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He loves to get Omega like this- so blissed out and needy that he's hardly aware of himself. So pliant. So trusting. It's a high like no other- the ability to bring a creature that could kill him without any effort to a fever pitch. Omega shudders above him, hips bucking into his hand, clit pulsing hard against his thumb, and Terzo knows he's close. Again.
He wants it more than he could ever want anything for himself, his own erection forgotten where it tents his pants. He wants to see just how many times he can make Omega cum before he begs for him. Or maybe, he just wants to stay like this as long as possible, pressed beneath his ghoul's massive form, face buried against his chest, brick wall digging into his shoulders. Terzo notes the way Omega's pants turn to whines. The way his legs shake. The way his fingers dig into the wall above him. He crests again with a hellish growl, gushing into Terzo's hand, and pride swells in his chest once more.
Omega collapses against him, going limp as his legs give way beneath him, and Terzo clutches him tight, trying his best to support him. It's bliss. It's too much. He's too heavy. He's too big. But Terzo can't bear the thought of letting him down. Not now. Not after he's put so much trust in him. Not when he's purring so loud that Terzo can feel it in his bones. He strokes through the fur at the nape of Omega's neck, trying his best to be soothing as he's crushed between Omega's weight and the wall behind him. It's fine. He's fine. His head is feeling fuzzy, but it was a little fuzzy before then, too. Omega will recover and he'll tell him what a good ghoul he is for him, they'll get on the bus and at the next stop, they'll do this all over again. He just has to go just a little longer. Just has to fight off the burning in his lungs for a few more moments. The brick wall scrapes his shoulders through his jacket as his own legs give way, and Omega yelps, hitting his head against the wall on their way to the ground below.
The next thing Terzo knows, he's waking up to bright, fluorescent lighting. He glances to his side without lifting his head, trying to parse out the situation without alerting anyone to the fact that he's awake. Omega sits ramrod straight in a chair at his side, his tail swishing around anxiously beneath him.
"You're awake." He says flatly, and Terzo winces at the tone. He's upset with him.
"Where-"
"The Emergency Room."
"....seems a bit drastic, no?"
"No."
Omega is staring past him, eyes vacant behind his mask, hands folded in his lap. He's mad, then. Shit. Terzo had dropped the ball. He'd fallen short. He'd let him put so much trust in him, only to let him down and leave him unsatisfied.
"I'm sorry." He blurts out. It's nothing, but it's all he can offer now.
"Sorry?" Omega tilts his head. "You could have died. I could have killed you."
"I'll do better next time."
"There will be no next time."
He couldn't have heard that correctly. Terzo sits up, turning a worried gaze to Omega. No next time? Never? Was he being dumped? Did he fuck this up so badly that Omega's finished with him?
"Look uh, I know, I passed out. But I swear, it won't happen again. I'll get better at holding my breath, sì?" He tries not to sound too much like he's begging, but he can't help the desperate little note in his voice.
"I can't." Omega clarifies, his voice breaking suddenly. "I cannot risk- I can't, Vincenzo."
He's sure he's heard Omega use his first name once before, but he really can't remember when. The ghoul trembles slightly, and it begins to dawn on him that what he'd took for anger was something much more primal: fear. His heart breaks anew, and the guilt worsens. It twists in him like a dagger, boring into him and bleeding him dry. He's done so much worse than just disappointing him.
"Oh amore…"
"Why didn't you stop me?" he hisses, sharp and accusatory in his anguish. "I trusted you."
"I just- I wanted to hold you like that for just a little longer, is all. I thought it would be fine. I'm sorry."
"We cannot do this if you do not tell me when I am hurting you."
"I understand."
"Do you?"
He's given him every reason to doubt him, and still, it hurts. Terzo can't help but feel like he's accidentally broken something very precious to him, and no matter how he glues the pieces back together, the cracks will still be visible. He reaches for Omega's hand, covering it with his own and noting with a different sort of feeling just how small it is compared to his. How fragile a thing he must appear. How difficult it must be to place one's trust in something so frail.
"I'm sorry, amore. I really am. You have my word that I will not allow myself to be smothered again, or anything like that. And I understand if you need a little space now. Whatever I can do to make this better, just say the word."
Omega says nothing to him. He huffs like an animal and Terzo imagines the way his nostrils flare under the mask. It's a sound of defeat. Of acceptance. He turns his palm upward, allowing Terzo's hand to fall into his own, and it is response enough for now.