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Before feeling Davian under him, Lake had smelled his mate’s arousal. His dark, bittersweet scent was enough to make slick pool between his thighs. Davian was usually always in control, it was why he couldn’t ignore this exception despite how sleepy he was.
It took a couple of tries, but he eventually got the tip in, his legs trembling slightly as he slowly sat down on his husband’s length. He looked up at Davian then, pleasantly surprised at how cooperative he was being. Any other time, Davian would have interjected several times to stop him from hurting himself.
Davian’s gray eyes were fogged over as he stared down at him with a spaced-out expression that showed just how much pleasure he was in. His powerful hands held his waist and thigh to keep him upright, but that was all Davian did.
It kept Lake from falling face forward when he bottomed out, several full-body shivers going through him, his stretched hole pulsing wildly, precum spilling onto Davian’s tank top.
He was so deliciously full, Davian was big enough to constantly press down on his prostate, sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through him. Lake reached out for his mate, clinging to Davian with an expression of bliss on his face. He had gotten exactly what he wanted, his eyes drooped as he started to doze off.
Davian held Lake close, his reactions more out of habit than anything else. He felt like electricity had arced right through his brain when Lake took him in so easily without prep, there hadn’t even been the slightest hint of discomfort on his beautiful face.
It was a miracle had hadn’t cummed the instant Lake bottomed out, his mate’s tight hole milking him. Davian could stay like this, and he planned to. Lake was about to fall asleep, and he didn’t want to ruin his mate’s nap.
Lake gradually went limp on him, his face resting against his shoulder, his breath light and warm. The Omega seemed perfectly comfortable in his current position, his stiff cock pinned between their bodies.
Davian stifled a low moan, leaning back against the chair, spacey and a little out of it. He had to put in some effort to stop his hands from roaming, he wanted nothing more right then than to take off Lake’s colorful nipple pads and get his fingers wet with milk.