Nic Castell (bleedingheart) wrote in the_dome, @ 2013-09-18 21:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | 04-11-2017, micah, micah and nic, nic |
Mating Rituals
Who: Nic and Micah
Where: Nic's house
When: Morning
Warning: NSFW
Micah woke a little before dawn but hadn't moved. He'd already told them to only expect him for a few hours today at the hospital and waking up with Nic's arms wrapped around his middle and head against his chest was a reason to stay in bed. He knew Nic had promised to stick with him, but Micah couldn't fight that fear that he might change his mind or get hurt as a result. Both were things Micah couldn't bear. Instead, he just traced soft circles on Nic's shoulder in the morning sun and breathed in his scent, letting that calm him.
Nic was sore from working the day before, but it was a good sore and he was happy to sleep in. He was on call and his phone had been thankfully silent, no one having any kind of emergency other than the upcoming full moon. Which wasn’t really an emergency in his book. It was carefully planned chaos at this point. He woke to Micah lightly drawing on his back, a pleasant feeling that kept his quiet even after he woke, just to enjoy it longer. “Ya sleep well?” he asked softly, pressing a kiss to his boyfriend’s chest.
Micah loved that accent and the way it was stronger in the morning. He loved this. Nic's kiss left a tingling sensation on his skin, which just had Micah smiling. His wolf knew what was coming and it was already charged beneath the surface. "Well enough."
Nic supposed ‘well’ was a relative term, considering what was to come. He wished there was something he could do to easy Micah’s mind, but he knew as little as Micah did. “It’ll be fine,” he said, hand rubbing down the side of Micah’s chest. He was like a bed warmer now, which would be nice in the winter. If they had a winter. “Try not to worry.”
"Is it that obvious?" Micah asked with a laugh, though there wasn't a lot of mirth in it. He sighed at the touch, running his fingers through Nic's curls. "I'm just worried about so many things."
“I think I know you well enough to guess at this point,” Nic said with a little smile. He’d also seen how Micah was yesterday, and the day before that. He knew these things didn’t disappear overnight. “Unfortunately, worrying about it won’t actually help anything. So it’s pointless. We’re as prepared as we can be.”
"You do know me," Micah said with a smile. "Doesn't surprise me. Wolves are usually pretty serious about their mates." He'd found a book on wolves in the first days of research, not trusting himself to look for werewolves. "I know it won't. But with it this close...I can feel it. It doesn't help."
“I’m your mate now?” Nic asked, looking up at Micah was a grin. That sounded serious. More serious than ‘boyfriend’ at least. And he kind of liked it, even while it kind of scared him. They hadn’t been dating all that long, but so far they’d dealt with some pretty serious issues.
Micah opened his mouth, not sure how to answer that. "No...I mean...yes but...I don't know." Too much too fast. Damn this change. It had changed him too. "You don't have to be." The thought of Nic not being his though hurt a little.
“Maybe I want to be,” Nic said, even though he did feel like things were moving fast between them. It wasn’t a bad thing, but it was different for him, who wasn’t used to having a boyfriend in general. He was still worried about hurting Micah’s feelings over his own comfort in public, but that didn’t mean he didn’t care for him. “It’s just not a term I’m as used to hearing.”
"Because it's not normal," Micah said, running his fingers through his hair. "Nor is reading an encyclopedia on wolves and feeling like it made sense." He looked up at Nic and shook his head. "You don't. Promise. Just be here."
“I don’t really know the difference between boyfriend and mate,” Nic said. If they were the same, then cool, but if Micah was asking him to marry him or something crazy, Nic wanted to know. “At least something makes sense. And I’m sure it’ll all make even more sense after tonight.”
“I think mate’s a little more intense,” Micah admitted, not quite able to look Nic in the eye. In fact, what he’d read said wolves mated for life, which he was sure was bound to cause some issues. “I’m trying not to think about tonight and turning into a monster.”
“Well, you have definitely become a little more intense,” Nic said lightly, leaning up to kiss Micah. He liked intense when he knew to expect it. It had just been such an abrupt shift with Micah that it had originally caught him off guard. “Then let’s not think about it. Let me make you breakfast. What sounds good?”
“In a bad way?” Micah asked, worrying for the millionth or possibly billionth time that Nic was on his way to wanting out of this. “I’m trying not to be. It just...wells up sometimes.” It came with hearing everything more intensely and smelling it. He wrapped his arms around Nic’s waist, pulling him closer. “Beyond the obvious answer of you, everything sounds good.” His metabolism must have gone up as well, though he’d already assumed as much with the speedy breakdown of medicines that he’d seen in his patients and himself.
“No,” Nic said, shaking his head. “It’s not bad. In fact, I kinda like it, now that I know to expect it.” He wished Micah would stop doubting him, but there was nothing he could do to reassure him. Nic didn’t want to push things faster than they were already moving, which he suspected was the cause of some of the doubt. Or the fact that he was now a werewolf. Nic wasn’t sure. “Pancakes and bacon?” Nic asked, grinning as Micah pulled him closer. He couldn’t resist stealing another kiss, even if that delayed breakfast just a little bit. It could wait.
That Nic liked it was reassuring, especially since Micah was pretty sure it wasn’t getting any better. “I will try not to be unpredictable again.” Or so he hoped. He leaned into the kiss before nodding. “Yes. That.” Maybe eggs too, but he’d get up and help with that.
“Unpredictable isn’t bad either,” Nic said, then drew the kiss out a little longer. He was used to unpredictable. It was a way of life these days. The only time it really threw him off was when something came into the picture that he hadn’t thought possible, like werewolves. Now that he was getting used to it, it wasn’t so bad. “Maybe I can have you first… then breakfast.”
Unpredictable wasn’t something Micah was used to. He was used to surprising things, but even in the ER, his general approach had always been the same way. It was just who he was. Now things were changing inside him and it threatened that. While he appreciated that Nic didn’t mind it, he was still going to strive for normality. He let himself get lost in the kiss before nodding against Nic. “Yes. This first. Then breakfast.”
Nic ran his hands down Micah’s back, enjoying the long expanse of soft skin over muscle. It was something he got more with guys than girls, that he enjoyed just as much as a woman’s soft curves, even if the feel was completely different. Being with Micah was always different, so much so that the werewolf part barely threw a wrench in the works. He couldn’t seem to communicate how happy he was with him, instead just hoping that Micah would eventually see it and understand. “Do you have to go in to work today?” he asked between kisses, wondering exactly how long he could keep Micah in bed.
Micah wondered if Nic, for all his claiming lack of experience, was aware of just what he was capable of with those hands. “Late,” he told him about work. “And only a couple of hours. I figured I’d be distracted.”
“Good,” Nic muttered, his hands sliding down the back of Micah’s boxers as he pulled his body up against his own. For as brave as he was at facing what Micah might be, his one fear was completely unvoiced, that something might happen tonight that would cause him to lose Micah. It made him cling to him tighter and kiss him deeper, not wanting to let him go.
It was weird, being able to sense it, that change in something. Micah went with the kiss, answering it with his own fear fueled fire. He wanted this, them, like this, for as long as he could have it and Micah worried this would be his last chance.
For as much as Nic didn’t understand his own feelings sometimes, he knew that this felt right. He wanted Micah, wanted him any way he could have him, so much that it often scared him. But if this was his last chance, he wasn’t going to let that fear rule him. He tugged at Micah’s boxers, wanting them out of the way completely, so that his hands could run over Micah’s bare body from head to toe. With them out of the way, he pressed his body firmly against Micah’s with a soft groan, still wanting more.
Micah grinned as Nic took his clothes, returning the favor and anchoring Nic close with one strong arm against his lower back. He definitely wanted more, but he always wanted more of Nic. That was just a given. He kissed Nic before rolling them, securing Nic beneath him and running a hand between them to curl around Nic.
There was a strength to Micah that Nic was sure had come with being a wolf, and with that strength came a confidence that Nic was beginning to grow used to. Micah might not display it around everyone, but with him it was becoming more the norm. Nic groaned as Micah’s hand wrapped around him, one leg curling around Micah’s in an attempt to draw him closer. There might not be any more room left between them, but that didn’t mean Nic wouldn’t try.
Nic had to know what he was doing to Micah, what that need for closeness was leading to in his mind. He managed to keep stroking him, slow and steady, but let his free hand wander lower, teasing new areas. All the while Micah watched Nic, gauging his reactions.
Nic’s mouth opened in protest as the blood rose to his cheeks, but nothing came out except a soft gasp, followed by a moan. Fuck, that shouldn’t feel good, but the fact that it did gave him no physical reason to stop Micah. His fingers twisted into Micah’s hair, deepening the kiss as he shuddered, refusing to stop Micah based on his fear alone.
Micah took the gasp and moan as a good sign, moving his fingers with more purpose. He kissed Nic hard once he reached his goal, catching his mouth with his before pushing against it, barely breaking that surface. He was ready to pull back if I was too much but at the same time he was relishing this, Nic like he was, under him and under his control.
“Micah,” Nic whispered against his lips, nervous in bed for the first time in a long time. Normally he knew what he was doing, comfortably taking the lead, which was the opposite of where he found himself now. He trusted Micah, though, and so far he was enjoying himself, even if he felt like he should be doing more. He wanted to touch Micah as well, so his hand slid down between them, wrapping around Micah as they continued to kiss.
Micah could hear it, the nerves in Nic's voice. "Only if you want to," he murmured, still applying that pressure, but not letting his fingers move deeper even though he wanted to. With Nic's hand on him he let out a soft groan, definitely liking that. Nic didn't have to do anything but lay there and be everything Micah wanted in that moment, but if he wanted to participate, Micah wasn't going to stop him.
“I want you,” Nic answered, which was a better answer in his mind than if he wanted to or not. It scared him in concept, but nothing Micah had done so far gave him any reason to want to stop. He wanted that connection with Micah, craved it, even while a part of him still thought things were moving too fast. Tomorrow it might be too late and he knew he’d regret it if he never took the chance.
The answer worked well enough for Micah. "I’ve never wanted someone like I want you," he breathed against Nic's lips. It was an honest admission, though most of it might be rooted in the wolf. As he said it, he pushed his fingers forward, slipping inside Nic and stroking him a little harder.
For Nic, he’d never wanted another man like he wanted Micah. It was a different experience, especially with the wolf involved. “But you’ve done this before?” Nic asked, wanting to be sure, even if he thought the answer was yes. He was looking to Micah for guidance here, expecting him to make him feel good. So far, he’d delivered, as evidenced by the groan that slipped past Nic’s lips as Micah continued on.
Micah moved his fingers in gentle strokes. "Which part?" He asked, grinning at the groan, loving the sound of it.
His teeth bit into his bottom lip as his eyes closed, moving just slightly over Micah’s fingers. “Done… ah… this,” Nic said, trying to keep his focus, but it was growing more and more difficult.
Micah didn't want to laugh but a soft chuckle slipped out. "Yes," he confirmed. Though typically he'd always been a giver, that didn't seem right here. Here he took. He had done this though and when Nic responded to what he was doing, Micah matched it with both hands.
Nic’s grip around Micah tightened, his attempts to match Micah’s rhythm not quite keeping up. It was too difficult to concentrate with Micah stroking him inside and out. “Fuck,” Nic muttered, catching Micah’s lips in a brief kiss. Whatever Micah was doing, he was doing it right.
Micah just worked harder, wanting to get more out of Nic, pushing them further. He wanted to see Nic come undone, hoped he could get him there or they might never get here again, let alone anywhere else.
It was getting to the point where Nic couldn’t do anything but feel, his hands fumbling over Micah till he finally gave up and wrapped his arms around Micah’s neck. He couldn’t bring himself to ask for more, but his body was definitely feeling it, and he eagerly pushed back on Micah’s fingers as he groaned with each thrust.
That was what Micah wanted, and he didn’t let himself think when he pulled his hands back from Nic, grabbing his hips to pull him closer and at the right angle before thrusting into Nic properly with a low groan. He leaned in closer, fingers around him again to at a stroke with the slow thrust as he started to move.
If Nic thought about it, he might have freaked out, but Micah had worked him up to the point where it felt too good not to just go with it. He gasped as Micah filled him, taking a second to adjust to the difference, then kissed Micah hard as he began to move slowly. This was good. Damn good. And if he’d known it from the beginning, maybe he wouldn’t have waited so long to get there.
Micah loved that gasp, but the kiss sealed the deal. This was what they both wanted, thankfully and finally they were both here. Micah moved a little faster as Nic adjusted, groaning himself. Nic felt perfect, very perfect.
Nic kissed Micah with a sense of desperation, trying to communicate all the things he couldn’t seem to say. He wanted Micah and where he’d been hesitant before, he was no longer holding back. He couldn’t seem to stay quiet, every thrust bringing a little moan out of him. His legs wrapped around Micah and he pushed back on him, crying out when one particular thrust sent a wave of pleasure through him stronger than he’d ever thought possible.
There it was, Nic coming undone and Micah kept going, working harder, fingers still stroking him all the while. At the sharper cry, Micah took that angle, working it harder than before.
Nic clung to Micah, holding tight, his face buried in Micah’s neck. “Micah,” he gasped, then cried out again, quickly realizing that that was going to be his undoing, that incredible feeling of ecstasy. Again and again, Micah thrust into him and then Nic could no longer help himself, coming hard in Micah’s hand.
That was it. Right there. His name, the noises, and then Nic, warm in his hand, bucking under him, tightening around him, and pulling Micah deep with him. He came with a groan, something louder than before. He worked through it as best he could, finally slowing as he shook, propping himself up over Nic to look down at the other man.
When he finally began to come back down from the high, Nic needed to catch his breath. He slowly began to relax and untangle himself from Micah, though he didn’t let go of him completely, unwilling to give up the closeness so quickly. Eventually, he opened his eyes, catching Micah’s gaze before he leaned up to kiss him once more. He couldn’t quite believe what had just happened, but he wasn’t going to complain about it. He’d be an idiot to complain about something that good.
When Nic kissed him, Micah felt it deeper than before. Like he’d sealed some sort of fate with just that action, but it was still subtle at the same time. He answered the kiss with a soft murmur, one hand on Nic’s hip to keep him from getting too far away. “You okay?” he asked nuzzling against Nic’s cheek.
“Yeah,” Nic answered softly, fingers running up into Micah’s hair. He felt incredible, actually, even if in need of a shower. His eyes shut as his fingers moved on down Micah’s back, then over his backside before back up again. “That was so much better than I expected.”
Micah laughed softly, kissing him once more. “Did you really think I would bring you into something you wouldn’t enjoy?”
“No,” Nic smiled, laughing softly at himself. “I’ve just spent a long time believing that’s not something I should want. But I do, if it’s with you.” He couldn’t imagine trusting anyone else with it, ever.
Micah pressed himself against Nic, wrapping his arms around him. “I’ve been on the receiving end. I know how it feels.” Which was fantastic, but taking Nic like he had had been so incredible. “Hopefully something you want again?”
It made Nic feel even better to know that Micah had been in his place, something he’d tried to ask during, but lacked the coherency to do so. “Yes,” Nic said, a little smirk forming on his lips as another blush crept into place. He was willing to admit it now, seeing as how he’d enjoyed it the first time.
That made Micah smile, kissing Nic again. “Good. But don’t blush. It’s not a bad thing.” At least he hoped not.
“I know,” Nic smiled. “I can’t help it.” He felt like a school girl who’d just lost her virginity, not a grown man who’d just had amazing sex with his boyfriend.
“What’s got you all blushy?” Micah asked before moving to lay next to Nic, flat on his back, but head turned to one side so he could see his boyfriend.
“I don’t know,” Nic said with a little shrug, rolling onto his side to face Micah. “It’s just something that… I guess my heterosexual upbringing shys away from. But I liked it, so… I dunno.”
“Yeah, I can see that sort of putting a damper on gay sex,” Micah said with a chuckle. He reached out trace Nic’s cheekbones with one hand. “Just so long as you liked it, what’s the rest matter? Well unless you only liked it. Instead of really liking it.”
“I really liked it,” Nic laughed softly, pulling Micah in for a kiss. “It doesn’t matter, I swear. You’ll hear no complaints from me.” Though now he really didn’t want to get out of bed. His plan of making pancakes had vanished completely.
Micah answered the kiss before pulling Nic closer, so he could curl up against him. “Good because you were…perfect.” Thoughts of food were gone as well, at least for the moment.