Turn Around

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Harry changes Louis' outfit to a plain white shirt, he places the back of his hand against the omega's head feeling the heat radiating from his skin. He hums and puts the omega down on the bed. Louis turns limp and soft in the lump of blankets which Harry arranged in hurry to create a safe nest since the omega couldn't make it.

He trails the back of his fingers lightly on Louis' cheekbones and asks, "Are you comfortable, my aureolin?"

Louis nods in response, his eyes blinking slowly as sleep starts to overtake him. "Sleep with me until I want your knot."

Harry flushes red at the blunt request and he chuckles at the sweet omega before taking his place next to him. Louis moves closer to Harry, his hand leaning against Harry's chest and bare legs bending over his thighs. A whiff of the strong scent of slick reaches Harry's nose and he has to stop breathing at the sharp intake. "Are you slicking up, darling?"

"Check it yourself," Louis nuzzles his nose against the alpha's brown curly hair, his head lulling against the alpha's shoulder, sleepy and tired. Harry moves the shirt away from his hips and inches one finger in the omega's hole. Not slicked up enough for heat.

"Not yet. Go to sleep, omega." He puts the shirt down on his hips and pats his thighs to put the omega to sleep as he lets the sleep overtake him from all the exhaustion and regret. He feels himself drifting away as he strongly senses how he radiated that scent from regret to calm Louis. As an alpha, he is slightly ashamed to have such low stamina but he decides now is not the time and he conserves energy through sleep.

After an hour or so Harry faces Louis visibly uncomfortable from the hardness in his pants. His eyes blinking open, eyebrows frowning at the sight in front of him. The omega is unconscious to the world but his body is feverishly steaming and sweating. His neck glistening with the drops of the most delicious sweat, begging Harry to mark him. Harry contemplates whether to stir awake the omega up but he decides against it and lets the omega rest.

He turns away from Louis, his back now facing the omega as he palms his erection to keep it down until the time comes. He discreetly calms his breathing down from swallowing too hard and growling from the sinful scent the slick is spreading and covering the room. "Fuck," He bites down on the pillow and keeps his eyes screwed shut as he counts the seconds.

At a moment he wishes he should've spent a heat with an omega. Doubts about how he can take care of the omega surface in his mind. His eyes open to see the flickering candle on the table as anger starts to burn inside him. Worthless, pathetic, soft, not alpha-like. The words start to surround him and fear develops within him.

"Harry," The voice brings him out of his thoughts and his eyes widen as his whole form halts. "Turn around," The angelic voice commands, delicate fingers touching his shoulder and pushing him lightly.

All Harry can do is obey him and turn back at Louis. The omega's hair is sticking to his forehead, shallow breaths leave his mouth as he tries to talk. He cups Harry's face in his hands and traces it under his eyes before saying, "I know you'll take care of me. Don't turn away from me."

Instantly every worry leaves Harry's mind as he chuckles to himself, covers Louis' hand with his hand and traces his fingers. "There will be a time when I've to turn away from you. But please know that-"

"That doesn't mean you don't care about me. I know Harry," Louis giggles, cutting him off mid-sentence. He leans closer, his nose lightly nudges against the alpha's nose as he breathes out softly the next words that put the alpha to ease, "I know you, alpha."

"And I know you."

"Only you," Louis presses his lips against Harry's plump ones.

Harry grips Louis' waist bringing him closer as he swallows the omega's heat issued kisses eagerly. Louis moves his hand further down from Harry's face across his chest down his groan moving the shirt aside. Breaking from the kiss Louis huffs and demands, "Shirt off!"

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