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Jude watched as Erling came out of the shower, droplets falling from his hair before making their way down his chest. If his inner alpha wasn’t so nervous about what he was about to do, he probably would have been yelling at him to pounce on his omega and not ever let him go.
“Let me do it,” Jude quickly said as he took the towel out of Erling’s hand before pulling him by the hand.
Haaland let Jude push him down on a chair, right in front of a mirror. He watched Jude’s reflection as he started toweling off the excess water from his hair, a fond concentration in his eyes. Their gazes crossed in the mirror and Jude smiled at him before petting his cheek. Haaland still couldn’t believe they had managed to work through their issues and were finally together, couldn’t believe he could actually call Jude his alpha now.
“Your hair is so pretty,” Jude said, sounding almost in awe, as if he hadn’t been admiring it for years. He couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his lips, his inner alpha beaming with pride at the way Erling’s scent had spiked at the compliment, his cheeks dusted in a pale pink.
Jude leaned down to kiss the top of Erling’s head, now his time to blush at the scent of his own shampoo coming from his hair. It probably wasn’t the type of shampoo his hair needed but something about his omega smelling like him — even if only because of the shampoo — made something warm and heady burn in his gut. Before he could get too carried away, scenting and nuzzling into the crook of his neck, Jude reached out for the hair dryer.
It was almost therapeutic for Haaland to just sit there, his alpha carefully drying his hair, making sure not to burn him with the hot hair. He felt taken care of in ways only Jude could make him feel and soon enough his eyes had started to drift shut.
“Erling, love, I’m not done with you,” Jude whispered in Erling’s ear with a chuckle when he realized he was falling asleep.
He didn’t think he had ever loved someone as much as he loved him in that moment, sleepily blinking up at him.
“Love, are you tired? We can sleep if you want,” he said, as loving and caring as ever. Getting together with Erling had shown him how empty his life had been those years they had been apart and he would do anything to make sure he didn’t lose him again. Even if that meant giving up on his plan. But then Erling shook his head, trying to get himself to fully wake up, sitting up straighter in his chair.
“No, you know I won’t be able to sleep tonight if we take a nap,” Haaland replied, turning around so he could pull Jude down for a kiss.
Jude almost lost himself in Erling’s soft lips, Erling’s crisp scent mellowing out around them. He could have spent all day like this, sharing soft kisses with him, one hand cupping his cheek, the other holding onto his hair but then he remembered what he had planned for today. He pulled away from Erling’s full lips before making his way to his jaw and then kissing down his neck. He nipped around his scent gland before starting to suck, gently, as he knew how sensitive it had been lately.
“Jude,” Haaland whimpered, pulling him closer, his cock twitching underneath the towel tied around his waist. It should be embarrassing how the smallest of Jude’s touches were enough to rile him up but he was too busy picturing himself riding Jude on the very chair he sat on to worry about it.
“Love, I — there’s something I want to try…can you trust me?”
Haaland nodded as he looked up at Jude, eyes shining with curiosity. He had no idea what Jude was about to propose but he trusted him that it would be good. He watched as Jude smiled at him before walking towards the closet, rummaging inside for a few seconds before pulling out a box.
“This is the first part,” Jude explained as he came over, leaning on the desk as he placed the box on Erling’s lap, “open it,” he said.
Haaland took one look at the box, white and satiny but with no identifying marks otherwise. To his side Jude was biting his bottom lip as he waited, eyes locked on him. He finally opened the box, first confused about what he was seeing, then, as he pulled the contents out, he simply imagined that Jude must have gotten someone else’s package by mistake.
“I got it custom made for you,” Jude said softly, watching him intently.
“Lingerie?” Haaland asked, looking it up and down.
“Yeah, I — you don’t - you don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to, I just…I don’t know,” Jude stammered out. It had sounded like a good idea when he was buying it but now he wasn’t so sure.
“It’s not that I don’t want to…I just don’t think it will look good on me?” Haaland replied, looking up at Jude with a frown, his hand reaching out to cup Jude’s cheek, petting it affectionately with his thumb, “but I’ll do it, I trust you,” he added quietly. He hated seeing the embarrassment in his eyes and never wanted him to doubt himself again.
“I know it will look amazing,” Jude replied, voice low and soft. He leaned down to kiss Erling’s forehead, lingering there for a couple of seconds before moving away.
“Okay, I’ll get ready in the bathroom, wait there,” Haaland said, pointing towards the bed.
Jude sat down, as he was told, waiting impatiently for Erling to come out. Ever since Erling’s last heat that made them rekindle their relationship, Jude couldn’t stop thinking about that moment when he had said he was not pretty. He hated that the world had made Erling believe that when, to Jude, he was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. He was brought out of his thoughts by the door opening and Erling, looking like an absolute dream, walking out.
“So? What do you think?” Haaland asked after what seemed like a lifetime of silence, Jude simply staring him up and down. Not that he truly needed an answer, the way Jude’s scent had spiked was enough of a reply.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Jude finally breathed out, “a little twirl for me?”
Jude had to swallow a groan at the sight. Erling in a light blue babydoll with matching panties, his thick cock pushing against the translucent fabric, almost begging to be let out. The size was perfect, not too large, not too tight, the fabric cascading down Erling’s toned body offering him a layer of softness while the color was almost a perfect match to his breathtaking eyes.
This was, without a doubt, the best idea he had ever had.
Jude slowly got up, reaching out for Erling before pulling him in for a soft kiss, his hands not so softly squeezing his ass. He finally pulled away, grabbing Erling by the hand as he led him to the middle of the room.
Haaland watched, confused as Jude moved the chair he had been sitting on while getting his hair blow dried out of the way before coming back to him and sitting on the floor, facing the mirror.
“Come here, I want you to look at yourself,” Jude said as he pulled on Erling’s hand, until he was sitting comfortably against his chest between Jude’s spread legs.
“What about it?”
As shy as he seemed to be about it, Jude could smell the arousal in Erling, that heady scent that made his head spin. Jude buried his nose in the crook of Erling’s neck from behind, taking a couple of seconds to just enjoy the scent before his hands started to get restless.
“Look into the mirror,” he ordered, softly holding onto Erling’s chin so he couldn’t look away with one hand, while the other ran gently up his thigh, “look how pretty you look, such a perfect omega for me,” he whispered in his ear, wrapping one arm around him as Erling shivered against his chest.
As much as Haaland wanted to look away, too embarrassed by Jude’s words and the way they made him feel — like for once, he wasn’t a failure of an omega — he actually did as Jude told him and looked. His hair looked soft and fluffy, softening his features and his body too looked soft where Jude’s hands were burying into the skin, squeezing and groping whatever he could find. And maybe, for a fraction of a second, he saw what Jude saw in him too.
“Aren’t you beautiful, my angel? Look at you, look how prettily you blush for me,” Jude said, voice raspy with want. He loved when Erling got shy, a deep red flush all the way down to his chest, loved when he tried to bury himself against Jude’s body, almost as if hiding from the world. He was perfect and he was his. All his.
“Jude, please,” Haaland whimpered, leading one of Jude’s hands to where his cock was silently challenging the seams in his panties.
“Say it. Say that you’re beautiful,” Jude whispered, thumb rubbing the outline of the head of his cock before starting to leave wet, open mouthed kisses on Erling’s overheated neck.
“I’m beautiful,” Erling said with a whine, tears starting to pool in his eyes, a deep groan leaving his lips when Jude’s free hand slid up to his chest, rubbing his nipples over the fabric of the lingerie. His chest had been so sensitive lately, he could probably cum from this alone if Jude kept at it.
“There you go, you’re so good, Erling…so good, love,” Jude cooed, finally pulling Erling out of his sheer panties, starting to jerk him off slowly as Erling sobbed with need.
Once again their gazes crossed in the reflection of the mirror, Haaland’s breathing coming out in pants as he thrusted up into Jude’s fist. Haaland couldn’t look away from the sheer love and affection dripping from Jude’s eyes, making his chest tighten. He couldn’t believe he had gotten so lucky as to have Jude back in his life, doting on him, caring for him, making him feel so special.
“Fuck me,” Haaland cried out, reaching back so his arm was around Jude’s waist, as if he somehow could pull him closer.
“Anything you want,” Jude replied, pushing gently on his hips to get him to lift them, just enough that he could push his soaked panties to the side before pushing a finger into him.
Usually Jude loved taking his time with Erling, fingering him deep and slow until he was quivering and begging for him but not today. His poor omega was already crying, fat tears running down his cheeks and Jude had never been good at dealing with Erling’s tears so he quickly added another finger and then another, making sure he was well spread open before shimmying his own shorts down.
“Come here, sit on it,” he groaned, holding his cock with one hand while he helped Erling back, holding him steady as he started pushing into him.
Jude looked ahead of him, watching the way Erling’s reflection arched his back as he sat down, his long, thick thighs shaking in pleasure. He wrapped his arms around him when he was all in, keeping Erling snug against him as they both took deep breaths but Erling was impatient, starting to circle his hips, silently begging Jude to let him move, to let him fuck himself on his cock like he so much desired. And Jude would never deny him anything, so he eased down on the pressure, keeping one arm around Erling’s waist while the other hand slid to his hip.
“Go on, my angel, make yourself feel good, but keep watching yourself, don’t look away,” Jude coaxed, looking at Erling’s beautiful, teary eyes in the mirror reflection.
God, he wasn’t lying when he kept calling him an angel, that’s what he actually looked like. A big, mewling angel, bouncing on his cock with tears falling down his cheeks, soft hair bouncing around with him, the babydoll clinging to his chest while leaving a hint of his toned stomach showing. Jude didn’t think he had ever seen Erling in such a state of a disarray, even during his heats and knowing that he had caused it, was intoxicating — almost as intoxicating as Erling’s forest scent, clinging to him and the room around them, crisp and fresh and inviting, all the while feeling like home.
“Can I turn around? Want to - want to see you, want to kiss you,” Haaland managed to get out in between desperate moans, looking straight into Jude’s eyes in the mirror.
And Jude would never say no to him, especially not when he was this desperate for something as simple as a kiss. As he helped Erling flip around, holding him by the waist to keep him steady on his shaky thighs, he couldn’t help but feel this wave of love for him growing and growing until it was too big to stay contained.
“I love you, my sweet angel,” Jude whispered, leaning up just as Erling leaned down, their lips meeting in a frenzied kiss as Erling once again sank on his cock, groaning into his mouth.
Without realizing, they both held onto each other in a tight hug, Haaland simply circling his hips, not wanting to leave Jude’s warm embrace while Jude tried to push up into him as best as he could from this position. It didn’t matter, they both knew they wouldn’t last much longer anyway. Jude wanted to flip them around so Erling was lying down on his back, legs spread for him but he couldn’t bring himself to move him when he was holding onto him so tightly, head buried in the crook of his neck, giving his scent gland little kisses; it could not have been comfortable the way he was leaning down but he seemed to need the comfort Jude’s scent was bringing him, so Jude simply craned his neck, trying to make it easier for him.
Haaland cried out as Jude’s hand slid between their bodies, searching for his hard cock, straining and leaking in his panties, making an absolute mess. The moment Jude finally managed to get his hands on him, pulling his cock free from its confines before thumbing at the slit, Haaland knew it was over. He came with a whimper, biting down on Jude’s neck to muffle down his noises.
Now that his job was done and Erling had cum, sitting pretty on his cock, breathing heavily, Jude allowed himself to chase his own pleasure, finally manhandling Erling to the ground, his back on the soft, fluffy rug they would definitely have to send to the dry cleaners. He looked down at Erling, his hair fanned around like a halo. He looked into his pretty eyes in a silent question that Erling replied with a nod, spreading his legs even further to accommodate him, arms wrapped around his shoulders, one hand sliding up to play with the hairs at the nape of Jude’s neck.
“Fuck, fuck, so pretty for me, so perfect,” Jude groaned, leaning down to bury his face in Erling’s scent gland. He was only half aware of what he was saying, praise and love declarations falling from his lips like a prayer. But he meant every single one of them.
Jude came with Erling’s name on his lips, a small knot popping just as he emptied himself into Erling. It wasn’t the kind he would get during ruts or Erling’s heats and he could probably pull off without waiting for it to go down and not really hurt him but he would never pass up on the opportunity to just plop down on top of Erling’s strong, warm body and just chill there for a few minutes, both of them softly caressing each other.
“Did you like it? I mean the mirror and the lingerie…” Jude asked, voice echoing around the quiet room. He propped himself on one elbow so he could have a good look at Erling, pushing a strand of hair behind his ear before running his fingers through it.
“I did…and I liked it when you called me your angel,” he admitted. Usually he would keep quiet about things like this, but that post orgasm haze paired with Jude’s gentle fingers just made him spill all his secrets out. Haaland had always loved having his hair played with, especially if it was Jude running his fingers through it, calmly and softly. It wasn’t fair, really.
“Then I’ll do it more often, my sweet angel,” Jude whispered against Erling’s lips before capturing them in a languid, lazy kiss.