The Rightful King

Allen | 033

  ***CW: this entire chapter is sexual content, and totally skippable for any readers uninterested in reading smut!***

          Allen's head was spinning.

Robbie smelled of frustrated, sour-tinged berries, had all day, really. He'd been moody and clingy, and Allen had done his best to remain patient, but that wasn't what Robbie wanted. He wanted something from Allen, perhaps subconsciously, otherwise he wouldn't have been acting out, and he hadn't been able to figure out what it was until Robbie had asked for a kiss.

As a new triad, not even established by a mating bond, the lines of their dynamics were blurred at best. Their relationship was fragile, tentative, their roles unsettled. In general, Robbie seemed to fall at the bottom of the hierarchy, his disinterest in leadership and naturally submissive personality leaving him without much of a choice. He didn't seem to mind though, completely content to be doted on by both him and Scott. But with helping the King through his heat alone, he had to fulfill a more dominant role for the duration, one that he apparently wasn't comfortable with.

His mood made a lot more sense; he was asking for reassurance of his place in the triad without even knowing it.

Allen's instincts prickled, for the nth time that day, as he pulled Robbie into his room. They urged him to do whatever needed to make his Omega happy, whatever he could do to make his scent sweeten once more. Except he didn't really know how to do that. Robbie had practically demanded that he kiss him, but Allen wasn't really sure if that's what he really wanted. Robbie had mentioned multiple times he'd never really been attracted to Alphas, at least not in the same way that he was attracted to other Omegas. Sure, eventually they'd be mated and would have to be intimate at some point, but that didn't have to be until Robbie was absolutely sure and comfortable.

"Sit." He gently guided him toward the bed. He went easily, looking up at him with an unguarded, hopeful expression. He placed a hand on his cheek, thumb brushing over his bottom lip. He'd imagined kissing Robbie plenty of times, thought of how soft they would be, if he would taste as sweet as he smelled.

Without much thought, he slipped his thumb into Robbie's mouth. He made a small noise of surprise but parted his plush lips to wrap around the digit, sucking and licking over the pad of his thumb as if on instinct.

"Ah, good job, baby." He murmured, dick twitching in interest from the soft whimper Robbie made at the praise. "I know you said you wanted a kiss, and I'll give you whatever you want, but first I need you to talk to me a little. Think you can tell me what's going on in that pretty head of yours?"

He pulled his thumb back, so he wouldn't have to try talking around it, but Robbie was visibly displeased with the action. Still, he said, "I just feel, sort of off? I don't know. I just... there's nothing wrong really. I just wanna be with you."

"And you want me to kiss you?"

"Y-yeah." He stuttered, biting his lip, suddenly bashful as he averted his eyes, "And maybe touch me a little."

"Just a little?" Allen urged, feeling fond.

"Or a lot," He said, voice quiet, "If you- only if you want. I've never gone all the way, but I would like to- with you."

Allen's heart swelled. Robbie was just too perfect, too beautiful and he was just so utterly in love. "Thank you for telling me," He leaned down then, pressing his lips to Robbie's in a soft, chaste kiss, "I would really like that too, but if you want to stop at any time, just let me know and we'll stop immediately, no pressure. Okay?"