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Theo buries his face in the pillow, flinching at the first press of my finger.
“Breathe, baby,” I murmur, dragging my free hand up his spine. “You’re safe.”
“I know,” he rasps.
My finger circles once - teasing, light - before I press the tip in.
His body tightens, then loosens.
And he exhales.
“There you go,” I whisper. “Look at you. Taking it like you were fucking made for it.”
I press my finger in fully, then out again, my movements slow and steady -
Until he pushes back slightly, taking it.
"Fuck, Theo. That’s it. Just like that."
He trembles, but stays open.
I slide the second finger in. Stretching him gently, working him open with slick heat, the fluid of our release, and low praise whispered against the nape of his neck.
"God, you’re tight," I mutter. "So fucking good for me."
His body yields to every careful thrust.
“You’re doing so good, Theo. Fuck, you’re perfect. Gonna take my cock like it belongs to you.”
By the time I slide the third finger in, he’s trembling.Begging.
“Kai, please. I can take it - just, fuck me -please-”
I kiss the base of his neck, withdraw my fingers, and fist my cock. It’s still damp from our combined release having been smothered all over it, but even wetter from the own slick that’s practically pouring out of me now.
"You ready?"
His voice is a whisper. "Yes."
I line up, and push forward.
The stretch is slow, agonizing,perfect. His body opens for me like it knows me already - like it’s been waiting for this exact pressure, this exact fullness.
Theo chokes on a moan as I press in inch by inch, letting him feel every stretch, every burn, every heartbeat of entry.
“Holy fuck,” he breathes. “You’re… big -Kai-”
“Yeah,” I grunt. “You’re taking it though. Look at you. Fucking taking all of it.”
I bottom out with a snarl, hips pressed flush to his ass, cock buried to the hilt of him. I hold there and let him adjust, let him feel every inch of me.
Then I lean down and press my mouth to his shoulder.
“You’re mine now,” I whisper, voice rough. “And I’m going to fuck you like you’re our omega. Like you're part of the pack in every way that matters, and until you feel me every time you sit down.”
His breath hitches, and I start to move.
“We’re both wrecked for her,” I murmur, starting to move - slow, deep thrusts that shake us both. “But this? You and me? It’s part of it. It's all hers too.”
