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“What do you think, kjære1?” Erling asked, entering the living area.
“What do I think of…” Jude looked up from his mobile and paused. His eyes widened. He stared, stunned.
Erling smirked at his mate’s reaction. He gave a slow spin, arms out, showing off the intricate details of the viking costume2. The designer Erling commissioned had gone all out. They had even given the outfit a weathered, used appearance.
Jude’s tongue darted out and wet his lips. His gaze dragged over Erling.
“I take it you like it?” Erling asked, stopping in front of the couch.
Warm vanilla wafted in the air.
Erling inhaled the heady, tell-tale scent and grinned.
“Yes,” Jude whispered, voice rough. “Is that for the…uh…thing we talked about?”
“Where I take you as a viking?” Erling asked nonchalantly, tugging at his leather bracer.
Jude swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing, and nodded.
“It is,” Erling said.
The vanilla shifted, turning rich and decadent.
Erling’s cock hardened at the scent of his mate’s arousal.
No doubt Jude was already wet. It’d be so easy to slide into him.
Jude shifted on the couch, spreading his legs.
Erling wasn’t even sure if Jude realized he was doing that.
“Are we doing that now?” Jude asked, gaze flicking to the bulge in Erling’s trousers.
Erling took a deep, steadying breath. He clenched and unclenched his hands. He could just pin Jude to the couch right now and take him.
That wasn’t the plan though. He was going to fulfill Jude’s fantasy and ravage him like a viking warrior. But, the temptation hung there.
After a long moment, Erling shook his head.
“No, kjære,” he said.
Jude pouted.
The vanilla scent of his arousal soured slightly.
“Why not?” he asked.
Erling stepped forward and stood between Jude’s spread legs. He cupped Jude’s chin and tipped his head up. Those enchanting dark brown eyes met his.
“Because,” Erling leaned forward, stopping mere inches from Jude’s face. He continued in a low whisper, nearly growling the words, “The first time I take you while dressed like this, I’m going to earn it.”
Jude inhaled sharply.
The scent of vanilla sharpened. It stroked Erling’s senses, teasing him.
Erling dropped his hand from Jude and took a step back, pushing the teasing scent to the side. He crossed his arms over his chest. His unbound hair fell forward.
“Do you remember our discussion earlier this week?” he asked, leveling a sharp, serious look at Jude.
Jude swallowed. His eyes weren’t so dark now. The citrus and jasmine returned to his scent.
“About the fantasy and what would happen?” he asked.
Erling nodded.
“When you see me like this…run,” he said.
Jude’s lips curled up at the corners.
“A viking warrior has come to invade?”
Erling’s solemn expression cracked. He returned Jude’s smile.
“Yes,” he said.
“So, I run. I can fight back, nothing that will cause any permanent damage” —
“To me or our property, please,” Erling said, shaking his head, amusement coloring his tone.
“Right,” Jude said, nodding. “I can say no?”
Erling swallowed and he sat on the sofa chair to Jude’s right.
The idea of hearing his mate say no, and him continuing, it ate at him. It was the only part of the fantasy that he struggled with.
Jude placed a hand on Erling’s arm, above the leather bracer, and squeezed.
“I could not say ‘no’ and ‘stop’.”
Erling sighed and took Jude’s hand in his, entwining their fingers. He turned to Jude, who wore a soft, understanding expression. Erling kissed the top of Jude’s hand.
“I want you to enjoy it, kjære,” he said, “This is your fantasy.”
Jude got up. He wore a thin long sleeve shirt and a pair of Erling’s black joggers. The joggers hung low on Jude’s hips.
When they were alone, Jude often wore Erling’s clothes. It made Erling’s alpha preen. Jude knew it too. He smirked whenever he strutted around their place while wearing nothing but a pair of boxer-briefs and one of Erling’s jerseys—Haaland emblazoned across the back in big, bold letters.
Jude stood in front of Erling.
“And I’d like you to enjoy it too, alpha,” he said with a huff.
Erling smiled, heart filled with love for his mate. He tugged on Jude’s hand and pulled him into his lap.
Jude straddled him.
Erling ran his hands up and down Jude’s sides, sliding them under his shirt.
He had always taken care to be gentle with Jude. Even when their lovemaking was rough, Erling did his best to not hurt Jude. He wanted his mate to know only pleasure.
They had been mates for a couple of years now. Erling knew the little sounds Jude made. He could tell the difference between pain and discomfort. He knew when he could push Jude a little further or when he had to stop.
If he could discern that…maybe he could distinguish between a pretend no and stop. There were always the safewords. They used the classic color system. But in the heat of the moment, Jude could forget.
Erling let out a long breath. He met Jude’s questioning gaze.
“You can say no and stop.”
Jude nodded.
“But, if I ask ‘colour’ or give you a long look. You must respond. Even if it’s a nod.”
Jude gave a soft smile and pressed a kiss to Erling’s forehead.
“I can do that for you, babe.”
Appeased for the moment, Erling cupped the back of Jude’s head and pulled him into a tender kiss. They lingered like that for a moment. There was no fire or passion behind it. They were affirming their feelings for each other, reminding each other of their love.
Erling pulled back and pressed one last kiss to the tip of Jude’s nose.
“I need to change,” he said.
Jude glanced down.
“You could stay dressed like that.”
Erling chuckled and rolled his eyes. He gently pushed at Jude’s chest.
Jude stood, pouting.
“You’ll see me like this again soon enough, kjære,” Erling said.
“When?” Jude asked.
“Within the next few days,” Erling said, shrugging. He stood and stretched his arms over his head. “Why do you think I suggested we take a vacation here?”
At their house in Norway, surrounded by trees and water. There was no one around. Erling could walk outside naked, confident that no one else would see.
“So this wasn’t just an excuse to keep me warm?” Jude asked with a cheeky grin.
“I do enjoy that,” Erling said. He caught Jude’s lips in a teasing kiss, quickly pulling away before it could become anything more. “Could always come here in the winter.”
Jude’s face scrunched adorably in displeasure.
“I’d never leave the bed,” he said.
“Would that be so bad?” Erling asked, brow arched, grinning.
“Oh go change before I follow you,” Jude said, plopping onto the couch. He grabbed his phone and buried his face in it.
Erling chuckled and went to the bedroom. He changed into normal, modern clothes, and put the costume away.
The next day, Jude kept glancing at him, watching him wherever he went. Erling laughed at Jude’s paranoia and kissed the top of his head.
Erling already had a plan on when he would get Jude and how he’d get him. He meant it when he said he wanted to earn his prize.
By the third day, the tension in Jude’s shoulders had lessened. He wasn’t watching Erling so closely. So midafternoon, Erling said he was going for a swim and asked Jude to join him. Of course, Jude declined, as he always did. He didn’t like how refreshingly cool the water was—claimed it was near freezing3.
Jude scowled when Erling emerged from the bedroom wearing a pair of swim trunks and a towel draped over his shoulder.
“When are you going to go all viking on me?”
«Jeg skal snart, kjære4,» Erling said, grinning.
Jude’s eyes narrowed.
“Is that a clue?” he asked.
«kanskje,5» Erling chuckled.
“You’re killing me here, love,” Jude said, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting.
Erling kissed his forehead.
“Why don’t you go for a walk and enjoy the sun?”
Jude sighed and looked at the couch.
“Please, kjære,” Erling said. He needed Jude to leave the house for his plan to work.
Jude turned a critical eye to him. His lips curled up.
“I get a treat later,” he said, “Of my choosing.”
Erling gave him a long look, pretending to consider it. Jude was already going to get a treat. He just had to leave the house. But Erling wasn’t about to tell him that.
“You’re not allowed to choose the viking fantasy,” he said.
Jude huffed.
“Fine.”
“Thank you, kjære,” Erling said, smiling.
He put his palm on Jude’s lower back and walked him outside. Jude followed him to the water’s edge, seemingly confirming that Erling was going to swim.
“I’ll come find you when I’m done,” Erling said.
Jude nodded. His shoulders hung in disappointment.
Erling kissed his forehead.
“It’ll happen soon, Jude,” he said.
“I know,” Jude said, standing on his tip toes and kissing him. He pulled back and winked—which he did with both eyes and always made Erling grin. “Now go do your swim.”
Erling dove off the small dock and into the cool water. He came up for air several meters away.
Jude waved at him and started to walk along the shore line.
Good.
Erling swam back and forth a few times, putting a pretense of going for a real swim. He waited a few minutes, enough time for Jude to take the curve and disappear from view. Erling popped his head up and glanced around before hurrying back to the dock. He dried off with the towel and then left it there. If Jude came back around, he’d see the towel and assume Erling was still swimming.
Back in the house, Erling quickly changed from his swim trunks and into the viking costume. He pulled half of his hair back and then checked himself in the mirror. He looked the part.
Erling’s heart pounded in excitement. He unlocked the doors, just in case Jude ran into the house and tried to lock them behind him.
Time to find his prey.
Erling hurried along the trail, attempting to be stealthy about it. He didn’t want to spook his prey, at least not too soon.
It didn’t take long to find Jude. Jude was casually strolling along. His hands were clasped behind his head and it was tilted towards the sky.
Jude was gorgeous. Just seeing him made Erling’s heart flutter. And they were mates. Erling couldn’t believe how lucky he was.
A primal, possessive feeling threaded through Erling’s veins.
His.
Erling closed his eyes and fisted his hands, letting that fierce, instinctual feeling surge through him. Viking warriors took what was theirs. They claimed by might.
And to Erling the Viking, an Alpha, that omega was his.
Erling let loose a low, guttural snarl.
Even from a distance Erling could see the shiver run through Jude. He stopped, body trembling. And turned.
Jude’s eyes went wide.
Erling charged forward, sprinting towards the omega.
“Fuck!” Jude shouted.
He wasn’t a world class footballer for nothing.
Jude turned and darted ahead, following the trail back to the house.
Erling grinned. He didn’t need the trail. He knew exactly where he was going. He dodged between the trees.
The omega glanced over his shoulder, a frantic, yet excited expression crossed his features, quickly replaced by one of terror. Jude leaned forward, pushing himself harder. Erling laughed, thrilled at the chase.
«Du er min,6» Erling said, grinning.
Jude glanced over his shoulder at Erling, brows furrowed, and then scowled.
“Right, you said no English.”
Erling smirked and pressed himself harder. He had a few centimeters on Jude. He was also plain faster than him. 7
Jude veered, taking a sharp left and going around the house.
Erling grunted, and changed course. His feet pounded against the ground. He had never felt like more of an alpha. He was chasing after an omega. They were putting in all of themselves into it. Erling was panting for breath from the effort.
“Fuck, I know what a ball feels like now,” Jude said between breaths.
Erling laughed at the comment.
He’d catch up to Jude in just a few more strides.
Then, Jude pivoted and spun back around. Erling reached out to grab him but his fingers only brushed against Jude’s arm.
Erling growled, angry at himself for missing Jude and yet proud of his omega. Jude was proving to be a valuable prize indeed. Erling looked forward to claiming him.
Jude’s feet slid out under him on the patio. He scrambled to his feet. Those precious seconds were enough for Erling to be right on Jude’s heels again.
They got to the house. Jude threw the door open and ran inside. Erling slipped in behind him.
“Fuck,” Jude said, darting through the kitchen.
Earlier, Erling had put away anything breakable. When Jude asked why, Erling gave the excuse that he was going to clean.
As they ran into the living room, Jude grabbed one of the pillows from the couch and threw it behind him. Erling swatted it away.
Then Erling saw it.
His opportunity.
Jude ran around the coffee table.
Erling jumped over it. He wrapped his arms around Jude and threw them both to the ground. Jude squirmed and wriggled in the hold.
“No! Let me go. You brute,” Jude snapped at him. His tone lacked any true malice.
Erling grabbed Jude’s—the omega’s—hands and pinned them above his head.
The omega jerked, but even with one hand, Erling could hold them. He grinned above them.
“Stop, let me go,” Jude said, cheeks flushed.
Sweet vanilla filled the air around him.
«Nei,8» Erling said.
Erling leaned forward.
Jude watched with wide, fearful eyes.
Erling licked a long stripe up the omega’s neck, tasting that sweet scent directly from the source. There was an electric buzz to it, something Erling had never tasted before. He groaned above the omega. He couldn’t resist licking again at the gland.
Underneath him, the omega had gone still. His eyes were dark. The sweet vanilla scent had deepened.
Well, if the omega wasn’t going to fight back—Erling groped him, finding the omega already half-hard.
Jude yelped and kicked helplessly at the floor.
“What? No! Don’t touch me there!”
Erling snarled at the omega.
Jude bared his teeth right back, unintimidated. He jerked away when Erling tried to touch him.
Erling bit at his bottom lip.
The alpha in him demanded he show the omega who was the boss. But Erling couldn’t bring himself to do it. He hesitated, hovering over Jude.
Jude stared at him, chin high, defiance clear in his eyes.
Erling swallowed.
Jude wanted to be conquered. He wanted a viking warrior. An alpha who claimed and took what they wanted.
Erling, before he let himself over think it, slapped Jude across the face. The solid smack of it echoed around them. Erling tensed, waiting for Jude’s reaction, ready to break the scene and apologize.
Jude gasped. His eyes widened. He stared up at Erling.
The vanilla scent sharpened. Something heated and dark twisted inside it. The smell blanketed Erling’s mind.
There was no fear, no shrinking back.
«Ro deg,9» Erling snapped, reassured that he hadn’t actually hurt his mate.
Jude swallowed.
Erling grabbed the waistband of Jude’s joggers, really Erling’s, and yanked them down.
Jude gasped and lurched under Erling.
Erling raised his hand and Jude settled—he stared at the hand in a mix of excitement and fear. Erling lowered his hand and turned his attention to his goal.
The omega’s erect cock arched up. Precome leaked from the tip. Slick poured from his quivering entrance. It coated his thighs, making them glisten.
«Ivrig?10» Erling chuckled, running his fingers along the omega’s soaked folds.
The omega trembled at the touch.
“Don’t please,” he whimpered, voice soft. But even as he begged, his thighs parted ever so slightly more.
Taking the invitation, Erling plunged two fingers inside the omega. The omega wailed and arched his back. The walls of his cunt clamped around Erling’s fingers.
Erling groaned and withdrew his fingers.
The omega whined and pressed into them. Tears gathered at the corners of his eyes.
«Behandler ikke de engelskmennene deg rett?11» Erling chuckled. He ran the tips of his fingers along the omega’s entrance.
The omega bit at their bottom lip. His hips rocked. The entrance to his cunt gaped obscenely.
«Ikke vær redd, omega, det skal jeg,12» Erling growled and shoved his fingers back inside that wet heat.
The omega cried out. His muscles clenched hard around Erling’s fingers, pulling them deeper.
Erling laughed above him, thrusting his fingers in and out of the pretty omega’s cunt.
“No,” the omega whimpered, rocking his head from side to side, tears streaming down his cheeks. But even as he protested, his hips kept rocking onto Erling’s fingers.
«så pen,13» Erling said, gaze tracing over the omega’s trembling body. He licked his lips and watched his fingers disappear into him.
“No, no, no,” the omega said on repeat.
His eyes were closed tight. His hands fisted. His legs were spread as far as they could, trapped as they were beneath Erling.
“Stop, please,” the omega whined.
His whole body trembled.
Erling fucked him harder with his fingers. Slick covered his hand.
It was such a beautiful, filthy sight.
Erling slid a third finger inside him.
The omega’s mouth fell open and no words came out. A high-pitched keening noise spilled out of him. He raised his hips, legs open.
Erling drove his fingers deep, deep inside him.
A tremor ran through the omega. His body went rigid.
Erling rubbed his fingers along the omega’s walls.
The omega collapsed underneath him. His eyes rolled back. His cock spilled onto his shirt and his belly. His walls gripped Erling’s fingers tight.
Erling watched, panting. His own hard cock pressed against his trousers. He had forgotten all about it, entranced with the handsome omega.
The omega went limp.
Erling dragged his fingers out of him and licked the slick off. It was delicious. Like vanilla and citrus. He could get drunk on it.
The omega stared up at him with half-lidded eyes, curiosity in the brown depths.
Fuck. Erling had to have him.
Erling grabbed the leather cord from the pouch at his waist.
The omega jerked when he saw it.
Erling raised his hand.
The omega stilled, gaze locked on Erling’s palm.
«Flink gutt,14» Erling said.
He took the leather cord and wrapped it around the omega’s wrists. The omega whined and gave a few half-hearted tugs. Erling wasn’t the best at knots but he managed something. It was enough to hold the omega’s wrists together.
Erling pulled back, letting go of the omega’s wrists, and admired the half-way to debauched omega.
The omega’s eyes were dark. His lips parted. And his cock was half-hard.
«Koser du deg?15» Erling asked, stroking the omega’s cock.
The omega whimpered. His whole body trembled. Yet, he still rocked his hips, pressing into Erling’s fist.
Erling’s cock throbbed, reminding him of its lack of attention. He released the omega, and chuckled at the omega’s pitiful whine. He shifted and rolled the omega onto his front.
“No,” the omega gasped. He pulled his legs underneath himself.
Erling snarled and slapped the omega’s ass.
“No, please,” the omega cried, but he spread his legs.
Rich, sultry vanilla filled the room. Erling inhaled it. It soaked into his mind.
Erling licked his lips and stared at the omega’s quivering center.
Fuck.
Erling shook his head, forcing himself to focus. He could’ve worshipped the omega for hours. His scent enthralled him.
He shoved his trousers down his thighs. His hard cock smacked against his belly.
The vanilla heightened, burrowing deeper in Erling’s mind.
Erling frowned and glanced up.
The omega, Jude, was staring at his cock.
«Liker du det du ser, omega?16» Erling chuckled and stroked himself.
The omega turned his head, cheeks flushing.
Erling knelt between the omega’s spread thighs. He had to nudge the omega to spread them even further but the omega did not resist. Erling gripped himself and rubbed the head of his cock along the omega’s soaked folds.
The omega shuddered, letting out soft whimpering noises and bowed his back, dropping his head to the floor.
Finally, Erling pressed the head of his cock against the omega’s entrance.
The omega went still. Even the trembling stopped.
Erling let out a heavy breath and slid his hands to the omega’s hips. He dug his fingers into the soft flesh.
Then…he slammed forward, driving his cock deep inside the omega. The omega howled in response, body nearly collapsing to the floor. Erling held him up and fucked him, taking him hard and rough. He used the omega for his pleasure.
The heavy slaps of skin meeting skin filled the room. Each thrust punctuated by an obscene wet noise. Their heavy, panting breaths joined the noise.
There was no finesse to the alpha’s movements. No thought or rhythm. It was primal. An alpha taking an omega.
Erling snarled and bent over the omega. He pressed down on the omega’s head, forcing him to the floor.
The omega’s dark brown eyes were nearly black. Tears flowed down his cheeks.
Yet, a creamy, rich vanilla permeated the room.
«Min omega,17» Erling snapped.
The omega spread his legs wider.
«De svake angelsaksiske alfaene kunne ikke glede deg, kunne de omega?18» Erling asked.
The omega whined. His eyes shifted, glancing up, meeting the alpha’s. In those brown depths, there was a fierce, joyful pride.
Emboldened, Erling fucked harder. With every thrust he plunged his cock deep inside that tight heat. The omega’s walls squeezed around him. It was like he was made for him, made to take Erling’s cock. If there was a heaven on Earth, this was it. Not even scoring a goal could compare to this.
The omega tilted his head, baring his neck—and his precious scent gland.
Erling pounced. He bit hard, sinking his teeth deep. Warm vanilla flooded his senses.
The omega cried, body shaking, and he spilled on the floor. His walls clamped, vice-like around Erling’s cock.
After a few staccato thrusts, Erling buried himself in that incredible warmth and came, filling Jude with his seed. Erling stayed inside Jude for a long moment, his whole body shaking from the intensity of the orgasm. While he lingered, Erling pressed gentle kisses along Jude’s neck and wherever else he could reach.
Eventually, Erling regained his strength and he slowly pulled out of Jude. Jude whimpered when Erling’s cock slipped out of him. Otherwise, he made no move or sound.
Erling rolled Jude onto his back.
Jude’s eyes were glassy. His breathing was slow and even. He gave Erling a weak smile.
Erling returned it, heart lightening.
“Bed?” he asked.
Jude nodded and held up his bound hands.
Erling grinned, amused at the tall omega’s antics. He slipped his arms underneath Jude’s shoulders and knees and lifted him, cradling him against his chest. Jude tilted his head up and pressed his nose against Erling’s scent gland.
“Thank you,” Jude whispered, lips brushing Erling’s neck. The words were spoken so softly that if Jude hadn’t been so close, Erling wouldn’t have heard.
Erling kissed the top of Jude’s head.
“Anything for you, kjære,” he said.
Erling carried Jude into the bedroom. He gently laid him on the bed. Jude held up his hands and Erling undid the knot. He then slowly removed Jude’s trainers and the rest of his clothes, tossing them to the side.
Jude laid there, naked, and absolutely beautiful.
Erling stared at him, breath caught in his chest. His heart was so full of feelings, he could burst.
“Join me?” Jude asked after a moment.
Erling blushed and shook his head.
“One moment, kjære,” he said.
Erling went to the connected bathroom and dampened a washcloth. He returned to the bedroom and wiped off the slick and cum between Jude’s legs. Jude hummed at the attention. Then Erling cleaned himself before flinging the washcloth into the bathroom. He then stripped out of his costume, setting the pieces to the side.
“No more viking?” Jude asked, with just a hint of sadness in his voice.
“No more viking,” Erling said, shaking his head, lips curled in amusement. “It’s not made for sleep or cuddles.”
With that said, Erling pulled the covers back and slipped into bed. Jude slid in next to him. He rested his head on Erling’s chest. Erling wrapped an arm around him and held him close.
They laid there for a long time. A peaceful quiet hung around them.
Jude broke the silence.
He raised his head and stared at Erling. His eyes twinkled.
“Thank you for that, love. I really enjoyed it.”
“Yeah?” Erling asked, cupping Jude’s cheek and brushing his thumb over it.
His heart squeezed.
That was where he hit him.
“Even the slap?” Erling asked in a hushed, tentative voice.
He still couldn’t believe that he had slapped Jude. He would never hurt him. He’d rather die than raise his hand against his mate.
Jude smiled and pressed a kiss to Erling’s palm. He then lifted himself and shifted forward so that he was now straddling Erling. He leaned over him, bracing himself on his forearm.
Erling’s breath stuttered. He couldn’t look away from Jude.
“It was a shock at first,” Jude said, smiling, “but…I liked it.”
“I did not hurt you then?” Erling asked.
Jude shook his head.
“It stung, but only for a moment.”
Tension that Erling hadn’t even realized he was holding drained from his body. He relaxed deeper into the bed.
Jude sat up. He tilted his head to the side and peered at Erling.
“What about you? Did you enjoy being…the viking?”
Erling ran his hands up and down Jude’s sides while he considered his answer.
“I did,” Erling said after a while, “I especially enjoyed chasing you.”
Jude grinned above him. His eyes sparkled. He dragged a hand down Erling’s chest.
“Does that mean a certain viking could knot me sometime?” he asked in a low, sultry voice.
Erling chuckled. He cupped the back of Jude’s head and pulled him into a tender kiss. He let go and slid his hand behind his head.
“I don’t think I’d have the patience to put on the costume when I’m in a rut,” he said, shaking his head, “Or, that you’d even run from me while you’re in heat.”
Jude gave a snort.
“The viking caught the omega. Now the poor, captured omega is in heat. And…” Jude leaned forward, “The viking is going to fill the omega with his pups.”19
Erling swallowed back a surge of lust. His cock twitched.
Jude’s nostrils flared. His lips curled into a smirk. His eyes darkened.
Fresh vanilla slipped into the room.
Jude grinned up at him and dragged himself downward, positioning his center over Erling’s hardening cock.
“Jude…” Erling whined.
Jude grinded down on him, rubbing his center of Erling’s cock.
Erling groaned and grabbed Jude’s hips, digging his fingers into the dark skin.
“Do you want that Erling? Do you want to fill that poor omega with your pups? Make him round?” Jude asked, eyes glinting.
Erling growled and grabbed the back of Jude’s head, crashing their lips together. He then rolled them and got Jude underneath him. With a quick move of his hips, he sheathed his hard cock inside Jude.
Jude gasped, eyes flying open.
Erling braced himself over Jude.
“No,” he said, shaking his head.
“No?” Jude asked, brows furrowed.
“I don’t want that omega or an omega,” Erling nearly spat the words.
Jude frowned. His sweet vanilla scent soured.
Erling cupped Jude’s cheek and rubbed his thumb over his skin, brushing under his eyes.
“I want you, Jude Bellingham. Only you.”
Tears gathered at the corners of Jude’s eyes. He smiled, big and bright.
“Come here,” Jude said, burying his fingers in Erling’s hair and pulling him into a sweet kiss.
Erling’s heart fluttered and he kissed back with all the love and adoration that he felt for Jude.
When Jude pulled back. He stared into Erling’s eyes.
“I love you, Erling Haaland.”
Erling smiled and laid his forehead on Jude’s.
“I love you, Jude Bellingham.”
Erling rocked into Jude. Jude let out a soft noise and he wrapped his arms around Erling, holding him close. Erling took his time with each thrust. There was no hurry. No desperate, burning need. It was languid and slow.
Their lips met every so often, exchanges of sweet little kisses. Their hands wandered over each other’s bodies, already familiar but each time it still felt new.
Erling cupped Jude’s cheek again.
Jude gave a snort. His face scrunched adorably.
“What?” Erling asked.
“At least when the omega is in heat, you won’t hear any ‘no’ or ‘stop’.”
Erling rolled his eyes and continued his lazy thrusting.
“Oh! Or slapping. The omega will want that knot too much to disobey,” Jude said, amused.
Erling sighed, lips curling despite himself.
“I could slap the omega if he talks too much,” he said.
Jude’s lips pursed and he stared at Erling for a long moment before shaking his head.
“No, you wouldn’t. You love how much I talk,” Jude replied, grinning smugly.
Erling sighed again, and shook his head. When he met Jude’s gaze, the love shone through clear as day.
“I do love how much you talk,” he said, catching Jude’s lips in a soft, tender kiss.
Jude pulled back a moment later. His fingers combed through Erling’s hair.
Erling hadn’t stopped his easy thrusts. He delighted in the warmth that surrounded him. He could spend forever inside of Jude.
“Babe?”
«Ja, kjære?20» Erling asked.
“We’ll get to your fantasy someday,” Jude said in a wistful voice.
Erling smiled up at him and then glanced down at Jude’s abdomen. He returned his gaze to Jude’s.
“Someday,” Erling whispered.