Darrien's Perspective ( mature content )

Even though Cass had yet to voice the true depth of his feelings, his actions spoke louder than words. The way he kissed Darrien—fierce, consuming, hungry—left little doubt that, at the very least, he desired him. Perhaps even more than that. His movements became quick and daring, as if he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Their clothes slipped away, discarded like unnecessary barriers between them, and as they sank onto the bed, Cass's body pressed against Darrien's, warm and solid, his weight grounding him in the moment. A sharp gasp escaped Darrien's lips as he felt his own body respond, heat pooling low in his belly. Against his skin, he could feel Cass's arousal—hard and insistent, rubbing against him, sending sparks of pleasure along his nerves.

Cass kissed him everywhere—his lips, his cheeks, the sensitive curve of his neck. Each press of his mouth left a burning imprint behind. He worked his way lower, tracing his collarbone with the tip of his tongue, then dipping further down to his chest, his lips wrapping around a nipple and sucking just hard enough to make Darrien bent with a sharp moan.

And then Cass kept going—lower, lower, reaching under his waist—until Darrien's breath caught in his throat.

A warm exhale ghosted over Darrien's hardness, followed by the wet heat of Cass's mouth enveloping him. A shock of pleasure tore through him, his hands flying to Cass's hair, fingers tangling in the strands as his body trembled.

"Cass…!" Darrien gasped, his thighs twitching as Cass's tongue worked him with slow, languid strokes, teasingly. "W-Wait, Cass, I—" But he couldn't finish the sentence before his body betrayed him. His back arched off the bed, his entrance clenching instinctively as pleasure crested and broke over him in waves.

Panting, he tried to sit up, his fingers gripping Cass's shoulders. "No, don't—don't swallow that—" he stammered, but it was too late. Cass had already swallowed every drop, licking his lips with a satisfied smile.

"You taste like honey everywhere," Cass murmured, his voice dark with satisfaction, the corner of his mouth quirking up in amusement.

Darrien's face flushed hot. A shudder rippled through him, a mixture of embarrassment and lingering pleasure. "That's because pheromones are released through the entire body…" he muttered, avoiding Cass's gaze.

Cass hummed thoughtfully, tracing his fingers along the inside of Darrien's thigh, watching as his breath hitched. "Really?" he mused. "Then… does that mean you taste like honey here too?"

Before Darrien could process what he meant, Cass lifted his legs onto his shoulders, spreading him open. A deep blush burned across Darrien's cheeks as the cool air met his heated skin.

"Cass—!" He started to protest, but the words tangled and died in his throat the instant he felt it—Cass's tongue, hot and wet, tracing the cleft of his ass before pressing insistently against his entrance.

A broken moan spilled from Darrien's lips, raw and unrestrained, his entire body jolting at the shock of sensation. He had never expected this—never imagined Cass would touch him there, much less taste him. The intimacy of it left him breathless and trembling. His fingers dug into the sheets, desperate for something—anything—to anchor himself against the pleasure threatening to consume him whole.

His body had been prepared—he had made sure of it, loosening himself earlier, expecting to make things easier for Cass so he wouldn't have to struggle since omegas were only supposed to grow slick for alphas. That was the way things were supposed to work. And yet, he had been wet for Cass from the very moment their lips met. As if his body had already decided, already accepted, that Cass was the one he had been waiting for all along. The one who could undo him with just a touch, with just the heat of his breath against his skin.

His mind floundered, trying to make sense of it, but reason was slipping through his fingers like grains of sand. There was nothing left but sensation—raw, overwhelming, all-consuming.

Cass's tongue moved with slow, devastating precision, each deliberate stroke working him even more loose. The wet heat of it sent electric sparks of pleasure through Darrien, curling his toes, making him writhe. Darrien had touched himself before—many times—but nothing in his life had ever felt like this.

This was more than pleasure. This was surrender. And with every flick of Cass's tongue, with every maddening, intoxicating press of his lips, Darrien realized he had never truly known desire until now.

As the passionate connection between them intensified, Darrien gasped, "Cass… I'm cumming again." His voice trembled, barely breaking through the haze of ecstasy that enveloped them. A torrent of warmth surged forth from the tip of his erection, spilling over in deep, creamy waves that heightened the electric atmosphere around them.

Cass, filled with delight, grinned playfully and teased, "You taste like honey back here too." He moved upwards and licked the creamy liquid spilled on Darrien's stomach. "It's like you're dipped in honey." His lips began to dance over Darrien's body, trailing hot kisses toward the sensitive curve of his neck.

When their eyes locked once more, a profound silence settled between them—an unspoken yearning, thick with desire and longing. Cass's fingers, nimble and confident, slipped inside him with ease, igniting another wave of sensation.

Darrien, his breath coming in short, frantic bursts, managed to plead, with a hint of bashfulness, "I'm loose enough. Please… just get inside me. I want to feel you… more."

In response to Darrien's urgent plea, Cass gripped his hips tightly, positioning him perfectly. He entered Darrien slowly at first, stretching him open, savoring the seamless connection. A sharp gasp escaped Darrien's lips, his body yielding, molding around the intrusion as it seated deeply inside, filling him completely. Then, with a deliberate withdrawal, Cass thrust back inside again, deeper and harder this time. Their movements soon matched, a primal rhythm emerging as Darrien began to arch his back, the sheets clutched tightly within his fingers.

"You feel so hot and soft," Cass murmured, beads of sweat tracing down his sculpted frame, glistening like jewels in the dim light. 

Darrien's mind was enveloped in a thick fog, as if he were suspended in a dream. The sensation of slickness enveloped him, a tantalizing warmth that heightened the intensity of the moment. Cass's presence within him reached astonishing depths, pressing firmly against a sensitive spot that sent ripples of confusion and exhilaration throughout his being.

"Ca...Cass," Darrien faltered, his voice barely rising above a whisper, filled with a mix of urgency and vulnerability. "Cass... there's... something... you're touching… something inside me," he stammered, each word laced with a bewildering blend of pleasure and apprehension.

At the hushed sound of Darrien's voice, Cass responded with renewed fervor, his movements becoming more insistent, driving deeper and harder, their connection electrifying. 

"Cass… wait!" Darrien gasped, feeling as though the sensation was overwhelming him. 

In that moment, both of their bodies quaked with an undeniable intensity. Every nerve ending ignited as he experienced a climax far beyond anything he had felt before, a burst of ecstasy that threatened to consume him entirely. Cass's deep groans echoed around them and Darrien felt something warm fill his belly, a sign of their shared climax that bound them together in this moment of overwhelming intimacy.

Cass gently scooped Darrien into his arms, cradling him so that he could settle atop him comfortably. They found themselves embraced in the center of the bed, their bodies still abuzz with pleasure. Darrien felt a profound exhaustion wash over him, yet paradoxically, every muscle in his body was blissfully relaxed. Their gazes locked, and as if drawn by an invisible force, they leaned in to share another kiss. 

Darrien playfully traced the outline of Cass's neck with his tongue, his lips grazing the warm skin before he gently bit into it, leaving a light bite mark that he followed with soothing licks, savoring the taste.

"Are you marking your territory?" Cass chuckled, a soft yet playful tone lacing his words, as he tightened his grip around Darrien's waist, pulling him even closer.

"Yes! You belong to me now!" Darrien proclaimed, a note of pride lacing his voice as he playfully flicked his tongue across Cass's lips, slipping inside for a fervent taste of him. 

Cass, caught off guard yet undeniably captivated, responded to the kiss by sucking on Darrien's lower lip, allowing the moment to linger. "Are you really sure you want me? Aside from a set of mean fists and this hulky body, I can't offer much else. What if I don't meet your expectations? And let's be honest, there's a significant age gap between us—I'm much older than you, after all." he said with a playful chuckle, but Darrien could tell he meant in a serious way.

"Cass," Darrien began, a flirtatious spark igniting in his bright eyes, "if you're willing, I'd gladly claim this incredible body of yours for life. I had no idea that an eight-year difference was such a big deal for you. If that's a concern, I could always start calling you 'mister' from now on." He leaned in closer, his breath warm against Cass's skin. "So, mister, consider this: my standards of satisfaction have already been more than met, but I wouldn't mind going a few more rounds with you."

With a fluid motion, Cass guided Darrien back onto the sheets and he began to move within him again. Slowly first, taking his time to savor the moment, his hand resting on Darrien's belly.

"I can feel myself here," Cass said, pressing gently against Darrien's belly, slowly pushing himself all the way in, inch by inch.

Darrien gasped as heat blossomed from between his legs, radiating an intoxicating desire throughout every part of him. 

He put his hand over Cass's hand and pressed harder. "Uh…ah," he moaned as the pressure sent jolts through his stomach. "All mine,"a wicked grin played on his lips, as his body instinctively shifted forward, opening himself up even wider. 

Cass leaned in closer, gathering Darrien's hands in his own, their fingers weaving together, and began to quicken the pace of his movements. Darrien could feel himself tightening around Cass's eager thrusts, and as waves of ecstasy consumed him, the urgent twitch of Cass's body ignited an inferno of pleasure deep within him. The cabin was flooded with their gasps, breaths and moans, the air sweetened with Darrien's honey-flavored pheromones.

Hours slipped by as they surrendered to one another. The bed sheets clung to their bodies, damp and sticky from their fervent exploration, while their skin glistened with a fine sheen of sweat. Outside, the rain continued to pour, tapping rhythmically against the cabin walls, adding to the ambiance of their intimate sanctuary. Despite the chilly atmosphere, their bodies radiated a searing heat, entwined and unwilling to separate, wholly absorbed in each other's warmth and desire.