Vengeful Bonds - ch. 12 - Fen (Patreon)

You spoke, I listened. Loch sexing up Fen in the van. It's not the full monty if you know what I mean, more a top off, but I need you to understand that the level of chill Fen has at the end of this chapter is going to last about as long as it takes for Loch to pull out of the parking lot and then he is going to have a massive mental breakdown. Also, I don't know if I like this chapter, but whatevs. Unedited/Unbeta'd. Blabbity blah blah blah. 

“This is a really bad idea,” Fen said, as his back hit the fuzzy gray carpet of the van’s interior. The supplies they’d loaded into the back left them little room, but there was just enough space for Fen to lie down, knees bent, legs open.

Loch slammed the door shut, then climbed over Fen, settling between his thighs to hover over him. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Fen said, breathlessly.

Loch smiled, then dipped his head, rubbing his scruffy cheek over Fen’s smooth one, voice taking on a slightly desperate edge as he said, “If you don’t want to do this, tell me now.Stopping once I’ve got you naked might kill me.”

Fen wanted Loch so badly it scared him, so badly he was willing to put out in a van in the middle of a parking lot. But he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous. His heart raced, his hands trembled. If it wasn’t for the chilly temps outside, he might even be sweating.

It wasn’t the sex. Well, it wasn’t just the sex. Fen had never felt like this before. He’d also never been with an alpha before. Ever. It felt…different. This thing, this tension between them, this connection, it was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. It held weight. It meant something. Fen just had no idea what.

“Promise you won’t judge me,” Fen said, looking over Loch’s shoulder at the ceiling.

He gazed down at Fen, cupping his face and forcing him to look at him, studying his face for a minute before asking, “Judge you for what?”

Fen flushed to the tips of his ears, already wiggling beneath him. “For whatever it is I’m about to let you do to me in the back of this van.”

Loch gently pinched Fen’s chin between thumb and forefinger. “Stop worrying. I just want to make you feel good. Follow your instincts.”

“My instincts are telling me to say some pretty fucking insane things right now,” Fen blurted, then buried his face in Loch’s neck.

“Like what?”

“I’m not telling you that,” Fen muttered. “That’s why I’m worried.”

“Just say it, then when you blurt it out later, I’ll know it’s just your inner omega talking and not you.”

“My omega wants you to fuck me. Breed me. Knock me up. The usual omega shit that happens during heat sex. But I’m not in heat. My omega is just horny and desperate.”

Loch chuckled, then groaned when Fen took the opportunity to suck a mark right over Loch’s scent gland, feeling a little smug about the way the alpha ground down on Fen’s thigh, even if the movement caused Fen to leak even more. Everywhere.

“If it helps, my alpha loves everything your omega’s thinking very much. I already told you I wanted to keep you on my knot, stuff you full of my cum until it takes. Don’t be embarrassed if you want that too. It turns me on so fucking much that you feel the same way.”

Fen had never truly understood what the term swoon really meant, but he imagined it was similar to the fluttering in his belly and the way his head went kind of swirly at Loch’s words. It wasn’t the kind of dirty talk Fen could ever imagine working on him. Seth, yes. But not Fen. he had avoided alphas for just that reason. Their cringy possessive desperate need to own, to claim, to breed.

But with Loch crooning it against his ear, Fen was ready to roll over and present for him right there in the back of this stupid van, to bare his throat and let him sink his teeth in and claim him. Maybe he was right, maybe fated mates were an actual thing. What other explanation could there be for this feeling of complete and utter connection he had with Loch?

Loch’s mouth found his, pulling him from his thoughts, brushing softly in a barely there caress that had Fen sighing, lips parting beneath his. Loch took the invitation, tongue sweeping inside with a pleased rumble, like Fen had done well. The thought had him making a helpless little sound, something hot and syrupy bubbling low in his belly.

Fen expected it to be awkward. First kisses were always awkward, figuring out technique, angles, what each other liked. But they came together like puzzle pieces, slotting together naturally, like they’d been kissing each other for years, lifetimes even. Loch kissed like he talked, slowly, lazily, with intention, like he was determined to explore every inch of Fen’s mouth.

Fen was already addicted, high off the smooth glide of their lips, the way Loch sucked the taste of cherries off his tongue. The way he made these low approving sounds each time Fen surrendered, letting Loch take what he wanted. The longer they laid their tasting each other, the fuzzier Fen’s thoughts grew.

Each kiss seemed to last a little longer, grow a little dirtier, until the only sounds were the wet smack of their lips, the heavy panting of their breaths and the desperate whiny sounds Loch seemed to drag from Fen each time Loch fucked his tongue into his mouth.

“Fuck,” Loch whispered, lips moving to kiss Fen’s nose, his cheeks, his forehead, giving Fen a chance to calm his rabbiting heartbeat. “I could fucking eat you alive. Do you know that?” he said it so lovingly, but goosebumps erupted along Fen’s skin.

He opened his mouth to respond but all that came out was a shockingly pornographic moan as he clung to Loch’s broad shoulders. “I want that.”

“Yeah?” Loch rasped, biting along Fen’s jaw. “You want my mouth on you? Licking, biting, taking you apart?”

“You know I do,” Fen managed, releasing a broken gasp when Loch mouthed at the spot just below Fen’s ear, then sucked with enough force to sting. Fen dragged blunt nails along the muscles of Loch’s back, wanting to tear away that t-shirt material between them.

Fen yelped as Loch sank his teeth into his scent gland, hard enough to hurt, but not hard enough to break skin. “I can’t wait to do this to you for real,” he said, his words vibrating deliciously against Fen’s skin. “Get you on all fours, bury my knot in you, sunk my teeth into you right here so the world knows exactly who you belong to.”

If any other man in the world had ever said something like that to Fen he would have been livid, instead he whined, shifting restlessly beneath him. “Yes. Yes, alpha, please…”

His omega preened as Loch made another approving sound. He was being good. His alpha was pleased.

“You beg so sweetly,” Loch growled, still nosing over the marks his teeth left. “I want to be inside you so badly. I want to see you on your hands and knees for me.”

Fen whimpered, trying to roll his hips up as Loch took his mouth once more, tongue fucking against Fen’s as he gently rocked his hips, giving Fen just enough to frustrate but not enough to satisfy.

He whined, agitated. Pulling back to glare when Loch gave an infuriating chuckle. “What’s wrong, sunshine? Need something?”

Fen tried again to move, to cant his hips, but it was useless, Loch was too heavy. He deflated. “Please…”

“Please, what, baby? Tell me,” Loch pressed. “Tell me what you need. Say it.”

“You know,” Fen whined. “You know what I want.”

Loch propped himself up on his elbow, using his free hand to trace Fen’s lips. “Do I?”

Fen nodded. “Want alpha,” he said, pitifully.

He hadn’t meant to say it, but getting to watch Loch’s pupils blow wide was almost worth the humiliation. The alpha’s gaze was predatory as he studied Fen’s lips, before pushing two fingers inside. He closed his eyes, savoring the tang of salt on Loch’s skin, the heaviness of them on his tongue.

Fen was so far gone. Was this how it always was when an omega had sex with an alpha? Was it always this intense? It couldn’t be. This had to be just Loch. Fen couldn’t imagine another person making him feel this way, another person making him feel like something as common as fingers on his tongue would feel reverent, almost like a sacrament.

“Mm, that’s it. So pretty with your mouth full,” Loch said. “Suck.” Fen moaned, then did as he was told, finding the action weirdly soothing. “Good boy. So good for your alpha.”

Fen’s body released another embarrassingly heavy gush of slick at his words, his skin growing hot knowing Loch could smell it. He pulled his fingers free of Fen’s lips with a pop, smearing his spit across his cheek, looking satisfied with his work. Like he was steadily marking Fen as he went.

He waited for Loch to do something more, but he just kissed him again lazily, seemingly content to swallow his needy whines and let Fen rut against his thigh.

“Please…” Fen said again, pulling his mouth away from Loch’s, gripping his broad shoulders. “Are you gonna make me beg for it?”

He couldn’t believe how fucked out he already sounded.

Loch curled a hand around Fen’s throat, just resting it there, dipping his head to suck along the shell of his ear. “You want me to make you beg, sunshine? I can?”

Fen’s breath hitched, misery seeping into his words. “Don’t be mean.”

“Am I being mean?” he taunted, shifting so he could slide a hand between them, palming over Fen’s painfully hard dick. He bucked his hips, a cry falling from his lips as he ground himself against the heel of his hand.

“Oh, wow. You’re so hard,” Loch said, voice dripping with fake sympathy, gripping his cock through his jeans. “You must be aching. Does it hurt, little one?”

Fen was too far gone to even care about how humiliating this was. Embarrassment taking a backseat to his desperate need to come.

“It hurts,” he whined, giving Loch his biggest, saddest eyes. “Please…”

“Poor baby,” Loch crooned, mockingly.

Tears pricked his eyes, sobs welling up inside him as the intensity of his frustration became too big to hold in any longer. He was dancing on a knife’s edge, aroused and embarrassed and so fucking desperate for Loch to just do…something.

“You’re being so mean,” Fen whispered. “You said you’d…”

Loch sucked Fen’s bottom lip, then nipped it hard enough to send another lightning bolt of desire straight to Fen’s dick. “I said what?”

Before Fen could answer, Loch pushed Fen’s hoodie up until it bunched beneath his chin, large warm hand settling just above the waistband of Fen’s jeans, thumb sweeping maddeningly across the skin there. Fen’s could hear his own rapid breathing, like white noise in his ears.

Loch dipped his head, licking over one pink bud, then drawing it into his mouth. Fen cried out, each pull of his lips, tugged something deep in his core, like his nipples were somehow connected directly to his cock, making it twitch every time Loch sucked.

He pulled back, placing a tiny kiss on his swollen, red nipple, before giving the other one the same detailed attention, dragging another reedy whine from his throat.

“So whiny. It’s hot,” Loch said. “Tell me, baby. Tell me what I said in the store and I’ll do it. I’ll give you what you need.”

“In the store,” Fen tried again, a broken moan falling from his lips as Loch’s hand returned to the aching bulge behind his zipper, grinding down again. “In the store you said…”

Loch placed a kiss on his sternum, then sat up, kneeling between Fen’s legs. Finally, he seemed to have pity on Fen. ``Said I’d eat you out? Fuck my tongue into your tight little hole?”

“Please,” Fen begged. “Stop teasing me.”

“But I like teasing you,” Loch countered. “You get all pink and flustered. You can’t expect me to not tease you when you look so pretty when I do.”

“Do something or take me home,” Fen said, tears scalding as they spilled down his flushed cheeks.

Loch was over him again, kissing his tears away. “Okay, sunshine. Okay. No more teasing. I’m gonna take care of you. I promise.”

Then he was up on his knees, unknotting the flannel from around Fen’s waist, leaving it spread out beneath him. Fen couldn’t look away as Loch opened his jeans, then pulled them off along with his underwear, leaving him bare from the chest down, his hoodie still under his chin.

He felt…so exposed, completely on display, and not just for Loch. The van’s windows weren’t tinted, anyone could see if they bothered to look inside. They would see Loch sitting fully clothed between Fen’s bent knees, his cock hard straining and weeping all over his belly.

God, he’d never been so embarrassed. He’d never been so turned on.

“You really are a mess,” Loch murmured, nostrils flaring as he caught Fen beneath his knees and splayed his legs lewdly, finally dragging his eyes from Fen’s face to look at him.

Fen’s tongue darted out to wet his suddenly dry lips. He couldn’t take his eyes off Loch, the hungry way he looked him over. Fen gasped as he ran a finger along one damp thigh, gathering the slick there, catching Fen’s gaze once more as he sucked it off his finger, murmuring, “Sweet,” almost to himself.

Then he was sliding down, making room for himself between Fen’s open legs, jolting as Loch kitten-licked the tip of his cock, then scraped his tongue through the mess on Fen’s belly, showing it to him before he swallowed it down.

Fen almost came right then, completely untouched like a total virgin. His head was spinning, even the slightest touch making his whole body jerk like he’d been burned.

Then Loch was putting Fen’s knees over his shoulders, mouthing at each of Fen’s sticky thighs. He tried to hold himself still, he really did, but it was impossible. Luckily, it seemed as if Loch’s patience had also come to an end. Large hands settled on his ass, spreading him open, his body releasing another embarrassing rush of slick.

Fen’s lids fluttered closed, as Loch growled. The first touch of Loch’s soft, wet tongue against Fen’s neglected rim had him wailing, fingers knotting in Loch’s hair. There was no way other people couldn’t hear him. But he didn’t care. He needed this. He needed to come. He was going crazy.

He tried to hold Loch there, tried to put his mouth where he needed it. Loch couldn’t be persuaded to do anything but exactly what he wanted. He seemed determined to take his time, alternating between broad sweeps of his tongue, tiny swirls and sucking kisses.

Fen was completely gone, hips bucking beneath Loch’s ministrations, desperate pleas falling from his lips as he tore at his hair, trying to fuck himself on his tongue. There was no more rational thought, only need, only the lizard brain desire to finally come. He begged, pleaded, promised Loch anything and everything as every stroke of his clever tongue against the sensitive nerve-endings sent lightning bolts of pure pleasure through him.

Fen couldn’t get enough air. His mouth was dry. His fingers ached where they were still fisting Loch’s hair. His hips were sore from trying to fuck himself on Loch’s tongue.

“Oh, my god. Oh, my god,” he chanted senselessly. “That feels so good. You feel so good. I need more. Please, Loch, please, alpha. Please can I have more. Please? I wanna come. I wanna come. Please. I’ve been so good.”

Loch snarled against him, doubling his efforts as a new wave of euphoria crashed over Fen dragging him back under. He hurt. He hurt so badly. His cock lay flushed and angry, completely neglected. He couldn’t take it anymore. He reached down to finally give himself relief.

Loch snatched his wrist before he could reach his destination. Fen looked down with a frustrated whine and froze. Loch stared at him, his expression animalistic, his face shiny. He slammed Fen’s wrist against the van floor.

“No,” he growled. “You come on my tongue or you don’t come at all.”

Fen broke. Truly broke. Not just tears but sobs. What did he have to do to finally get relief? He needed something to fill him up. He was so achingly empty. “Please, I want you inside me.”

“Shh,” Loch soothed.

Then something probed at his hole, not Loch’s tongue but one thick calloused finger, breaching his entrance, not stopping until Loch’s hand was flush against Fen’s ass.

“Fuck, your tight. Your little hole is just sucking my finger in,” Loch said, approvingly. “So greedy. So hot and tight…and wet.”

Fen made another wobbly pathetic sound, as Loch fingered him with intent, turning his attention back to Fen’s thighs, alternating between licking the sweet slick from them and sucking angry purple marks into his pale skin.

“Please,” Fen whined, fucking himself on Loch’s lone finger.

“Please, what, little one?”

“More,” he said, head thrashing, squirming restlessly. It wasn’t enough. He was going crazy, his cock as throbbing, slapping against his belly each time he tried to fuck himself on Loch’s lone finger.

Every time Loch sucked another painful bruise into Fen’s thigh, he jolted like he was being electrocuted. “Please, Loch. Please, alpha,” he pleaded. “I need more. Please, it’s too much. I need…I need...”

This time Loch sank his teeth into Fen's thigh, pulling a shocked scream from his lips, before licking over the indentations soothingly. “More what, baby?”

“Stop teasing me. I want to come. Please, I’ve been so good. Wasn’t I good? In the store? Wasn’t I? Wasn’t I? Please, I’ll do anything. I’ll make you feel good too, so good, I swear. I’ll let you fuck me right here. Anything. I just need more.”

Fen could hear himself babbling, begging, whining, promising anything he could think of, anything that would get him what he needed.

He moaned, relieved, when a second finger joined the first, properly thrusting into him now, the slick sound obscene. Fen worked his hips up to meet each stroke, desperate for Loch to find that sweet spot.

Fen gasped as a third finger pushed in, the stretch far greater now.

“Fuck, you look so hot riding my fingers.” Fen’s responding moan was pornographic. He was never going to be able to look at Loch again after this. “I bet you’ll look even hotter riding my cock.”

Before Fen could respond, Loch curled his fingers and light exploded behind his lids, his whole body lighting up.

“Oh, there it is,” Loch said, infuriatingly cocky as he massaged the spot with intent, copious amounts of pre-cum leaking, slick soaking the flannel beneath him, probably the carpet too.

Fen’s cock was suddenly enveloped in the hot, wet suction of Loch’s mouth, hips bucking up against his will. Loch shoved him back down, hold tight enough to bruise as he brutally fucked his fingers into him, head bobbing in time with his thrusts.

He was at the edge of release almost instantly, panting, clawing at any part of Loch he could reach. “Loch…alpha…I’m gonna…”

Loch didn’t even slow at Fen’s attempted warning, but it was too late anyway, his orgasm hit him like a tidal wave, sucking him under before spitting him back onto dry land, exhausted and sated.

He winced when Loch pulled off, gently removing his fingers, and setting Fen’s feet back on the ground. Fen wanted to reciprocate but his limbs were jelly, his brain mush. He could only lay there sucking in ragged breaths.

At least until he heard Loch’s zipper.

Fen forced open anvil-heavy lids, staring up at the alpha as he pulled his cock free. Jesus, he was fucking huge. Long and thick—slightly thicker at the base—and flushed. He stared down at Fen like he owned him. He couldn’t look away. His lips parted in a silent whine when Loch swiped his fingers between the wetness between Fen’s cheeks, using it to ease the slide of his palm over his cock.

Fen ran his hands up Loch’s thighs, just needing that connection. Loch was tense, panting, hand working himself with zero finesse. It was clear he just wanted to get off. His free hand grabbed the headrest behind Fen, letting him loom over him. Fen’s eyes went wide as he realized what he was about to do.

“Come on, alpha,” Fen begged, voice raw. “Come for me, come on me. Mark me so everyone can smell I’m yours.”

“Fuck,” Loch groaned, body seizing up as he came, his release splashing all over Fen’s tummy and spent cock.

Loch dropped so he was hovering over him, but not lying on him, kissing his forehead, before he reached down and rubbed his cum into Fen’s skin. “Mine.”

“Yours,” Fen agreed, a sleepy smile on his face as he drifted off.