An idea popped into his head, sending butterflies into his stomach.
He put away the old jar of instant coffee. The newer jar, he tucked onto the highest cabinet shelf, out of sight from someone shorter. Then he pulled out the pressure cooker, sliced up stew ingredients according to Linus’ recipe book—with Linus’ adjustments scribbled in red pen—and got that going.
When the new groceries were carefully mixed in with the existing ones, Storm went to take a shower.
He spritzed scent suppressant onto his skin when he was clean. It was mostly effective; his cedar scent still leaked through alittle, a tiny hint that had layered itself into the apartment over the four months he had been here. Linus hadn’t said anything about it.
Still naked, Storm wandered out of the bathroom and climbed into Linus’ bed, rolling around in it. He pressed his face into Linus’ pillow and filled his lungs with that sweet daffodil scent. He ground his aching cock into Linus’ soft sheets, imagining his omega naked beneath him.
Several times, he had caught Linus pleasuring himself. Storm was always hidden away when Linus did that; he was usually in the next room, under Linus’ bed, or in his closet.
Twice, he had peeked at Linus from the shadows of his closet, painfully hard as Linus stuffed a big alpha dildo into his pink hole.
That dildo was smaller than Storm, though.
Storm reached into Linus’ nightstand, pulling out that hefty silicone toy. Then he rubbed his musky cock all over its length to get his scent on it.
It would smell faintly of him when Linus used it later tonight.
Yeah, he had never claimed to be a paragon of virtue.
Before he could leak all over the toy, he tucked it back into Linus’ nightstand. Then he wrapped both hands around his length and imagined covering that dildo with his come. Linus would use Storm’s come as lube, and push it into his ass. His sweet, perfect ass with its tight pink hole, smeared all over with white. By the time Linus pulled it out, his hole would be stretched and loose, still covered in Storm’s come.
Storm panted, burying his face in Linus’ pillow. What wouldn’t he give to pin down his omega, and push every inch of his cock into Linus’ squirming body? What wouldn’t he give to have Linus moan and open for him, his small omega cock shooting precome when Storm ground against his sweet spot?
“Fuck!” Storm groaned, leaking onto the patterned covers. It was a good thing they weren’t a solid color; the printed flowers hid the few stains he had accidentally left behind on a few occasions.
All he had to do was imagine Linus smelling like his come. Storm’s balls pulled tight; he huffed Linus’ scent into his lungs, squeezing himself from base to tip. If he were to push into Linus right now, if Linus were to swallow him whole, stretching to fit him like a glove...
Storm flicked his thumb just beneath his tip, where he was most sensitive. His entire body spasmed. He squeezed his sac and fucked into the tight, precome-slick channel of his fists, picturing Linus on all fours under him. Linus spread open, moaning, thrashing as he came around Storm’s cock.
Gods, Storm wanted to make him come so many times. He wanted Linus incoherent with pleasure, raising his hips and begging to be filled with his knot.
Storm grew so hard, he hurt. He wanted to knot Linus. Fuck, he would press his knot as deep as it could go, until it was locked against Linus’ prostate and every movement sent it grinding against that sensitive spot. He would massage Linus’ prostate for so long that Linus didn’t stop coming. Gods knew Linus loved having his prostate rubbed; he had come so many times playing with himself there.
The first time Storm had witnessed it, he had been hiding in the closet while Linus writhed on his bed. Linus’ legs had been spread wide, his body shaking like a leaf, his hole sucking helplessly around his thick dildo. Storm had come so hard, he’d shot onto the floor outside the closet.
Linus hadn’t even noticed the wet streaks on his floor; he had stumbled to the bathroom with his hole still gaping, his thighs drenched with slick.
Storm came with a snarl now, shooting into his palm. He grabbed blindly for a tissue and scrunched it around his tip, wishing it was all going into Linus instead. He wished he could knot his come inside his omega, so it stayed for hours and took inside him.
“Fuck,” he hissed into Linus’ pillows, more come pulsing out of him. “Fuck, I need to be inside you.”
His knot swelled within his fist. Storm squeezed it to mimic Linus’ tight body, his eyes rolling back as another thick jet shot out.
He lost track of how long he was there, panting and sweating, his come soaking through three more sheets of tissues.
Then he finally wobbled off the bed, opening Linus’ windows to air out his musk.
Unlike the woodsy scents of alphas, the grassy scents of betas, and the floral scents of omegas, sex scents smelled the same no matter who they came from.
Just that Linus hadn’t jerked off this morning—he would notice if his bedroom smelled like heavy musk when he got home.
Storm cleaned himself in the bathroom and turned on the ventilation fan to dry out the shower. He wiped down the shower walls too, to speed up that process.
With a cheerful hum, he pulled on some clean clothes from the back of Linus’ clothing drawer, and went to check on the stew.
Just twenty more minutes. Then he could flip off the pressure release and start dishing it into leftover containers.
