The Perils of Love and Courtship

Chapter 13

It's short; barely a touch of the lips and lasting hardly more than a couple of seconds. Lambert has never kissed anyone before, but he's walked in on Geralt and Jaskier doing it enough times that he knows what it's supposed to look like. Even still, he feels clumsy and awkward, like he's fumbling around in the dark while Aiden remains completely still against him.

When he pulls back, the alpha's eyes are wide with shock

"Aiden, I--"

"You like me?" Aiden's voice is full of awe, as if he can't believe that it could possibly be true.

Lambert raises an eyebrow, wiping his lower lip with his thumb. "I just kissed you. Do you really have to ask?"

The alpha shrugs. "Not really. I just wanted to hear you say it."

"Fine. I like you, Aiden. I like you a lot."

That seems to be all the other man needs to hear because as soon as the words are out of Lambert's mouth, he's leaning back in for another kiss.

The second kiss is nothing like the first, mostly because Aiden takes control of it, guiding Lambert where he's unsure and taking over when he falters. Aiden's lips are soft against his-- just as soft as Lambert imagined they would be-- and it seems he has experience enough for he and Lambert both when it comes to using them.

The alpha's mouth is parted ever so slightly, moving in a way that Lambert is unsure how to replicate, but feels really good against him, only making the omega's desire for that much stronger. The fire of need that's been burning inside of him for weeks now transforms from an aching blaze into something warm and exciting.

He wants more of it, but is unsure of how to make that happen.

In desperation, Lambert presses forward-- too fast and sloppy-- and their teeth clack together. But then Aiden is there with a gentle hand against his cheek, tilting his head so his nose is no longer squished, and slowing down the kiss into something that makes his toes curl. When Aiden's tongue teases at the seam Lambert's lips, the omega follows suit, opening his mouth and --oh. This is so much better.

Gods, it's good. It feels so fucking good. Is it always this good, or is it just that it's Aiden?

Lost in the moment, he pulls the alpha closer. With one hand he grips Aiden's shoulder, the other slides through the alpha's damp curls, gripping a little too hard when the other man delivers a soft bite to his lower lip and makes a low, breathy sound as Lambert's fist tightens in his hair.

Aiden pulls back, panting. Lambert tries to chase him, leaning in again, but a firm hand on his shoulder stops the motion.

"We should... we should stop."

"Why?" Lambert snaps, perhaps too forceful, "am I not good enough?" Fuck, he should have known someone like Aiden would not be content with someone like him--

"No!" The alpha says quickly, taking Lambert's hands in his. "Not at all-- You-you're perfect, Lamb. But I've already allowed my desires to overcome me when I should have remained a gentleman." He shakes his head. "I do not wish to dishonor you further by continuing."

Oh. Is that all?

"How about you let me decide I'm being dishonored, hmm? Because I certainly don't feel it."

"Lambert--" he shakes his head. "Come on, we shouldn't."

Hands still linked with the alpha's, Lambert brings Aiden's knuckles to his lips, feeling immensely satisfied when he hears the other man's breath catch in his throat.