Fallen General's Omega (BL)

I catch the scent of something cooking from the kitchen, and instantly, my stomach growls. The rich, warm aroma floats through the air, pulling me toward the house. Noelle's cooking again—he always knows exactly when I need to refuel. I set the axe down for a moment, wiping the sweat from my brow, and take a look at the pile of firewood I've been working on. It's decent for now, enough to get us through for a while. 

With a flick of my hand, the axe flies through the air, sailing perfectly into the shed where it belongs. My telekinesis is sharp these days, as precise as it ever was. But, honestly, I prefer not to use it. Noelle loves watching me work with my hands, loves seeing me sweat and toil in the sun, and if I'm being honest, I love being watched by him. The way his eyes follow every movement, the admiration, the quiet pride—it's like fuel, stronger than anything else. A win for both of us.

I start heading toward the house, eager to see him, but I get ahead of myself, stepping a little too quickly. Then it hits—the sharp, stabbing pain in my left leg. The kind that cuts deep and fast, stealing the breath from my lungs. Damn thing. It's always a reminder of what I lost. My hand instinctively tightens around the cane I carry, an unwelcome but necessary companion. I lean into it, grit my teeth, and slow my pace, forcing myself to breathe through the pain. 

I count the seconds in my head. Five. Ten. Fifteen. And then, just like that, it fades, as it always does, leaving behind a dull ache that I've long gotten used to. I push it aside, focusing on the scent of Noelle's cooking, on the warmth of the house just a few steps away.

I can see the soft light spilling out from the windows, hear the faint clatter of pots and pans. Home. Our home. It still feels strange to think of it like that. This house, this life—it's more than I ever thought I'd have. 

*

As I watch Noelle move gracefully in the kitchen, the smell of his cooking fills the room, making my stomach growl in anticipation. But it isn't just the aroma of the food that's captivating me—it's him. His delicate frame moves with such purpose and precision. There's something mesmerizing about how he works, how focused he becomes when he's cooking. My eyes are glued to him, watching his every move. Honestly, he's so beautiful.

When he finishes, he places the food on two plates and looks over at me, a hint of curiosity in his green eyes. I can't help the smile tugging at my lips. I stand up, slowly stalking towards him, my heart beating just a little faster.

"What?" His voice is soft, almost teasing, as he catches my approach. Those green eyes lock onto mine, always so curious, always so damn tempting.

"Nothing," I reply, voice low. "You're just so beautiful."

He rolls his eyes, predictably brushing off my compliment like he always does. I don't think he'll ever understand just how stunning he is to me. How every inch of him seems like it was carved out of perfection. 

I walk closer, coming up behind him, crowding his space. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I feel the warmth of his body sink into mine as I pull him into a firm embrace. His scent hits me like a wave—his pheromones growing stronger, intoxicating me, making my head swim. 

I wasn't planning this... well, maybe not consciously. But with him in my arms, his scent filling the air, I can't help the way my body responds. My hand trails down the curve of his waist, and when I reach the hem of his shirt, I slip my hand underneath, feeling his soft skin. He gasps at the contact, his body arching slightly in surprise.

"Thorne…" he whispers, and the sound of my name on his lips stirs something deep inside me.

"Hmm?" I hum in response, pretending innocence as my hand explores, roaming up his chest. His skin feels like silk under my touch, and I can't stop myself from brushing my fingers over his nipple, eliciting another gasp from him.

"Dinner," he says, his voice barely a protest, as he leans back into me, his resolve weakening with every second. The way he presses back into my chest tells me everything I need to know. He's as affected as I am. I pinch his nipple lightly, and he moans, a sweet sound that goes straight to my core.

"I'm hungry for something else right now, my little star," I growl softly into his ear, pressing my erection against him, making sure he feels just how badly I need him.

"Bedroom," he breathes, and that's all the encouragement I need.

In one fluid motion, I turn him around, claiming his lips with mine. The kiss is fierce, raw, and full of desire. Noelle doesn't hold back, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pulls me closer, deepening the kiss. I lift him effortlessly, his legs wrapping around my waist as I carry him toward our bedroom. The small space between the kitchen and the bed disappears in an instant as I lay him down, my body already craving more.

His shirt is gone in seconds, tossed carelessly aside, and I quickly shove down his pants, not bothering to slow down. The need coursing through me is too strong. He helps, kicking his pants off in a flurry of giggles that make my heart race even faster. We tumble onto the bed, breathless and full of anticipation.

I grab him by the neck, pulling him into another searing kiss. His pheromones are everywhere, filling the air, making me dizzy with want. I can't get enough of him. My hand slides down between us, finding him already wet, slick, and ready for me. I grasp his length, feeling the heat, the slickness, rubbing my thumb over the tip as he trembles beneath me.

He moans, and it's a sound that sends a jolt of pleasure straight through me. "So soon, my little star," I whisper against his lips, teasing him, watching as his eyes grow glassy with need.

"It's because you bully me so much," he whines, his pout making him look even more irresistible.

I chuckle darkly, definitely not sorry for teasing him. I slip a finger inside him, then another, watching as he writhes in pleasure, moaning at every movement. His body responds so perfectly to my touch, like it was made just for me.

"Hands and knees," I command, my voice rough with desire.

He obeys without hesitation, positioning himself on the bed. The sight of him, vulnerable and exposed, drives me wild. I can barely control myself as I slide my fingers inside him again, slow and deliberate, feeling how tight and warm he is.

"Thorne… don't tease me, please…" Noelle begs, his voice breathless, his body trembling. He arches his back, his little ass shaking in the air, begging for more.

I can't resist. I smack his ass, the sound echoing through the room. He moans loudly, and I see the slick drip down his thigh.

"Fuck," I mutter, positioning myself behind him, my cock aching with need. "This is going to be hard and fast, my beloved."

And then I slam into him, burying myself deep inside. Noelle cries out, his voice loud and unrestrained, the way he always is with me. I grip his hips tightly, using them for leverage as I thrust into him, fast and hard, unable to hold back. His warmth envelops me, driving me to the edge of sanity. Each thrust pulls more sounds from him, each moan making me lose control.

I yank him up by his hair, pulling him flush against me, his back arching as he tightens around me. "I'm close," I groan against his ear, my voice strained. "I need you to come with me."

I reach down, gripping his cock, stroking him in time with my thrusts. The tension builds, the room filled with our desperate, ragged breaths. His cries grow louder, more frantic, and I know we're both at the edge.

With one final thrust, Noelle arches his back, his body shaking as he spills into my hand. His release pushes me over the edge, and I cum deep inside him, grunting as waves of pleasure crash over me.

We collapse onto the bed, a tangled mess of limbs and heavy breaths, the intensity of our shared release still coursing through us.