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It wasn’t even close to his birthday but he was feeling spoiled already. The big bash for his ascension to Papa was a roaring success. He was drinking too much and getting kissed by too many beautiful people. The crush of bodies nearly outnumbered the times he had to say thank you for all of the congratulations and compliments he received.
But the drinks were finally hitting him and the one person he could rely on to rescue him was nowhere to be found. He could search, or he could wander back to his room and collapse in peace. He opted for the latter, excusing himself as politely as he could and stumbling down the empty hallway back to his room.
Terzo closed the door with his weight, glancing at his comfortable bed and the small, dark box that he had surreptitiously shoved most of the way under it. A wicked, lopsided smile crept onto his mouth as he turned the lock, very drunk and now very horny.
He didn’t want to have to make the trek back to the party to find his taller half. His knees were too wobbly for that. So he shucked off his robes, leaving everything in a pile on the floor, leaning down to retrieve the hefty little box.
He had to grab for it a few times, his fingers didn’t seem to work properly, but he finally wrestled it up onto the bed and crawled up after his stolen prize. Terzo fingered the edge like he was trying to entice it to open on its own, a filthy caress.
He hefted the large dildo in his palm, the ugly face of his brother staring back at him. It was a striking likeness that made Terzo laugh, “All right, fratello (brother), let's see what you're good for. You’ve got your head up your own ass so often, it’s finally my turn,” he chuckled stupidly as he drizzled some lube onto his fingers.
He stroked the pointed silicone head before rubbing his fingers between his legs, slick and cool with lube. He fingered himself sloppily, sliding one digit in and then two, crooking them as best he could. His shaft bobbed against his stomach greedily.
What had Secondo named this stupid thing? The Phallos Mortuus? Terzo twitched as he pulled his fingers free, knees falling open as he teased himself just a bit more, rubbing lazy circles against his rim.
His cock gave another lusty throb as he smeared more lube on the toy, disappointed that it wasn’t getting any of his attention. He wished that he had more hands, unable to stroke the toy and himself simultaneously. A filthy thought crossed his mind for a fraction of a second, but he was too impatient to execute it, lining up the dildo with his slick backside.
Terzo’s hands shook from the booze as he tried to line it up where he wanted it. But as he prodded around, his stretched hole engulfed the thicker than normal head and his hand slipped, shoving it in too far too fast, making him moan lasciviously.
His other hand flew to his leaking shaft, finally wrapping his fingers around himself, squeezing too tightly in his enthusiasm and groaning far too loudly for his own good. His eyes rolled back, mouth slack in pleasure as he lifted his knees towards his chest, angling the toy to slide deeper.
“Ohh, fuuuck, fratello, at least you’re not as worthless as I thought.” Terzo’s hand tightened on his rigid sex as he worked the toy in and out in a toe-curling rhythm. His eyes were slipping closed in ragged bliss. He was quickly turning into a debauched, filthy, sexy mess; chest flushed and legs shaking as he brought himself off.
The ridges on the toy scraped pleasurably against his sensitive walls and he wished that he had been able to find Omega before he left the party. The Ghoul’s drool-worthy shaft would have been such a better fuck than his older brother’s lewd merchandise. Terzo had to admit that it was a close second though, if he was unable to get his hands on the real thing.
The lock clicked on his bedroom door. The only other person he had given a key to was-
“Omega,” Terzo purred as the Ghoul cracked the door and slipped inside, locking it behind him.
“What are you doing?” The answer seemed obvious, but Terzo had a snarky response to every question,
“Quality Assurance.”
“I can...see that…” the Ghoul swallowed hard, unable to stop his gaze from wandering down between the newly-appointed singer’s legs, “But why now? What about the party?” Terzo made a disgusted face that flashed with a hint of bliss as the dildo rubbed over his sweet spot,
“Fuck the party. I’ve had enough of people kissing my ass for a lifetime.” Omega arched an eyebrow, starting to undo his shirt,
“Even me, darling? You know how you get when I get to play between those perfect legs of yours.” Omega lolled his tongue past his fangs; that long, forked, slick muscle made Terzo pause at pleasuring himself.
“Okay, you’re the exception. But look, I think it's stretched me out rather nicely…” Terzo slid the toy from his body with a flinching groan, gauging his lover’s reaction, “What do you think, tesoro (darling)?”
Omega had a starving look on his face, licking his fangs as Terzo held himself open, that slick, pink skin stretched between his fingers. His own gaze was heavy-lidded with lust, staring the Ghoul down with his sultriest bedroom eyes. Omega practically tore at his clothes, trying to get undressed and up onto that bed like he was trying to break a record.
The Ghoul looked at Terzo like he wanted to eat him; it was the way he always looked at Terzo. Omega oozed charm as he pressed one large, warm hand against Terzo’s milky thigh, fondling the toy from the singer’s slippery grip,
“Wouldn’t you rather play with me than your toys?” Omega gazed at the shimmering dildo as if he could melt it with a look, “Or do you want me to help you play with your toys?” The hand on his thigh slid lower, the Ghoul’s thumb pulling Terzo’s slippery hole apart, salivating as he eased the dildo against the singer’s entrance.
Terzo groaned as Omega slid the toy back into his body. His channel gaped to admit it, the sensation so different from him playing with himself earlier. He sighed rapturously as the Ghoul teased him, angling it to brush across his prostate.
“Nngh, Omega-!” Terzo’s breathy gasp as he clutched the sheets was a broken, devilish thing, alive and dying all at once as the Ghoul slid the toy out nearly all of the way and back in again, making his legs tremble. Omega’s warm breath ghosted against his skin like a prayer.
Terzo’s thighs were as smooth and pale as marble, but the warm blood that flowed beneath was as thick and rich and sweet as mulled wine. Omega wanted to get drunk on Terzo’s body. He dragged his fangs experimentally along that perfectly unmarred flesh, the singer groaning and arching beneath his hands.
“Terzo…My beautiful, dark angel…” the Ghoul’s deep voice made him shiver. Omega’s sultry tone was overflowing with appreciation; a whirlpool of churning lust that Terzo found himself caught in, willingly drowning in pleasure. Those fangs, those claws, were dragging his darkest desires from him.
They scraped against his quivering leg, along his hip and teasing his shaft. The beast’s warm breath made his own moan catch in his throat. Traveling north, the Ghoul’s wicked fangs pricked against his stomach and up to his chest. Omega breathed him in like the most heady perfume, even as those powerful fingers continued to work the toy inside.
“Are you going to spill before I’ve even gotten to stretch you open myself? It’s certainly done wonders to loosen you up for me.” Omega growled, his fangs sliding against Terzo’s taut throat. A gorgeous shiver ran the length of the singer’s body as he craned his head to the side, submitting completely to his dangerous lover’s whims.
“No, please. Omega- you. It has to be you.” Terzo’s desperate whimper flared the Ghoul’s blood. His human lover was reaching his peak already and Omega wanted nothing more than to make him spill. But his drive to be buried to the hilt inside of Terzo’s slick channel was so much stronger. He would have crushed the toy to dust if he thought it would have made a difference. But it still had its uses.
The Ghoul pulled the toy free, his fingers dragging against the singer’s gaping rim; gorgeous, and so ready for him. Omega shifted between Terzo’s thighs, lining himself up blindly, sliding just the head of his cock into his lover’s body. Terzo keened, shivering against the sheets, this welcome pressure making him lightheaded.
But Omega pulled out, teasing him. The Ghoul rolled his hips forward as Terzo whined for more. Omega thrust in the barest amount further before leaving Terzo blissfully unfulfilled again. Every time the singer swallowed him up further, and every time, Omega drew out his lover’s pleasure until the singer could take him fully.
The Ghoul drew back one final time, cradling Terzo’s lolling head in his claws. Those fathomless eyes, glassy with pleasure as Omega thrust in, hard and deep, forcing a moan from the singer’s throat. This time, he stayed buried to the hilt, hips grinding against Terzo’s backside, giving him every single inch and more, filling up the singer as he gasped for breath.
Omega’s girth was always something wondrous to behold. Having him nestled inside, Terzo’s walls clenching around him, was paradise on earth. Terzo didn’t care how he got it: filling his hands, his mouth, his ass. Everything about his towering Ghoul drove him mad with desire. There was no one on earth he’d rather have all to himself in every way imaginable.
“Ohh-Omega! Fuuuck, baby! Ngh-!” Terzo quivered in those strong arms, the flex of the Ghoul’s muscles against him as Omega thrust in again were like an infernal rite. This coming together; their souls entwining as Terzo lost himself completely, again and again. His heart was in his throat, a choking moan dribbling from the side of his mouth.
“Please…” He didn’t even know what he was asking for with that pleading whimper. He just knew that he needed more, deeper, harder. He would absolutely die if Omega stopped now. His knees were bent towards his chest, holding himself open as the Ghoul pressed against him. His nails dug into the soft meat of his thighs, palms slipping on sweat-slick skin.
Omega’s hand was braced on the mattress, those deadly claws close to Terzo’s head. The Ghoul’s other hand was wrapped securely around his leaking shaft, that calloused thumb pressing behind his balls, stroking and squeezing all at once as the singer was fucked stupid.
“I’m gonna fill you up until you can’t hold anymore. Then I’m going to stuff that filthy abomination back inside your greedy little hole while I make you spill again. You’re just my messy, little slut.” The Ghoul’s dirty words made Terzo jolt in Omega’s fingers, even more desperate to come.
“I’m your messy, little slut,” Terzo repeated obediently, watching as prejack slicked his stomach. Omega throbbed against him and the sound he made could have put the Devil to shame. It was so sinfully good, this filthy love-making. Terzo’s slippery channel squeezed Omega like a vice, keeping him inside.
The singer’s peak had been built back up to the breaking point and Terzo could have spilled with just a word from his infernal lover. A half-feral growl vibrated against Terzo’s neck as those fangs grazed his throat. The pinprick points of Omega’s deadly canines sank into the soft meat of his shoulder, blending with the rugged, carnal pleasure building up inside of him as the Ghoul bred him like a beast.
“Ohh, darling, I can’t-!” Terzo cried, his shaft jolting in the circle of Omega’s claws as the Ghoul stroked and pressed into him, that little strip of skin behind his balls tensing as Terzo’s muscles clenched around Omega’s length.
“Yes you can. Hold on just a little longer for me, love. I want you to feel me fill you up before I let you come.” Terzo’s eyes rolled back into his skull. His entire body was vibrating with arousal. His desire to just have Omega tear his orgasm from him nearly overrode his desire to be as good and as patient as he could for his Abyssal lover.
“Nngh, it’s too much, I can’t-!” The singer’s heaving breath plumed between them and Terzo’s hips shot up against Omega’s fingers. The stroking pressure of the Ghoul’s thumb behind his balls, rubbing in damning circles, was stretching his hole open little by little, letting him feel every solid inch of Omega’s thick girth. He thought he would break in half.
“-too good! Omega, please-” Terzo begged, writhing beneath his Ghoul, fingers gripping those corded arms as the powerful rhythm guitarist rutted against him. The pace was frenetic and brutal but Terzo didn’t care. He wanted to feel that electric heat, spurting white-hot inside of him as Omega stroked him over the edge of release.
A heavy, growling moan rumbled between them as Omega’s fangs sank deeper, tasting the singer’s sweet blood. The Ghoul nearly took a chunk out of Terzo’s shoulder as he ground his hips into the singer’s backside, thrusting up hard as he pressed Terzo down against his shaft, spilling into that slick, fluttering channel with a roar of satisfaction.
Those fingers tightened around Terzo’s leaking cock and he moaned loudly as his seed splattered hot over Omega’s knuckles and onto his stomach. His skin was streaked with pleasure as the Ghoul continued to pump his copious release into the shivering singer.
Omega was true to his word, fingering the toy only to shove it back home into Terzo’s dribbling hole, stopping up his milky load. The Ghoul’s hungry purr at such a mouth-watering sight made the singer flinch as Omega pressed his hips to the bed, that meaty palm keeping him from pushing the dildo out as the Ghoul swallowed his softening shaft.
This delightful overstimulation had him gripping the sheets again, moaning in renewed arousal as the Ghoul lashed his tongue around the singer’s half-hard shaft. Terzo’s hole fluttered around the dildo, pleasurable aftershocks rocking him to his core as a second, but dry, orgasm thrilled through him, his body remembering and longing for Omega’s sinful length.
The Ghoul released him from that hellish mouth, finally easing the toy free. His overworked muscles relaxed, the Ghoul’s full load dripping down the crack of his ass to soil the sheets. Terzo was boneless and weak, not caring at all about his linens. He just wanted to fall asleep in Omega’s arms. But the Ghoul was still full of erotic energy,
“Come on, angel. How can you be tired already? The night’s just started. What kind of a cool, badass singer full of sexual charisma would you be if you can’t even keep pace with your bandmates?”
The Ghoul’s rumbling laughter made Terzo sit up groggily. He felt a mess. But seeing Omega: half-hard, tail flicking enticingly, rummaging in Terzo’s secret booze stash for a half-finished bottle of wine, made the singer throb.
Omega came back to the bed holding two glasses of wine. Terzo felt like he had had enough to drink at the party to last a lifetime, but his buzz had been slowly wearing off and Omega pushed both glasses into his hands. This little “private party” of theirs was so much better than whatever was going on downstairs.
“Oh, no, I couldn’t possibly…” He started to protest, but Omega just shot him a don’t be stupid look and went to retrieve some things from the bathroom. He came back and sat heavily on the bed behind Terzo, tending to his shoulder carefully as the singer sipped at his glass.
Omega placed a kiss on the back of Terzo’s neck as he finished up, stealing the other glass from his lover’s fingers.
“You always treat me so well, darling.” Terzo cooed, running a finger under Omega's chin. He turned to pull the Ghoul in for a kiss and accidentally elbowed the glass Omega was holding, wine sloshing down the Ghoul’s chest in bloody rivulets.
Terzo rushed to correct his mistake, “Oh, let me. Please…” He leaned over, setting their glasses on the table before pushing Omega down to the already-soiled sheets. What was one more fluid to clean? He could feel the Ghoul’s muscles relaxing, knowing that Omega could easily throw him across the room if he was so inclined.
The singer bent down over his prone lover, lapping up the spilled wine like some sort of alcoholic vampire. He sucked the boozy nectar from Omega’s skin, the flavor of his sweat mingling deliciously with the sweet, red wine. He imagined that this must be how Omega felt around him all of the time; a walking buffet ready to be devoured at a moment’s notice, his hot blood like a shot of adrenaline in the Ghoul’s hungry mouth.
Worshipfully licked clean, Omega went back to his wine. They polished off what was left of the bottle between them and the Ghoul felt brave enough to finally pop the question,
“Do you think you’d ever want to top me?” That was not the question that Terzo expected to come out of Omega’s fanged, gorgeous mouth.
“Well, I mean, if that’s what you want, amore (love), then who am I to deny you?” If he was being truthful he would have said:
Do you know that that’s all I’ve ever wanted? To have you beneath me in the same way as you have me? To feel you clench and shiver around my cock, desperately longing for my touch? To watch as you lose yourself to pleasure in the same way that you devour me?
“Where do you want me?” Terzo couldn’t contain his ardor as those words fell from his lover’s lips. He leaned down to peck a tender kiss to the side of Omega’s mouth,
“Beside me, always, my love. But on your front first, if you please. Sorry about the mess we made.”
“You made,” the Ghoul chided as Terzo cut in,
“That you helped me make,” the singer’s tinkling laugh made Omega’s lip curl. He shifted to the cleaner side of the bed as the singer hopped down to go grab something.
The Ghoul pillowed his head on his arms, closing his eyes as the singer’s solid weight pressed him into the mattress, Terzo’s thighs astride his broad hips. He flinched like a restive horse as cool, pointed metal scratched leisurely down his back.
“Do you like them? I designed them myself. The plain, old gloves weren’t nearly as flashy as these. Plus, they give me a bit of an edge, don’t you think?” Omega couldn’t help but purr at the contact, his tail flicking between Terzo’s legs, sliding along the singer’s calf.
“Mmm…I love them…”
“Here?” Terzo’s fingers trailed over Omega’s hips, scraping along the base of his tail. The Ghoul shivered. “Or here?” Those claws scratched over the rounded curve of Omega’s ass, pink trails gouged so lovingly into his dark flesh. Terzo’s fingers were a cool tease between his cheeks as the singer’s husky voice settled against the silence,
“I want to see how wet I can make you, fingering you open until you’re dripping for me.” Omega gripped the sheets, muscles tensing as Terzo circled his puckered rim, more-than-slick already. The Ghoul tensed up and instantly relaxed as the singer worked his finger inside, stroking over Omega’s surprisingly sensitive walls.
Sometimes it seemed like Omega spent more time in Terzo’s room than his own. That opulent bed that always smelled of sweet spices. Candles and bouquets of dark, red roses littered every surface like a gaudy priest’s quarters. Terzo loved the thorniest ones. The things that had the capacity to harm him the most.
Everything was dark and sensual; a perfect little grotto of pleasure. The newly-appointed singer demanded only the best. And right now Omega was being the best Ghoul for him. Those claws scraped against his sweet spot as Terzo twisted his digits out, Omega’s noises increasing in volume,
“Look at you, all blissed out on just my fingers. Making my big cat purr…” The singer rubbed Omega’s hair affectionately as he dug his fingers back inside. A few more teasing strokes and the Ghoul was squelching wet, so ready for the real thing.
Terzo slid his fingers free, smearing the slick goo over the head of his cock. It was unbelievably slippery. His fingers tightened around his shaft, squeezing a little too hard and he groaned, pushing himself between the Ghoul’s pert cheeks. Those clawed fingers squeezed handfuls of Omega’s ass, stretching his lover open as he pushed inside easily, the Ghoul’s body greedily opening up for him.
“Mmmm… tesoro (darling) you’re swallowing me up. I can just slide right inside. But, you keep clenching like that and this is going to be over very quickly,” Terzo warned cheekily as he thrust in a bit more, making Omega groan. The singer’s clawed fingers dragged longingly down his broad back, the rhythm guitarist’s muscles flexing as Omega braced himself against the bed.
The Ghoul hummed low in his throat, those nails scraping against his thighs as Terzo bottomed out, shoving in that much deeper, making them both groan. Omega growled like he was in heat, pressing himself back against the singer’s hard shaft.
“Is it good, pet?” Terzo crooned, starting a slow yet intense pace. The Ghoul’s body tensed against him, those strong muscles clenching against that velvet hardness. Omega was losing himself as the singer rolled his hips again, that thick cock beautifully rearranging his insides.
The singer’s voice was a gravely murmur, “I want to see that handsome face as I take you.” He pulled out and Omega groggily rolled onto his back. With the Ghoul’s legs falling apart, Terzo could see that slick, twitching pucker as he slid back in hands-free. The Ghoul’s restless tail twined around his thigh, squeezing rapturously as the singer bottomed out.
“Wait! I have an idea, amore mio (my love)! Don’t go anywhere.” Omega wouldn’t have moved from this spot for anything as Terzo eased free again, rummaging in the sumptuous box for a little golden plug. He knelt between Omega’s legs, his own backside slick enough to slide the plug home easily. A soft, lusty grunt rent the silence as Terzo seated the new toy inside of himself, “There…” his voice was tremulous and jagged with lust as those clawed gloves gripped Omega’s thighs.
The Ghoul couldn’t keep his eyes off of the singer’s magical fingers, watching enraptured as Terzo slipped the plug into his stretched hole. The singer’s legs shook as that heavy weight settled against his inner walls, his hard shaft leaking from the tip as he was once again consumed by pleasure.
“Back to business,” Terzo commanded, as if he were running a finance meeting instead of railing his favorite Ghoul until he couldn’t remember his own name. Omega arched and hissed through his teeth as the singer breached him again, a small ardent smile flitted across Terzo’s mouth as the Ghoul swallowed him up to the hilt.
Those delectable claws scraped against his broad chest and down his sides as Terzo renewed the deep, fastidious pace, leaning over Omega to whisper, “I’m truly your Master now, aren’t I, Omega?” The Ghoul’s answering moan slithered between them and Omega couldn’t stop the heartfelt reply that slipped between his fangs,
“I'm all yours, angel.”
The singer flushed at that, not really expecting an answer. He slowed the pace for the briefest moment, wrapping one slim hand around the Ghoul’s straining hardness, “Does this mean that you have to do whatever I say?” Terzo’s lip curled up in a wicked smirk.
“I’ll do whatever you want, darling-nnngh!” Omega jolted as the singer’s thumb swiped across the sticky head of his cock, that golden claw pressing into the weeping slit just enough to tease. The Ghoul moaned like he was in heat. Terzo moved to drag his fingers down Omega’s chest again but his hand slipped and before he could catch himself, his full weight was around the Ghoul’s throat, squeezing deliciously.
Omega loosed the loudest, most predatory purr Terzo had ever heard, tightening around his cock helplessly. For a split second, the singer was unsure if this sudden noise was a warning or if he did something right for once.
He faltered, catching himself and pulling away, but the Ghoul wrapped his claws around Terzo’s wrist, the pressure saying: keep going, please. Terzo’s breath came out ragged and sultry, “Ahh-...You like this, amore (love)...? Mmm…” Omega leaned his head back submissively, his eyes smoldering into the singer’s. That constant, powerful sound vibrated through Terzo’s palm and up the length of his arm, making him throb inside his favorite Ghoul.
The growling contentment continued as Terzo began the pace anew, seeing how much he could get away with. His fingers went back to stroking Omega’s impressive length.
He had never heard Omega purr so loudly before. The sound had never been so strong, but then, the Ghoul had never been railed by his lover before now. This was a new side of Omega that Terzo was beginning to like immensely.
The Ghoul’s deep, panther-like purr seemed so satisfied, radiating a fathomless love and affection for the singer. But he couldn’t help it. His heart was overflowing. It felt so good to be loved by the singer like this. Terzo was pouring all of his own affection into railing the Ghoul and Omega didn’t want anything else.
He adored seeing Terzo being rough and greedy and taking whatever he wanted. Lucifer knows that Omega could have the singer however he desired, but seeing his slighter lover this in control drove him to distraction. Terzo was touching him, teasing him, bringing him off with unholy skill, a tingling pleasure that shot down to the end of his tail, wrapped securely around Terzo’s thigh again.
The singer was beside himself with newfound lust. The sounds Omega made when he was topping versus bottoming turned Terzo on in a completely different way than he was used to. This was a dangerous game they were playing. His fingers tightened on Omega’s shaft, stroking down to the base with every deep thrust.
“Are you going to come for me, kitten?” the singer purred lusciously, his knees slipping against the sheets as he drilled the Ghoul harder. He found it difficult to stroke Omega, move his hips and squeeze that taut throat all at once, but the rhythm guitarist seemed to be drowning in bliss no matter what he did.
The Ghoul was practically vibrating around him, a living sex toy with an insatiable bloodlust. Terzo couldn’t suppress the filthy moan that fell from his lips as Omega clenched around him, going rigid in the singer’s grip as his lover spilled inside. The Ghoul’s second orgasm was just as powerful as the first, his molten release dribbling down Terzo’s knuckles to smear his stomach.
“Mmm-hm-hmm…good boy…” Terzo pumped his soiled fingers against Omega’s softening cock and the Ghoul jolted against him, electric aftershocks coursing through his body. The singer released him, sliding free to remove the gilded plug from his backside with a delicious little shiver. Omega looked hungry again.
The Ghoul had scratch marks all over him. Deep pink trails of lust covered his back, his chest, his thighs. In his fervor, Terzo had even managed to break skin, and he now rummaged for some medical supplies, naked and frantic.
Omega let his wounds be tended to. The singer ordered him to stay put so he stayed put. He would have healed just fine on his own but Terzo wouldn’t be swayed as he cleaned the injuries he had made, smoothing antibiotic ointment on the Ghoul’s skin.
Terzo placed soft kisses on Omega’s shoulders, running his hands worshipfully through his hair. Those fingers were a soothing rub against his horns and his tail brushed between the singer’s thighs langurously as Terzo collapsed with him to the sheets.
“You were so good to me tonight, Omega. I didn’t even need that big party. All I need is you.” The Ghoul smiled against the singer’s hair, teasing,
“But you know, I really shouldn’t stay. You’ve got so many responsibilities now. I bet we’ll barely be able to see each other like this in the future.” Terzo sat up indignantly, his hands splayed across Omega’s broad chest,
“Don’t say that! I won’t allow it! I’ll make them move your things in here. They can’t keep us apart like this is some kind of doomed romantic play.” Omega pulled the pouting singer into the tight circle of his arms, nuzzling a gentle kiss into Terzo’s hair,
“Don’t worry, my love. No matter what happens I’ll always be with you. Even if I have to defy Hell itself, nothing will be able to separate us, my dark angel…”
“Amore mio (my love), you always know just what to say.” Terzo kissed the Ghoul’s broad knuckles and snuggled further against Omega’s chest.