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Wren aches. He curls up in bed clutching his stomach, wracked with pain. He feels feverish, almost delirious. He misses Zane, his body desperate for his mate, and his absence is making Wren feel all the more ill. Usually Zane is here to help him nest as his heat sets in, fluffing the blankets in the dryer, kissing him, and making Wren feel safe and protected before fucking him through the peak of the heat. Without Zane, Wren feels cold and alone, his gut aching. He’s sure his scent is sour too.
Wren checks his phone again, one hand still wrapped around his stomach. He has no new text from Zane, the last one two hours ago, just saying ‘on my way’. Zane had gone to NYC for a bit of work thinking he’d be back in time, but he’d gotten delayed, and now Wren is suffering alone. Wren knows spamming Zane won’t get him there any faster, it would probably slow him down if he was checking his texts. Instead Wren burrows further into bed, and tries to sleep, just to avoid the pain.
He wakes to the sound of the front door opening. He’s drenched in sweat, hot and cold at the same time. Wren’s sure his sour scent has reached throughout the house. A few seconds later the bedroom door opens, and Zane comes into the room, his shirt halfway over his head already. He casts it to the side and trips a little as he pulls off one moon boot after the other. He’s out of breath, with his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead and his scent spikes with anxiety as he quickly comes to Wren in the bed.
“Are you okay?” Zane asks with concern.
“Hurts,” Wren moans.
Zane climbs into the bed and straddles Wren, smothering him completely with his weight.
“It’s okay, i’m here now. I drove as fast as I fukin’ could,” Zane says.
“Missed you,” Wren mumbles.
Zane gathers Wren into his arms, getting under the blankets and pulling Wren against his bare chest. Zane kisses his hair and puts his big warm hands over Wren’s stomach. It’s making Wren feel better already. The heat from Zane’s hand is dissipating the pain. Wren squirms, he wants the pain to go away so Zane can fuck him already. They both know that rushing will end up making the pain worse, so for now they stay curled together in Wren’s botched nest, with Zane rubbing his tummy.
Zane licks Wren’s neck, kissing it and biting it softly. It helps his scent, purging the sour smell and replacing it with the seeds of arousal. Wren clutches Zane's hand and presses it into his stomach.
“Why’d it take so long?” he asks.
“Ugh,” Zane groans. “The fucking bridge went out or sum shit, then I got fuckin’ lost cause I was stressin’, I’m sorry,” Zane apologizes again, softly bitting on the back of Wren’s neck. Wren can feel that Zane is still quite anxious, it’s in his scent, and especially in the way he’s fussing over Wren.
“Are you mad,” Zane whines.
“No, you’re here now,” Wren says softly.
“I’m gonna take care of you, don’t worry baby.”
Wren rolls over, so he and Zane are chest to chest. He kisses Zane, bitting his bottom lip and pulling it into his mouth. Zane follows easily, they kiss sweetly as Zane’s hands roam all over Wren’s body. His big hands press into Wren’s hips, then his ass, kneading and pressing.
Wren breaks away from Zane’s lips to lick and bit his neck, craving his mate’s scent. Zane groans and squeezes Wren’s ass hard.
“Take it easy, baby, don’t rush.” Zane chides.
Wren Whines, desperate and still aching. Zane is helping the pain, but Wren is still feverish and dizzy. His stomach aches badly, and he knows the pain will stop once Zane is inside him.
“Hurts,” he whines, to emphasize his point. He burrows as close to Zane as he can, gripping his mates body, deeply inhaling the scent of his partner.
“I know, i know,” Zane murmurs. He pulls Wren into his lap and kisses him again. Wren is too weak to hold himself up, but he grinds down onto zane’s lap, feeling a bulge starting to form there. Even feverish, Zane’s mere presence is enough to start getting him aroused. Zane holds him, letting wren grind as they kiss.
Slowly, the cramps start to be replaced with the feeling of wetness, until Wren can feel hs boxers starting to stick to his crotch. Zane feels it too, because he hooks Wren’s leg and flips them so Wren is on his back, underneath Zane. Zane takes his wrist and softly pins them to the bed next to Wren’s head.
“Slow down baby,” Zane commands.
Wren squirms, missing the feeling of Zane’s bulge against his cunt. He whines out loud, trapped in a hellish mix of half grown arousal and aching pain.
“I want it now, Zane please,” Wren begs.
“It’s just gonna hurt if we rush, you know that. ‘M sorry I couldn't get here before you got sick,” Zane says, burying his face in Wren’s neck. He lays down so his weight is on Wren, enveloping him.
“don’t care, Zane please, c’mon.”
“I care.” Zane’s voice is muffled.
Wren knows it’s hard for Zane to resist his begging, which makes him feel a bit guilty. He squirms more, feeling like he’s going to cry. He can’t help the big sniffle that escapes him.
Zane picks himself up and kisses wren once on each cheek, before kissing hm on the lips again.
“Don’t cry baby, I’ll take care of you.”
Zane kisses down Wren’s neck, then down hs bare chest. He takes Wren’s left nipple into his mouth and sucks it lightly. Wren gasps and pushes the back of Zane’s head against his chest as his back arches into the touch. A wave of arousal rolls through him, washing away even more of the pain. Zane keeps sucking, and uses his hand to play with the other nipple, rubbing up and down Wren’s side before pressing his thumb into the perky little bud. Wren feels more slick gathering between his legs.
“Zane!” Wren presses his thighs together. He still feels desperate and feverish, needing Zane to touch him between his legs more than anything. Zane relents and kisses further down Wren’s body, biting him sweetly on the stomach before he licks at the waistband of Wren’s boxers. Another desperate sniffle escapes Wren’s throat, causing Zane to look up with concern. Instantly Wren throws his arms over his face to hide. He hates how pathetic he’s acting, but starting his heat without his mate is a uniquely awful experience.
“You’re okay, it’s gonna be okay,” Zane says. He oh-so slowly pulls Wren's boxers down his legs. Wren tries to hold still but he can feel his body shaking. He needs Zane so bad.
Zane rubs Wren’s bare legs, and then his stomach. Wren peeks through his fingers to watch as Zane’s hand dips down to where he needs it most.
“Please,” he whines.
“I got you baby,” Zane says again, and presses his thumb against Wren’s aching cunt.
Wren lets out a desperate and pathetic moan, helplessly pushing into Zane’s touch. Zane presses Wren’s hips back down with his other hand. He slides that hand over Wren’s tummy and presses gently. The hand on Wren’s clit rubs slow circles, barely enough. It’s making Wren feel insane, he needs so much more than this. He grabs Zane by the wrist and tries to force his hand further down, inside, but Zane’s hand won’t budge.
“Zane please! Stop teasing me,” Wren cries.
Zane grabs Wren’s wrists in return and pins them back to the bed. He leans down and bites Wren on the neck in admonition.
“I’m not teasing you, If I fuck you now it’s going to hurt and then you’re gonna get mad at me for knotting you too fast.”
“No, no I won’t, Zane c’mon just your fingers, please!” Deep down, Wren knows Zane is right, that the right way to do it is to loosen Wren up slowly, but he’s to messed up to think straight.
Zane presses his forehead to Wren’s. This close, Wren feels a little more sane. Zane is right here.
“It’s my job to take care of you,” he whispers. “Let me do that.”
“F-fine,” Wren mumbles.
Zane lets go of Wren’s wrists, and takes hold of his legs. He spreads them gently, and settles between them. Wren can feel Zane’s breath against his cunt. He squirms a little, but this time he doesn’t rush Zane.
Zane presses his hand back to Wren's stomach, spreading his fingers. His other hand spreads Wren’s pussy open. Slowly, Zane licks at Wren’s clit, and sucks it into his mouth.
Instant relief washes over Wren. His cunt is still aching, his stomach aches, but Zane’s hand and tongue are quickly spreading arousal and warmth through his body. It won’t be long until the pain is gone. Wren threads his fingers through Zane’s hair, not pressing, just holding his mate. Zane licks and sucks at Wren’s cunt, making it wet and messy…