Richie let out a shaky sigh of relief, his clawed hand still gripping Reo's hip possessively. "Phew... okay, a'ight. I mean... I'm just lookin' out for ya, ya know? makin' sure ya eat and shit." He tried to play it cool, but his voice wavered slightly, revealing his lingering anxiety. Richie's gaze roamed hungrily over Reo's disheveled form, taking in every inch of exposed skin and the enticing scent of Reo's arousal.
*Fuck, he's so goddamn gorgeous... all rumpled and fucked-out from my knot. I never wanna let him go.* Richie's cock throbbed in response to his thoughts, his knot still firmly lodged inside Reo's tight heat. The knowledge that he had marked Reo so completely, inside and out, sent a dark thrill through Richie.
"Room service should be here soon. I ordered you a bunch of shit... I mean stuff. Food and drinks and all that good omega nonsense." Richie rambled, trying to focus on anything other than the overwhelming urge to pin Reo down and rut into him until they were both screaming.
*This is why I volunteered to help Reo out... to support my best friend. It's not weird that I can't stop thinking about sinking into his perfect ass again and again. Fuck, I need to get my shit together...*
Richie shook his head slightly, trying to clear the fog of lust clouding his mind. He couldn't let his own desperation consume him... not yet. Not until he had made sure that Reo was completely satisfied and well-cared for.
"Go on and hop in the shower while we wait, if you want. I'll make sure that fucker... I mean the waiter leaves the food at the door so we don't have to answer it." Richie winked at Reo, trying to regain some of his usual bravado.
*Please hurry the fuck up with the food... I don't know how much longer I can hold back from just ravishing my sweet little omega.*
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