[BL]Reborn as the Empire's Most Desired Omega
Chapter 136: Like mine.

Chapter 136: Chapter 136: Like mine.

Lucas kissed him again, slower this time, savoring the wine taste Trevor still carried from earlier. His mouth was warm, familiar now—like something he could lean into without thinking, like a memory half-lived and half-hoped for.

Trevor kissed back, steady, tired, but present. His hand found Lucas’s waist, fingers curling lightly like they’d done it a hundred times before. His body still ached from the night before, the kind of deep soreness that settled in the shoulders, the hips, and the base of the spine, but it was fading now beneath something warmer. The slow pull of heat blooming in his abdomen. The soft hum of Lucas’s scent was like the promise of something his.

One shift of his hips, one twist of muscle, and Trevor reversed their positions with easy, instinctive grace.

Lucas let out a soft, surprised breath as he was guided back against the cushions, Trevor settling over him.

"You’re not supposed to be doing all the work," Lucas muttered, a little breathless.

Trevor’s voice came rough against his ear. "I’m not working. I’m enjoying the view."

Lucas huffed a laugh, but it died the moment Trevor kissed him again, deeper this time, grounding. His hands framed Lucas’s face like he was trying to memorize it. As if he needed to feel the angles, the edges, the soft places that made up the man beneath him.

Lucas’s breath caught as Trevor’s hand slid down his spine, warmth trailing in its wake. There was nothing rushed in his touch, just slow, steady reverence, like he was letting himself rediscover every inch of him.

His fingers slipped lower, brushing the curve of Lucas’s ass, teasing at first, then lingering. Trevor paused there, just for a beat, as if waiting. For breath. For permission. For something silent and mutual to say yes, still here.

Lucas didn’t pull away.

Didn’t flinch.

His body didn’t tense; it leaned in instead, hips angling just slightly. An answer given without words.

Trevor’s thumb circled his entrance, slow and deliberate, and Lucas shuddered, one hand gripping the cushion, the other curling around Trevor’s arm like he needed something solid to hold onto. There was no panic. Just that low, aching throb building deep in his gut, hot and steady and so much more than want.

"You okay?" Trevor asked, his voice rough against Lucas’s temple.

Lucas nodded, jaw clenched. "Yeah. Just keep going."

Trevor kissed him, his cheek, his shoulder, lower still, as if reassurance could be written in touch. His fingers worked with care, slow and practiced, easing past resistance until Lucas’s body softened around the pressure, muscle giving way to warmth.

"You’re so tight," Trevor whispered, almost to himself, like it still caught him off guard. "Still sensitive?"

Lucas let out a shaky laugh. "You’re lucky I like you."

Trevor smiled against his skin. "I’m lucky you’re mine."

One finger eased in, slow and sure, and Lucas exhaled hard, his body stretching with a familiar ache that made his toes curl, his eyes flutter half-shut. Trevor stayed patient, rubbing soft circles with his thumb, coaxing him open with a tenderness that didn’t falter.

And all the while, he watched Lucas.

Watched every breath, every twitch, every flicker of discomfort and pleasure, adjusting and memorizing like he wasn’t just trying to take him again, but understand him. All of him. Every breakable piece he was being trusted to hold.

When a second finger slid in, Lucas let out a low groan, his back arching toward the pressure.

Trevor kissed the corner of his mouth. "Still good?"

Lucas turned and kissed him back. "More."

And Trevor gave him more.

Not fast. Not rough. Just more. More warmth. More pressure. More skin against skin until there was nothing left between them but breath and pulse and the slow thrum of want that felt like belonging.

No more words passed between them.

Just the sound of breathing. The creak of the cushions. The faint, stuttering thud of a heart caught in rhythm.

And when Trevor finally slid into him, inch by inch, Lucas’s hands fisted in his hair and a broken curse slipped from his lips, every muscle drawn tight beneath the overwhelming fullness of it.

Trevor buried his face in Lucas’s neck and groaned, a deep sound that trembled through both of them.

"Fuck," he whispered. "You feel—God, Lucas—"

Trevor moved slowly, deeper each time, trying to match the rhythm of Lucas’s breath more than the pull of his own need. It was maddening—his body was already close, pushed to the edge by the way Lucas clenched around him, by the scent curling thick in the air like honey left too long in the sun.

Lucas’s pheromones were everywhere now—thick, sweet, intoxicating. They crawled under Trevor’s skin, tugged at the most instinctive part of him, the one that wanted to mark again, to bite and knot and claim.

But he didn’t.

He gritted his teeth and forced his hips to slow, not because he didn’t want it—but because Lucas deserved better than being taken hard when his body was still aching from the night before. Even if every single part of Trevor wanted to lose control and let instinct take over.

Lucas’s nails scraped lightly down his back, and his mouth found Trevor’s again, lips parted with quiet desperation. "Don’t stop."

"I’m not," Trevor whispered against his mouth. "I just—fuck, Lucas, I don’t want to hurt you."

"You’re not," Lucas murmured, voice strained, eyes half-lidded and warm. "You’re being gentle, and it’s killing me."

Trevor huffed a breath that might’ve been a laugh if it wasn’t laced with agony. He pressed his forehead to Lucas’s shoulder, the scent of him dizzying this close. "You’re too tight."

Lucas shifted under him deliberately, his thighs opening wider in invitation, his hands gripping Trevor’s hips. "So do something about it."

"Lucas—"

"I want more," he said, low and serious now. "I can take it. I want you."

And Trevor nearly lost it.

He didn’t thrust harder but he did reach down between them, curling his fingers around Lucas’s length. Lucas gasped at the touch, hips bucking into his palm, the sound he made absolutely wrecking Trevor’s last shreds of restraint.

He stroked him slowly, matching the rhythm of his thrusts, and Lucas began to fall apart beneath him, mouth open, head tipped back, his breath catching on every exhale like he was trying not to cry out but couldn’t help it.

With a broken moan, he came hard in Trevor’s hand, body tensing and shuddering, back arching as waves of pleasure rolled through him. His pheromones spiked in response, hotter, thicker, and headier than before, and that was Trevor’s undoing.

He barely held back the growl that tore from his throat as he thrust once, twice more, and then buried himself deep, spilling inside him with a low groan that shook from his chest. He didn’t knot, even though every cell in his body wanted to but he kept himself still, trembling with the effort it took not to move.

Lucas was panting beneath him, eyes closed, lips parted. His body still twitched faintly with aftershocks, but he looked... content. Loose. Sated.

Trevor pressed a kiss to his temple, then down his jaw, before easing himself out with slow, careful hands.

Lucas winced a little at the stretch but didn’t complain. Just let out a breath, eyes flickering open, heavy-lidded and lazy. NovelFire

"You’re being so good," Lucas said quietly, and there was something wicked in the smile that curved at the edge of his mouth. "Not knotting me? You’re really trying to be a gentleman now."

Trevor rolled his eyes, but there was no bite in it. "You’re sore, Lucas."

"And whose fault is that?"

Trevor snorted and kissed the tip of his nose. "Mine. Which is why I’m not making it worse."

Lucas reached up, fingers threading through Trevor’s hair. "You could’ve."

"I wanted to," Trevor admitted, his voice low again. "But I want you more than I want to lose myself. I’m not ruining you for a second night just because I can’t keep it in my pants."

Lucas blinked at him. Then, very slowly, his smile turned tender. "Trevor?"

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"I like you like this.

Trevor raised an eyebrow. "Like what?"

Lucas pulled him down until they were chest to chest again. "Like mine."