Broken Bond: Between Vices and Virtues (BL)
Chapter 278 - 36: Dreams do come true [M]

Chapter 278: Chapter 36: Dreams do come true [M]

The stairwell felt like a dreamy landscape, one made of confessions, flushed faces, trembling hands, and the lingering sweetness of a tender kiss. It was hard for Athan to break that moment, but approaching footsteps forced him to.

Now, back in Shawn’s unit, reality returned in quiet shuffles. The door clicked shut behind them, the soft thud of the lock seeming louder in the hush that followed. Shawn gently set the bouquet of roses on the counter, but before he could turn around, he felt himself pulled back by the wrist.

"Young master—"

"Athan."

Shawn rubbed his nape. "Sorry. It was a habit."

"Try to call my name more from now on, so you can get used to it. Say it even if you’re just going to ask me which day it is, or what time it is, or if you just need to speak so your breath won’t stink, speak my name instead."

Shawn giggled. His heart felt so full. It was as if the hours he spent staring at the roses with hurt before Athan arrived did not happen. He raised his wrist, which Athan pulled, and asked, "So? What do you want, Athan?"

Somehow, he knew what Athan wanted, but he wanted to hear it from his lips.

Athan’s hand was firm but gentle. His eyes were dark and intense, flickering from Shawn’s parted lips to the faint blush on his cheeks. His voice was a low murmur, tinged with urgency, and now devoid of embarrassment.

"Can I kiss you again?"

Shawn blinked. Even though he expected it, he was stunned by how hungry and bare that question sounded—no longer cautious, no longer hidden beneath layers of politeness and self-restraint.

"Yeah," he whispered. "I...I want it too...."

A fire burned in his Athan’s eyes. Hesitation was out of the picture. He leaned in and crashed their mouths together, the kiss messier and deeper than the one before. His fingers tangled in Shawn’s hair, as his other hand slipped to the omega’s waist, drawing him in as their breaths grew shorter, lips feverish and unrelenting.

Shawn gasped softly against his mouth. "You...were you holding back this much?"

"I am," Athan murmured against his lips, then kissed him again, rougher this time, like he had been waiting years.

Shawn’s knees buckled from the sensation, so his hands shot up and wrapped around Athan’s neck for support. Athan tightened his grip on Shawn’s waist, but he also stepped forward, until his arm touching the omega’s waist felt the edge of the counter. He carefully pushed Shawn to it, without letting go of his lips.

Athan’s kiss deepened, and Shawn was losing his mind from the pheromones that showered him. The scent of honey enveloped him like a blanket and made the kiss much sweeter and mind-boggling.

He was gasping for air, and Athan gave him a chance to catch up, but his lips were still on his face, lingering on his cheeks, planting soft kisses on his forehead, on his eyes, then nibbling the tip of his ear, teasing him, seducing him.

Shawn shuddered when he felt Athan’s tongue lick his ear. He felt his shorts tighten from the middle, and out of shame, he unintentionally pushed Athan away.

Athan wasn’t disappointed. It was because he felt it too. He rubbed the back of his neck when he realized what he had done. His restraint exploded. So, now he was beating himself up for it because he almost took advantage of Shawn’s gender.

"Shawn, I’m sorry—"

"I didn’t push you away because I didn’t like it!" Shawn exclaimed in panic. Was Athan apologizing because he thought I was mad? Shawn thought. He didn’t want their relationship to build another misunderstanding, so he tiptoed and initiated the kiss again to convince Athan.

Athan, on the other hand, groaned inwardly after Shawn’s lips touched him again. He was barely holding onto the last bit of self-control.

He’d been dying to scoop up Shawn from the floor and carry him to the bedroom right away. Do everything he’d been dreaming of doing on his delicate, slender, omega body, and covered him with his scent, inside and out.

Then, he’d make sure that Shawn won’t be able to walk away—

Athan smacked his forehead. His brother-in-law’s way of thinking is getting on him already. Or perhaps, his alpha instincts were just getting active and extreme after securing the heart of the omega he pined for years.

Shawn was a bit baffled by his action, but that bewildered, innocent face looking up to him finally snapped the thread of Athan’s control. He dived in, forcing Shawn to open for him. His lips conquered, his hands grabbed Shawn’s wrists, and he brought his hands to his chest, urging Shawn to touch him more.

Athan wanted to do the opposite. He wanted to explore Shawn’s body so bad, touched every curve, every part of him, but he was scared of hurting Shawn. A day won’t be enough to satisfy his years of bottled emotions and suppressed desires.

So, when Shawn’s hands moved down and teasingly caressed the bulge in his pants, Athan lost it. He caught Shawn’s hands and forced him to look at him, making him aware of how intense his love and lust for him were.

Shawn shivered, but he wasn’t scared. He was excited and yearning, as much as Athan.

Seeing Shawn’s complete submission, Athan took a deep breath and held Shawn dearly. Then, he lifted him up from the floor. Shawn’s legs wrapped around his waist. They looked at each other, heat and silence between them, as Athan walked to the bedroom.

Athan put Shawn down on the bed, ever so gently and carefully. Then, he took off his shirt before he bent down and kissed Shawn again.

Noticing the scent of honey wasn’t as strong as before, Shawn asked when Athan’s lips moved down on his neck, "Why are you...holding back again? Your pheromones..." his sentence was cut off because of a moan. Athan bit his collarbone, and his hands were already under his shirt, playing with his nipples.

Before answering, Athan planted a kiss on the spot he bit, "I want you to feel good, not because of my alpha pheromones, but because of my skills."

Shawn chuckled.

Athan frowned after his declaration wasn’t taken seriously. He cupped Shawn’s cheeks and told him, "You might go into heat if I pour it. And we’re both dominant. If we both go into heat, are you sure you can handle a week of mating?"

"A week?!" Shawn exclaimed, astonished.

"Yes. A week. Or maybe more. It depends on my rut," Athan replied as he pulled Shawn’s shirt up and helped him take it off. His gaze immediately roamed over Shawn’s naked body underneath him. Then, he stood on his knees and showed Shawn how erect he was. "Now, I’m certain this will take more than a week to be satisfied."

Shawn’s eyes widened. He sat abruptly and lunged out of the bed, but Athan caught up his the waist, laughing, as he collapsed on the bed, on his back, while Shawn was above him, locked up in his embrace, giggling.