover, fingers pressed into Adam’s skin as he bucked down into him, tears pricking the corners of his eyes as everything about the experience finally became too much for him not to weep over.

“Yes,” Sam sobbed, trying desperately to catch his breath, still rolling his hips as he rode it out. “Yes, oh, yes, Adam, Alpha, yes.” He moaned, still, even as the aftershocks of his orgasm washed over him, only just barely managing to shoot his arm out to lower himself a little more gently than merely collapsing atop of Adam, his face shoved into the other man’s shoulder.

“Breathe, love,” Adam laughed softly, a dazed smile threatening to split his face in two. When Sam began to tremble from the overstimulation, Adam carded his hand through Sam’s hair, gently eased his softening cock out of him and wrapped him up in blankets and a comforting embrace, letting their hearts still. “You were wonderful—you’ve always been wonderful,” he mumbled, still stroking Sam’s hair. “You’re beautiful, Sam.”

Sam let out a sleepy hum and remained boneless on top of him for a long moment, basking in the afterglow. The newly bonded couple relaxed together, tucked close, and Sam couldn’t help but smile as he nudged their noses together and brushed a distracted, whisper soft kiss against bruised, swollen lips.

This, he thought in a daze, was something he could certainly live with.

When the passion began to cool, however, when all was said and done and everything they’d done caught up with him, doubt began to niggle in the back of Sam’s mind. Even as he slid to lie beside his Alpha, even as the pain on the side of his neck began to become harder to ignore, he began to fear—would this be the start of another Dustin kind of relationship? What would all of this mean for his baby? He knew it was foolish; this was Adam, not Dustin, and this would be different because of that. This was going to be okay.

They were going to be okay.

“Your thoughts are loud, sweetheart.” Sam nearly squeaked in surprise when Adam spoke, his voice a content rumble that reverberated against his chest. Sam looked up at him from his spot tucked close against his side to find Adam smiling gently at him as if he already knew what Sam was fretting over without him saying anything. “Share them with me?” He kissed Sam’s temple. “I don’t want you to face them alone.”

“Thank you,” Sam whispered, kissing Adam’s chest, over his heart as he took a moment to compose himself. “It’s not…I…” his eyes widened when he realized he had yet to reassure Adam that he had enjoyed their coupling, their bonding as much as he had. “This was…it’s wonderful, Adam, and I’m just…” he winced. “I’m just so scared that it’ll all fall apart, and—”

“Sam.” The Omega’s gaze snapped to Adam’s, and already felt the sharper edges of his tension begin to soften at his patient and adoring gaze. “It’s okay to be afraid; there’s a lot of uncertainty around a lot of things right now.” Sam nodded and fought the urge to look down. “But I want you to understand,” Adam’s large palm slid across his lover’s cheek, cupping it to coax him into facing him. “This? You and me?” He gave an easy smirk. “This is not an uncertainty. We are it, yeah? No matter what happens, it’s you and me, all right?” He kissed Sam’s forehead. “You will always have me, as long as I breathe.”

“Adam,” he sighed. He wanted to correct him, wanted to say no, he couldn’t make that kind of promise because what if things went wrong and he was left alone with his child again? Then, he knew it wouldn’t be fair not to believe in him; as much as Dustin had shaken the foundation of his trust in relationships, Adam had been there first—had always been there, even when there was no chance of them getting together. They were friends first, for the longest time, and that was the biggest difference that ultimately quieted his anxiety; Adam was his rock and always had been. The house he had built with Dustin was built on a foundation of sand but with Adam everything was solid, safe, and filled with limitless potential.

“I know I’m asking a lot,” Adam said softly, the pads of his fingertips drifting down to the soft swell of Sam’s stomach. “I know asking you to just trust me on this is difficult, but…” He bit his lip as he trailed off.

“It’s not,” Sam shook his head. “It’s nothing to trust you.” Adam looked up at him. “Because it’s you.” He nestled into the crook of his Alpha’s neck, feeling more sure of his beliefs than he had in a long time. “It’s always been you.” He could feel Adam’s burning curiosity, wanting to ask him what that meant but he let out a laugh instead, his hand lightly skimming along Sam’s bare back.

“Good enough for me,” Adam said, as if that decided things for them, though in a way, Sam supposed it did. “Ahh, I wasn’t expecting the morning to start like this,” Adam stretched his whole body, his shoulders giving loud pops as he extended his limbs out as far as he possibly could before huffing out a breath and going lax again. “While this is easily my new favorite way to wake up,” they shared a chuckle as he pecked Sam’s cheek, “I’m starving.” He gave one last nuzzle of Sam’s neck, his mouth brushing lightly against his newly healed mark before sliding out of bed. “Breakfast?” He held out his hand in invitation. “Most important meal of the day and all that. A good start to the day after all this, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Sam nodded, placing his hand in his lover’s. “Yeah, it’s a great start.” Somehow, he knew that Adam picked up on the deeper meaning of his words, if the twitch of his smile was any indication. Still, as Adam began to chat idly about what he was thinking of making for breakfast, Sam decided that yeah, this was a good start to things. The little life in his belly fluttered, and he soothed a hand over his stomach. “This is the perfect start.” Adam didn’t comment, merely draped an arm around him as he rummaged in the fridge. He didn’t have to say anything; they both knew the truth of that statement.