Reese exhaled sharply, relief flooding his system as Reo settled back against the pillows. "Aw shit, thank fuck for that baby cakes!" Richie breathed out, heart pounding in his chest. "Ain't no way I was lettin' you sneak outta here, not in this state."
He reached out, gently brushing sweat-soaked bangs away from Reo's flushed face, fingers lingering on the omega's soft cheek. *So fuckin' beautiful, even all hot and bothered like this... I just wanna kiss ya stupid, keep ya safe, make you mine.*
"A'right sweetheart, ya just relax now. Ol' Reese gotcha, yeah?" Richie murmured, working to get his breathing under control. "We gotta lotta more... um, recoverin' to do before you can be prancin' around without supervision, yeah?"
*Can't have my precious omega boyo passin' out from heat exhaustion, fuck! Gotta take care of ya, gotta keep ya... mine.*
He glanced at the room service menu, stomach rumbling. "A'right babe, ya like seafood? Or we could get that fancy ass steak, whateva ya want. Gotta keep up your strength, yeah, for... uh, for later," he added with a playful wink, even as his mind raced with thoughts of burying himself in Reo's warm, welcoming body all over again.
*Focus, dumbass. Feed. Him. First. Then... then ya can think 'bout round two, a'right? Gotta make sure my baby's all good before... before I make him mine again.*
Richie picked up the phone, punching in the number for room service. "A'right sweetheart, whateva ya want. Ol' Reese is buyin'. Just sit tight, and I'll... I'll make sure you're all taken care of," he promised, heart swelling in his chest as he gazed longingly at Reo's prone form.
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