10 Dates with Mr. Alpha (MXM)

Chapter 2

Chapter Two
The First Date (Part II): Afterburn

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The bedroom reeked of sex, sweat, and clashing scents — pine smoke and dark musk braided together in the sheets, soaked into the mattress, clinging to Kiel's skin like a brand.

He hated how good it smelled.

He lay sprawled across the bed, skin flushed, his heart still hammering against his ribs. Ronan's weight was still on him, not fully collapsed, but heavy enough to feel every breath. Every heartbeat.

It should've felt like victory.

Instead, it felt like surrender.

"...Get off me," Kiel said quietly.

Ronan didn't move.

His nose was buried in Kiel's shoulder, breath steady now, warm and excruciating on his skin. "You didn't say that when I was balls deep inside you," he muttered.

Kiel shoved at his chest, teeth gritted. "Don't fucking ruin it."

"Ruin it?" Ronan pulled back just enough to look down at him. His hair was damp with sweat, his lips still swollen from kissing, biting. "We just fucked like animals. It was already ruined."

Kiel winced.

Because Ronan was right.

It wasn't just sex. Not with the bond pulling at their spines, not with the way their wolves coiled around each other like vines, possessive and trembling. Every inch of Kiel still felt Ronan — inside him, under his skin, under his breath.

He sat up, letting the blankets fall away. "This was a mistake."

"Yeah?" Ronan rolled onto his side, propping his head up on one hand. "You came so hard I thought you blacked out."

Kiel glared, standing up and pacing the room. He was naked, unapologetically so, but his shoulders were stiff with tension. "We weren't supposed to give in."

"We didn't give in," Ronan said, his voice too calm. "We fought it. With our teeth. With our cocks."

"That's not funny."

"I'm not trying to be funny."

Kiel stopped at the window, looking out into the forest beyond. His skin tingled with the memory of hands gripping his hips, of hot breath on his neck, of that goddamn bite that wasn't quite a mark — but could have been.

"What are we doing, Ronan?" His voice cracked slightly. "This was supposed to be a date. We didn't even make it ten minutes before we were at each other's throats. Or in each other's pants."

Ronan sat up now, eyes narrowing. "And yet you didn't stop me."

"I wanted to."

"But you didn't."

Kiel turned to face him. "Because of the bond. Not because of you."

That landed.

Ronan's jaw tightened. "Right," he said flatly. "Just biology. Just some magic heat bullshit making you moan like you loved it."

"Don't twist this," Kiel growled.

"I'm not the one twisting anything," Ronan snapped, standing too. "You think I wanted to fuck you? You think I wanted to feel that shit? I've spent years hating you, Kiel. Years wishing you'd choke on your own ego. But now I can't even look at you without my wolf howling."

"Then fight it."

"I did! I am!" Ronan stepped closer, his voice ragged. "But every time you breathe, I get hard. Every time you look at me, I want to break things. Kiss you. Kill you. All at once."

Kiel's throat tightened.

Because it wasn't just Ronan.

He felt it too — the twisting ache when they weren't touching, the maddening burn when they were. Every cell in his body had wanted to claw away from the bond... until it sunk into him like a drug he couldn't stop craving.

"I'm not some Omega that's gonna roll over and whimper for you," Kiel said softly, but his voice shook.

"I don't want you to roll over," Ronan said. "I want you to fight me. That's what makes it worse."

Kiel's breath hitched. "Why?"

"Because every time you bite back, every time you try to dominate me — I want to submit."

That silenced everything.

Even the bond went still.

Ronan exhaled sharply and looked away, as if saying the words out loud had gutted him. "Fuck," he whispered. "I shouldn't have said that."

But Kiel's body moved before his brain caught up.

He crossed the room, grabbed Ronan by the jaw, and kissed him.

Hard.

There was no fight in this one. No challenge. Just surrender — desperate and angry and aching. Kiel's hands gripped Ronan's face, his hair, pulling him closer, deeper. Ronan melted into him instantly, his arms sliding around Kiel's waist like they belonged there.

Their cocks brushed — hard again, already — but this time it was slower. Softer. Still hot, still needy, but vulnerable now.

Kiel dragged them both back toward the bed, pushing Ronan down gently this time. He climbed on top, straddling him, their chests pressed together. He kissed him again, slower now. Ronan's hands roamed his back, reverent.

"This doesn't change anything," Kiel whispered between kisses.

"No," Ronan said, lips brushing his. "But it means something."

Kiel shivered. "You're gonna ruin me."

"I already am."

They moved together again, but this time wasn't rough — it was molten. Heated. Hands learning each other like secrets. Kiel guided himself down onto Ronan slowly, groaning into his mouth, their foreheads pressed, the rhythm slow and devastating.

Each thrust pushed something deeper. Not just bodies. Feelings. The kind that made the chest hurt. The kind that terrified them both.

Ronan gripped Kiel's hips tightly, letting him set the pace, worshipping him with every roll of his hips, every whispered word.

"You feel like fucking heaven," he murmured.

"I hate you," Kiel breathed, but it sounded like I need you.

Their wolves whined in sync, the bond glowing between them now — a flame that refused to die.

And when they came this time, it wasn't in violence. It was in silence — mouths pressed together, fingers entwined, breaths caught in throats. Their bodies trembled, spilling into each other, lost and undone.

When it was over, they didn't move.

Kiel lay on Ronan's chest, listening to the thrum of his heart. Ronan's fingers traced idle circles on his back.

Neither of them spoke.

Because if they did, the walls would fall.

And they weren't ready for that yet.

Not after just one date.

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A/N: Feels right, right? 😂