Alpha Assignment (BL) Chapter 37 (Early Access) (Patreon)

Remi was back out in the garden bright and early (in the afternoon) on Monday. Quinn was fortuitous enough to be working from home and watching again. Hunched over the square of soil that would one day be a vegetable patch, Remi’s trowel patted down dirt over the bulbs he had planted. Dark flicks of hair hung over his eyes, but the October winds were lifting them too often to be worth trying to brush back.

The embroidered dungarees had arrived that morning, a little oversized but still sweet. Bees chased each other up the pant legs, and flowers bloomed from a pocket set into the chest. Underneath it, Remi had cushioned himself from the denim straps with a thick-knit jumper that rolled up under his dainty chin.

Quinn managed to get his Black Friday projections report in on time… just. There had been a few enquiries from Jordan as to why he hadn’t completed it early like usual, which Quinn fielded with excuses and diverted into gossip - Jordan’s number one topic of conversation. That was him off…

A sigh announced Remi’s return back indoors, sweaty and pink-faced.

“Finished?”

Remi nodded, round cheeks bouncing a little. “That’ll be it till the spring.” And his eyes were already twinkling with excitement for it.

“It looks great.” Neatly-dug sections, filled with buried treasure: seeds and bulbs and fertiliser. There was still plenty of grass, and Quinn would take Remi to buy some furniture to decorate it with once the weather turned warm and bright again.

The sliding door sealed them inside. “Thank you, Alpha.”

Quinn huffed with an exasperated smile at his keyboard. As Remi walked past to the kitchen, he added, “You look great, too. Those dungarees are so cute on you.” They may not be figure-hugging, but that was Quinn's job anyway.

The flush of cold weather and hard work managed to deepen at the compliment. It made Quinn's mouth water, he wanted to pinch those pink cheeks between his teeth. Remi paused in the doorway, and the glance over his shoulder told Quinn what he wanted without needing to extend the bond this time.

Quinn wiggled his mouse and followed Remi through the swinging door.

The straps were already flapping at his thighs, and the knitwear came off in one sweaty pull. Unintentional sexiness was Remi's forte, and his mussed hair, sweat sheen, and barely-clinging-on clothes were Quinn's weakness.

When Remi spotted Quinn's appreciative grin, he pouted, the picture of innocence. "My clothes got dirty in the garden, they need to go straight into the wash."

"I'm never going to complain about you stripping anywhere in this house, Remi." As long as blinds were down or curtains closed - this wasn't a free-for-all. "I was just wondering if you wanted some help?"

Remi smiled and skipped back to him, the dungarees balancing at his hips shimmied a little further down. He hopped the final step to bring them toe-to-toe with a grin and wide arms. His bare chest was goose-pimpled, and his nipples scrunched in defiance at losing their woolly protection.

Quinn threw the dungarees down and lifted Remi up at the waist in one smooth, looping motion. Placed, ever so gently, onto the island's quartz top, Remi giggled and swung his feet in the air. Only his underwear and hair tie remained.

"This height suits you," Quinn murmured, taking advantage of Remi’s new stature to drag wet kisses along his flushed neck without having to bend his back. When he reached those perky, pinched nipples, he gave each one a kiss and then a weak bite, enjoying the sharp out-breaths Remi released.

Tilting backwards, Remi stretched out his pale tummy, displaying his scars for Quinn to lather with licks and pecks. His thighs slid open with knees hooked over the edge and Quinn invited himself in tighter between them. Thinner, root-like lines crept around the edges, just far enough down that they would be hidden under shorts or maybe even boxers. They needed soothing, too. Quinn let one hand sink down, the other cradling Remi's chin in an attempt to support his descent, and stroked along the marks. A teasing tickle that ran under and over until he had circled the entirety of Remi's plush thighs, once each. Soft, a little sweaty, singing for Quinn's teeth to sink into them. Not yet. Waiting, patient but dripping, was the underwear tucked between them.

It was an easily replaceable item, so Quinn ripped it off and replaced the material with his fingers, plying Remi's cheeks open and stroking through his slick until it doubled and tripled. He toyed with his hole, tracing and dipping inside until Remi squealed and kicked his feet. Enough teasing. Quinn kept a thumb to his taint and pressed a finger into Remi's soaked opening, rolling it in a wave-like motion to carve out just a little more space. His insides were soft and stretchy and clinging to him no matter how he moved the invading finger.

“Ah! Q-Quinn!”

“Yes, baby?”

Remi cried out again, humping back against the intrusion, riding Quinn's hand like his personal toy. It was exactly what Quinn would beg him to do. Take your pleasure, Remi, all that you want. His pouty mouth was open and panting, desperately chasing his release like a puppet on the hand of its owner.

“Good boy,” Quinn murmured into his hair.

Tiny fingers tugged messily at the waistband of Quinn's shorts, attempting to wriggle inside. Quinn pulled them out and locked them with his own, tucking the pair behind Remi's back.

"Let me just look after you," he groaned. "I'll deal with myself later." And his body would not let him break that promise, his cock was throbbing itself into a second heart between his legs, and double the size.

Remi whined back and relaxed in Quinn's hold, not that there was any way for him to break free and flip the control. Unless he asked, of course. All Remi had to do was ask for anything in this world and Quinn would do everything physically possible to get it for him. He didn't ask, so Quinn gave him another finger.

He thrust them forward, back, curled up until Remi's toes did too. Every little whine and squeak was like a spark to the flame roaring inside of Quinn. Remi's sweet voice urging him on, calling for more.

“Pleasepleaseplease! QuinnQuinnQuinn!” Remi babbled.

As Remi climbed closer and closer to the edge, his upper body sunk lower and lower to the island top. A quiet hiss slipped between moans when the warm small of his back finally made flat contact with cool quartz. He was laid out like a feast for Quinn's eyes. One arm twisted under him, interlocked with Quinn's, the other covering his open mouth; torso shivering and stretched long, appearing especially pink against the white of the canvas beneath. Knees wide and ankles dangling, rocked solely by Quinn's touch.

Quinn freed his second hand to pump at Remi’s dick, feeling it pulse against his palm. Without the option to push against Quinn's hand any more, Remi took to keening and mewling to get what he wanted: more. Quinn obeyed, grinding his thumb into Remi's slit and jerking his fingers in and out so fast it filled the room with a filthy wet sound that had Quinn struggling not to hump Remi's leg.

When he came, his soft tummy jerked up from the island, knees pulled open just a little wider, and his fingernails dug into Quinn's hand. He hoped they marked.

“Quinn!” he sobbed.

“I’m here, Remi,” Quinn cooed. “Ride it out for me.”

Remi fell limp, panting interspersed with whimpers, and let his eyes close for a few moments of rest. Quinn took his hips between his hands and dragged his to the edge of the island to lick him clean.

When he pulled back, smacking his lips, he offered his hands to Remi. He rolled the teeny ones between his own, warming them a little. Only, as he tried to help him down from the island, Remi pushed them away.

"What's wrong?" Quinn asked. He let the rejected hands drop to Remi's thighs, stroking them subconsciously. "You'll catch a cold if you stay naked up here."

"I want to keep going," Remi mumbled.

"Keep going?"

"Everything, like the first time."

Quinn shifted from foot to foot. "Remi, I want you so badly, but we need to talk about our relationship before we go the whole way again."

"I don't have anything to say except that I'm happy, so tell me what you want to say about our relationship now and then we can do it."

Quinn laughed quietly. "That logic makes perfect sense because we're both blinded by horniness right now. We need to talk about things when we're sane." He slid his hands from thighs to waist to lift Remi down.

"No!" Remi's tone froze Quinn's lift. "Tell me what you want to tell me and then do it."

Quinn sighed and dropped Remi’s butt back to the counter. "I don't want you to ever feel like you're being used for your body," he admitted.

A sweet head tilt and a floppy top knot. "Are you using me for my body?"

"Of course not! I love you." That last part fell out without prior planning or permission but Remi didn't flinch, so he decided to leave it in the air between them. He did love him, what was wrong with saying it anyway?

"Then what's wrong?"

"We're dating," he said. "We're moving towards being mates. We're not just screwing around." Remi nodded along with all three sentiments, a little confused but agreeing nonetheless. "But if something happened and we didn't end up becoming mates... I would never want you to feel like I took advantage of you, or think maybe I was never intending to make our relationship official."

Remi leant in close, meeting forehead-to-forehead. "But you are?"

"Of course!"

Remi combusted. He let out a high whine and kicked his feet and threw himself back on the island; and somehow Quinn was supposed to restrain himself from a naked, beautiful, dripping omega throwing a tantrum while spread on his kitchen counter top.

And while his willpower lasted a whole ten seconds, alpha instincts had to kick in eventually.

"Still," Quinn ordered, alpha voice in effect. Remi obeyed unthinkingly, his body responding without hesitation. He went limp and flat. Pupils fat. Eyelids drooping. "Drop your knees open and put your hands above your head." Again, instant and easy obedience.

He shoved into Remi without any extra prep, and there was no resistance, only the squeeze of more slick pushing out around Quinn’s thick cock. He was soaked, even after Quinn had so diligently licked up his mess. That wasn't a problem, Quinn's appetite for Remi was unending, the more for him to eat, the better.

Quinn fucked him delirious, incoherent, and barely conscious. And he wasn't much better off in the brain himself when they finished. The island top was sticky and warm when Quinn tapped Remi out for his own safety. Any more and he might need crutches. He curled him up into his arms and hobbled them both up to bed, wiggling his mouse again on the way past.