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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural_RPF, CW_Network_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jared_Padalecki/Jensen_Ackles, Christian_Kane/Chad_Michael_Murray, past
      Jared_Padalecki/Chad_Michael_Murray
  Character:
      Jared_Padalecki, Jensen_Ackles, Chad_Michael_Murray, Danneel_Harris,
      Christian_Kane
  Additional Tags:
      AU, Underage_-_Freeform, Knotting, A/B/O, First_Time, Size_Kink,
      bottom!Jensen, top!Jared, J2, padackles_-_Freeform
  Series:
      Part 1 of The_Perfect_Bride
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-03-09 Words: 10506
****** The Perfect Bride ******
by iluvkinkythings
Summary
     At nearly thirty-years-old, Jared agrees to get married to please his
     family. A little bit reluctant and scared at first, everything
     changes when he lays his eyes on Jensen, his young bride-to-be.
Notes
     beta by mistress_madga on livejournal
At twenty-nine-years-old, Jared Padalecki is one of the most powerful alphas of
the Kingdom. Filthy rich, from one of the most ancient and influential families
of Tristania, the best and most respected knight in the whole continent and the
personal counsellor of the King, Jared fears no one and nothing.
Right now though, Jared is shaking like a leaf in the wind; in a handful of
minutes, he’s going to be married. It wasn’t his idea, of course; he was rather
happy with the way things were, enjoying the single life, putting his friend
and his duty before everything else and going to the knotting whorehouse
whenever he felt like it which, alright, was way more often than was considered
respectable for someone of the high society. But his parents are right of
course; it isn’t acceptable not to be mated at thirty years old so he agreed to
this arranged wedding.
He just wasn’t expecting that his bride would be a member of the Ackles family,
their sworn enemies since more than a century. But it actually makes sense, as
the Ackles want to redeem themselves in the King’s eyes after their treason
during the war against the Northern Islands - despite personally beheading the
Ackles family’s Chief and sentencing a bunch of other men to prison for life,
the King still holds a grudge against them - and the Padaleckis would benefit
from three of the strategically very well-placed harbors that the Ackles own
and run.
Everyone’s winning in this scenario: Padaleckis, Ackles, hell, even the King
himself who gets to host the most prestigious wedding of the decade - if not
the century - and fully expects both families to be able to work together to
find a way to use the harbors to develop the trade with Rossingale and
Saradillo on the other side of the ocean.
Jared’s been told he should feel lucky too, as he’s been assured again and
again that Jensen, his young bride-to-be, just went through his first heat and
would be able to carry Jared’s children if Jared ever felt the need to have
them. Thing is, Jared never planned to have kids. He can barely stand his
brother’s runts so having his own? He doesn’t think it’s a good idea. Now,
nobody will blame them if they don’t have kids so Jared guesses he is kind of
lucky anyway; seriously, his young, healthy bride will be his to fuck whenever
he wants and he won’t have to pay for it, even for the more dirty things he’s
into. It might not that bad after all. That is, if he survives the wedding and
the celebration dinner.
Looking at his reflection on the large polished iron disk on his wall - only
two of these have ever been made, the other person to own one being none other
than the Queen herself - Jared takes a big breath and fixes his long brown hair
in a simple yet elegant-looking ponytail before putting on his wedding suit
that’s been made for him by the three best tailors from the Oswaldian Republic.
The amazingly soft fabric is a deep shade of blue, with stylish pearly-white
lining, and fits perfectly on his broad chest and shoulders. The pants mold his
crotch and bottom in the most flattering way, and show off tasteful boots that
have been made with the most delicate doe leather one can find in the Kingdom.
“How do I look?” he asks his brother who’s sitting on the large bed, watching
him quietly.
“You’re handsome, little brother.” Jared is happy that there isn’t any sarcasm
or mockery to be heard in Jeffrey’s voice. “I’m really proud of you.”
“Thank you. Could you...?”
Jeffrey stands up suddenly, a slight flush on his face. “Yes, sure,” he answers
as he firmly ties the laces on the back of Jared’s tunic. “Here, all done. Are
you ready to go?”
“Just a second.” Grabbing a small box from one of his bookshelves, Jared slides
it in his right pocket before planting himself in front of his brother and
nodding. “Alright, I’m ready. Let’s do this.”
Though it’s a little bit windy outside, it’s a beautiful sunshiny day and the
populace is flooding the streets, chanting his name again and again and
blessing him when he walks through them - surrounded by a dozen of guards, one
can never be too sure - to get to the Temple. It’s a little bit strange for
Jared because he never thought he was that popular - he sure wasn’t when he
made the decision to drastically raise taxes three winters ago to save the
Kingdom finances - but it’s flattering too, and it drains a little bit of the
tension that’s been running through his whole body since he woke up early in
the morning.
“They love you,” Jeffrey whispers in his ear as they slowly progress through
the city. They’re in the Old Town now, with its red-bricked, low buildings in
which the richest people of Tristania live. “Everyone loves you. I’ve heard
that King Jeffrey wants you to be his successor, when he’s older.”
“Jeff, stop listening to old women’s rumors.”
“I heard Sir Kripke talking about it. Besides, Prince Misha is a stupid,
incompetent asshole. If he got to be the next King, you can be sure there’d be
a revolution within the year.”
“Jeffrey!” Jared hisses, scandalized. He quickly looks around, making sure than
no one heard him. “You can’t talk like that about the Royal Family, it’s
sedition!”
“You know it’s true,” Jeffrey shrugs. “But you’re right, it’s not the right
time to talk about this. We’re almost there, keep smiling and waving at them.”
They passed the Crying Virgin Place a few minutes ago and are now down the
stairs of the Temple. With its huge square tower, all white marble that not
even hundreds of years managed to damage, the Temple is considered by many to
be the most beautiful building in the whole world. Jared has travelled a lot in
his life - the only place he hasn’t gone to yet is the Arcadia Desert - and he
actually agrees with that. The Elders say that it was given to the men as a
gift from Roga, God of all Gods himself centuries ago to reward them for their
devout ways. Jared doubts it’s actually true, knowing how corrupt and debauched
their ancestors actually were.
He is about to climb the immaculate white stairs when an old woman in dirty
rags somehow manages to pass through his escort and jumps at him, taking his
hands and kissing them while mumbling nonsense about the Forgotten Gods. Jared
feels kind of bad when one of the guards, barely eighteen Jared guesses, takes
her by the shoulders and brutally shoves her away, making her fall onto the
hard, paved floor.
“I’m sorry I let her pass, Sir Padalecki,” the young man exclaims, almost
stuttering.
“Don’t worry about that,” Jared says at the same time his brother says, “Make
sure it doesn’t happen again or I’ll have your head on a pike for the crows to
eat.”
Another guard is already cleaning Jared’s hands with a wet, white handkerchief,
but Jared is annoyed and shakes him away. “Make sure the woman is alright
though, and give her ten gold coins,” he says to the boy who made her fall. “If
she’s hurt, I will have your head on a pike for the crows to eat.”
“Yes, sir,” the kid answers just before he darts away to help the woman to get
up. Jared wishes he could be the one ‘rescuing’ her - if people like him, it’s
not because of his good looks but because he’s always been nice and fair to
them - but they’re already running late and he has to get to the damned temple
if he wants to get married today.
“She’s just a crazy old woman,” Jeff chuckles as they walk up the stairs to
join the rest of their family, who are waiting for them.
“So what? It was not necessary to be violent with her, it’s not like she tried
to kill me.”
“She could have,” Jeffrey answers darkly. “I know you’re trying to be a good
man but you cannot allow this to happen, Jared. It’s just a disaster waiting to
happen.”
“I’ll try to remember it,” Jared says, trying to appease his brother, fully
knowing that there’s no point in telling Jeffrey how he really feels about the
whole situation; there’s not nearly enough time for that and he doesn’t want to
alienate his brother on his own wedding day. Once they’re all the way up the
one hundred and eleven stairs, Jared greets his parents and his little sister
with a kiss on the cheek before he turns around to wave at the huge crowd
gathered in the streets around the Temple. The cheers and the clapping are
nearly deafening.
“See? They love you,” Jeffrey says again. “We’ll talk about it later.” Jared
doesn’t really want to talk about the King considering crowning him in a few
years but he knows his brother; Jeffrey is stubborn and Jared will have to
listen to his crazy ideas. But later. Way, way later.
Taking his mother’s arm, Jared asks, “Shall we go in?”
Inside of the Temple, it’s like they enter another world. It’s cold and dark
and eerily quiet, even though the priests can be heard singing with low voices.
They all go farther in absolute silence, and once they are in the ceremonial
room, Jared’s family leaves him alone to go sit down on the low, circular white
marble benches. Jared walks down the aisle and kneels down before the High
Priest who’s wearing his usual crimson robe. Jared vaguely wonders who thought
it was a good idea to wear crimson in a totally white place; it looks
disturbingly like a blood splatter on snow.
“Midvar en aves ti?” the religious man asks in a singing voice.
“Mi aves se yylan,” Jared answers in the same way, as the tradition requires.
The priest raises his hands and the side doors of the room are opening, letting
all the other guests come in and sit down too and Jared’s going crazy with the
need to turn around, to finally see what his bride looks like - Jensen, his
name is Jensen and Jared had better start calling him like that - but it’s
forbidden so Jared doesn’t move, forces himself to stay still until he feels
someone kneel down just beside him.
Now that Jensen is here, Jared slightly turns his head to look at him, laying
his eyes on him for the very first time and two things happen: his heart breaks
at the sight of this beautiful child frightened and close to tears, and his
cock hardens painfully in his pants. Jared doesn’t know if he’d rather hold his
bride in his arms to console him or flip him on his stomach and tear his
finely-crafted white robe off to fuck him right here in front of everyone. In
the end he decides that it’s wiser to only take Jensen’s small, delicate hand
in his own and he squeezes lightly, as if to say that everything will be
alright in the end.
Jared can’t even imagine how the boy is feeling, it was hard for him to wrap
his mind around the idea of getting married, it must be even harder for Jensen
who can’t be older than thirteen and is about to be sort of sacrificed to a man
who is way older. A man who’s considered an enemy that the Ackles family needs
to seal a deal with.
The High Priest starts to sing in the ancient language, his voice low and flat
and awfully boring, soon joined by the other priests and the people in the room
who are old enough to remember the Fifth Time for the second verse. It goes on
for what seems - and probably is - an hour before the singing fades and total
silence fills the Temple.
“Jared, son of Tristania, do you agree to take Jensen as your spouse before
your families, our beloved King and Queen and the Gods?”
“I do, Your Highness.”
“As the High Priest of the Temple, I then declare you wedded before the Gods.”
Of course, he doesn’t ask Jensen; a beta’s word doesn’t hold any power, neither
in the Temple nor outside and it’s even worse for omegas like Jensen. Now that
Jared’s said yes, they’re bonded for life and there’s nothing anyone can do
about it except Jared, should he decide Jensen doesn’t satisfy him as a bride
and to kill him to remarry. As a kid, Jared always found this law absolutely
disgusting; he still does, but that’s the way it is and it will probably never
change. He mentally makes himself the promise to care for Jensen and love him
until his very last breath, refusing to take part in what he considers to be
outdated, cruel and barbaric morals. Jared is surprising himself feeling that
strongly about Jensen when a few hours ago he only saw him as a young thing
that he could use for sexual release.
The priests break into another song, thankfully shorter than the first one but
long enough that Jared has some more time to stare at Jensen’s face. With his
fair, freckled skin, his big green eyes and dark blond hair that falls around
his almost feminine, perfect face, Jensen is stunning; he looks like the child
of a God and Jared can’t help but wonder at his luck. A few minutes later, the
High Priest laboriously takes a knee in front of Jared, holding a big, white
candle in front of his face. Jared blows over the flame which dies out in a
thick, black smoke, the smell of it unpleasant when it gets into Jared’s face.
Jensen’s hand still wrapped in his own, Jared gets up, pulling his bride with
him. Leaning down a little bit, Jared asks, “Are you alright, dear?”
Jensen nods shyly. “Yes, Sir.”
“Please, call me Jared. Or Jay, if you feel like it.”
“Yes, Sir,” Jensen says again before he realizes what he just said and blushes
like the pretty virgin child he is. “I’m sorry. Yes, Jared.”
Jared can’t help himself and leans down farther to give Jensen a quick, chaste
kiss on the lips that has the boy blushing even more. Tucking the boy against
him, Jared turns around to face all the guests, graciously accepting the
congratulations from everyone from the King and the Queen to his family, the
priests and his friends, for close to two hours. Everyone except Jensen’s
family.
“Jensen, sweetheart, where is your family?” Once again, Jensen looks like he’s
about to burst into tears and once again, Jared’s heart is breaking. He puts a
hand in Jensen’s hair and gently strokes his head. “What is it? Tell me, baby.”
“They... They... They said they couldn’t bear it. That they couldn’t stand to
watch me - ” Jensen abruptly stops talking, obviously afraid that he said too
much.
Jared sweeps the young boy up into his arms and hugs him tight, strangely
thrilled when he feels Jensen tentatively wrapping his legs around his waist
and hugging him back. “I’m so sorry that they feel like that, Jensen. I wish
they were here for you and could see for themselves how much I already love you
and how well I’m going to take care of you. I don’t know what you have heard
about me but I guess it wasn’t pretty. I swear that I am a good man and that
you have nothing to fear from me. You have nothing to fear from anything or
anyone else for that matter, as long as you’re with me. Please, please forget
all the things you’ve been told about my kin and me and see me for the man I
really am. I’m begging you. Do you think you can do that, my love?”
Jensen looks as surprised as Jared feels about his long, overly sweet tirade
and it takes a few seconds before he seems able to answer. “Yes. I will do my
best, Jared. My - my love.”
Jared takes his bride’s mouth for another kiss, although this one is not as
short and innocent as the first one and Jared has to force himself to stop when
he feels his cock twitching in his pants, about to get hard again. “Thank you,”
he pants against Jensen’s lips, taking a few second to take back control of
himself. “Do you think you can walk to the castle? Or should I order a carriage
to take us back?”
“I- I don’t know?” Jensen says in a small voice and Jared makes the choice for
him. Jensen is definitely not yet ready to greet the crowd and walk through
hundreds, maybe thousands of people.
“Chad?” Jared calls.
A young blond man with an easy smile and laughing eyes appears next to them a
few seconds later, slightly bowing before them. “My Lord?
“Get a carriage ready. I am tired and would like to enjoy some time alone with
my bride.”
“Of course, my Lord.”
The Temple is slowly clearing out of all the wedding guests and when, at last,
Jared and Jensen exit the building hand in hand and walk down the stairs the
carriage is already there, surrounded by all of Jared’s guards, including the
one who shoved the woman earlier today. The boy hastens to say, “She is all
right, my Lord, and I gave her ten gold coins like you asked me to. She thanks
you and gives you her blessings.”
“Good,” Jared answers, climbing into the large carriage that was specially made
for him with rare red cherry wood. The inside is all big, soft cushions - white
and blue, just like his wedding suit, the colors of the Padalecki banner. Jared
helps Jensen to get in, and closes the door behind them. He knows that he
should open the curtains and wave at the crowd but he can’t bring himself to
take his eyes off Jensen who is sitting in front of him, looking at his feet.
“Come here,” Jared says, patting the seat next to him. Jensen looks wary for a
second but he does come, and Jared wraps his arm around him, pulling Jensen
closer until they’re touching everywhere. “I’m the luckiest man alive.”
“Jared?” Jensen asks a bit confused.
“I’m lucky to have you,” Jared explains, his big hands stroking all over
Jensen’s thin, delicate arms.
“Oh.” Jensen is blushing again and Jared can already tell that he will enjoy
making his young bride blush again and again in the future. “Thank you. You are
too nice to me.”
“There’s no such thing as too nice, especially when it’s for you, my young
love. You are perfect. I almost forgot but I have something for you.”
“Really?”
“Really.” Jared takes the small box from his pocket and gives it to Jensen, who
strokes the polished wood before asking in a soft voice. “Can I open it?”
“Of course you can.”
It’s a band-ring, pure white gold encompassing five bright sapphires that Jared
crafted himself. He tells Jensen so as he slides it on the young boy’s left
thumb. “Do you like it?”
“I do, Jared. Thank you. It’s beautiful.” Jensen turns his head to hide his
obvious emotion and they’re both silent for a few minutes before Jared can feel
the young boy tense against him. “Do you... Do you want me to touch you?” he
asks in a very small voice.
“To touch me?”
“Yes, you know... under the belt, now that we’re married.”
Jared blinks, wondering why Jensen is asking that question, where it came from.
“You don’t have to do anything just because I gave you something. Not if you
don’t want to.”
“You are very nice to me and I know that it’s my duty as your bride, I just
don’t know how... I’ve never done anything like that and I want to be good for
you.”
Jared’s is rock-hard in his pants once again and it takes a huge effort from
him not to take Jensen up on his offer. “That’s really thoughtful of you,
Jensen, and while I would love you to touch me, we will wait until tonight
though. When it’s only the two of us, alone in my room, alright?”
“Yes.”
“Now, how do you feel about kissing?”
Jensen nods. “Kissing I can do. I quite like it.”
Jared grins before he takes Jensen’s mouth in a rough kiss. He quite likes it
too.

                ----------------------------------------------
Jared is lucky enough to be one of the very few people to live in the Castle,
and to have the whole west wing to himself so he’s able to offer Jensen his own
private quarters with a big salon with a huge fireplace to receive guests, five
bedrooms, two bathrooms, a small study and a beautiful veranda that’s sunny in
the afternoon. Jensen won’t live all by himself of course, as Jared parted with
two of his own servants so they can tend to Jensen’s every need when Jared is
not around. Chris and Danneel are both young omegas too, though slightly older
than Jensen and Jared is sure that his bride will get along just fine with
them.
He’s pondering whether or not two servants are enough for Jensen - Jared can
afford to part with Matt too; he still has Chad and four other servants for
himself - as Chad undresses him from his wedding suit with confident and
efficient moves.
“Jared?”
“Yes?”
“Did you ask Danneel or Chris to help your bride to prepare himself for you?”
Jared turns around with a frown on his face, not in the least embarrassed to be
totally naked and half-hard - the mere thought of his bride prepping himself so
he can take Jared’s cock more easily is incredibly arousing - in front of his
servant. “Should I?”
“Well, even though his body will naturally produce lubricant, you’re quite long
and thick and he’s rather tiny. You don’t want his first time to be painful, do
you?”
“I don’t, you’re right. But I don’t want anyone to touch him. He’s mine. They
can give him some oil and talk him through it, though.”
“Alright. What about you?”
“What about me?” Jared asks, confused.
Chad points Jared’s now fully hard cock with a move of his head. “Do you want
me to take care of it? I can suck you off before the dinner to take the edge
off.” Jared knows that Chad can, he’s done it in the past when Jared wasn’t
able to go to a brothel for whatever reason and as much as the offer is
tempting - Chad’s mouth is quite talented - Jared has to decline.
“I’m married now,” he says. Chad shrugs, not looking that convinced. Jared has
to admit that he wouldn’t have believed himself a few hours ago, but now that
he met Jensen, things changed. Jared just isn’t sure of how much they changed,
but he does know that now he wants Jensen, and only Jensen. Besides, now that
Chad got himself in a not-so-secret relationship, Jared wouldn’t accept anyway.
He’s not a saint but he’s not that much of a jerk either.
“Are you sure? You know I don’t mind.”
“I’m sure, thanks. I just - well, I...”
Chad nods, smirking knowingly. “You’ve got it bad, haven’t you? You haven’t
touched him yet but he already has you under his spell.”
Jared laughs. “You could say that, yes.”
“He’s perfect for you, I can already tell that. Don’t mess it up, you hear me?”
Jared could have Chad whipped and thrown in jail for talking to him like that
but that’s what he likes so much about his servant; Chad never holds back when
they’re alone, telling him what he thinks whether Jared likes it or not and
it’s really refreshing compared to the constant hypocrisy that rules at the
court.
“I won’t. Now help me to get dressed, will you? I’m not paying you to verbally
abuse me.”
“You’re not paying me at all,” Chad shoots back with a roll of his eyes.
“I could pay you. But you have a roof above your head, hot meals three times a
day and I’m the only one who can stand your poor manners and your stupid face.”
Chad raises his hands in surrender, an amused smile on his face. “I guess I’m
rather lucky to have a master so kind and generous indeed. But like you said,
you could pay me.” At Jared’s unimpressed face he adds, “Just saying.”
He’s helping Jared into light brown leather pants when he asks, “But seriously,
you won’t even jerk off?”
“I’m keeping it all for Jensen.”
“Wow, you’re really serious about him. That’s good. Poor kid, though, he’s
gonna drown in your come.”
Jared’s smile turn into a wolfish grin. “That he will, Chad. That he will.”

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Jensen is feeling completely lost. It’s not that he comes from a poor family,
far from that, but he definitely isn’t used to this; never in his life has he
imagined that some day he would live in the Castle and have his own quarters.
Jensen knows it’s stupid but he kind of thought he would live with his husband,
maybe have a little room for himself.. Because seriously, what is he expected
to do with all that space all by himself?
Well, not entirely by himself since Chris and Danneel will live with him as his
servants. Isn’t that crazy? Jensen’s parents had three servants and he thought
that was already a lot, that it meant that his family was powerful but now he
has two of his own and it’s apparently something not even worth mentioning.
What is he supposed to do with them? And why did Jared think he would need two
people?
It’s something that Jensen really didn’t expect. Of course, he knew that the
Padaleckis are rich and powerful but they’re definitely out of Jensen’s league.
Or at least, Jared is; Jensen can’t remember much about the other members of
Jared’s family. He feels like a little boy who used to think he had it all only
to find out that it isn’t true, that there is way more to the world than what
he thought there was.
Something else that Jensen didn’t expect is Jared’s kindness. He only met the
man a few hours ago but he can already tell that Jared is a good person, kind
and considerate, who genuinely cares about others. About him. Of course Jared
could be faking it, but that wouldn’t make any sense, and Jensen is pretty good
at judging people anyway. No, Jared is a good man and that’s it. Which makes it
hard to understand why his own family used to say filthy things about Jared and
the rest of the Padaleckis when they thought Jensen couldn’t hear them, since
they’re obviously and painfully wrong. Could it be because they’re jealous?
Jensen never thought that of his parents before but now, he’s starting to think
they very well might be.
Jealous, and selfish too. Definitely selfish. Because while Jensen can
understand and accept the fact that he was married to Jared for his whole
family’s sake, he can’t understand why they couldn’t even attend the ceremony
for him. Jensen doesn’t think it was too much to ask from them but they didn’t
come. Now he’s wondering if they will even show at the celebration dinner. If
he’ll ever see them again, even, now that he’s a Padalecki. Will they hate him
and resent him too, never mind the fact that they’re the ones who chose to give
him away?
A huge wave of sadness and bitterness threatens to overwhelm him but Jensen
doesn’t want to cry in front of these strangers, no matter how nice they are to
him. Jensen doesn’t want to cry, period. He’s not a child anymore, he’s an
adult and he has to act like one.
“Do you want us to help you into your other suit for the dinner?” Danneel asks
gently, pulling him out of his depressing thoughts.
“I don’t have another suit,” Jensen answers, slightly taken aback. Is he
supposed to have one? Why doesn’t he have one?
“You have,” Chris affirms. “Sir Padalecki had it made especially for you. It’s
in the dressing of the main bedroom.”
“Oh.” Jensen wonders if he looks as stupid as he feels, if he looks like a
child who doesn’t know anything from anything and has to be assisted all the
time. He wouldn’t blame them if they thought that.
“So... Do you?” Danneel asks again and Jensen feels ashamed that she had to.
“Yes, please. But... I’d feel more comfortable if it was only Chris?” Jensen
says, more a question than an statement and he hates how uncertain he sounds.
“Of course, Jensen,” Danneel answers gracefully and Jensen feels relieved. He’s
not really comfortable in his body and doesn’t want a girl to see more of him
than it is necessary. He doesn’t really want Chris to see him naked either but
that isn’t as bad.
“Can you show me the way to the bedroom, Chris?” Jensen asks. They already gave
him the grand tour but Jensen’s so anxious that he can’t remember much of it.
“I’ll lead the way, follow me.”
The bedroom is huge. There is a big canopy bed in the middle of it, with
curtains the color of Jensen’s family banner. Jensen doesn’t know how to feel
about that just yet: on one hand it’s a sweet gesture from whoever decorated
the room, on the other hand he’s not sure he really wants reminders of his
family and how badly they’re treating him right now. There are two large wooden
wardrobes against the wall opposite the bed, and a small desk under a window.
When he takes a closer look at the desk, Jensen finds a few books.
“Is that for me?” he asks, shocked. Books are rare and really expensive, and
Jensen has never owned one. He’s never even had one in his hands.
“It sure isn’t for me, I can’t read,” Chris answers with a soft smile.
Jensen blinks for a second. Of course Chris can’t read, that isn’t really
taught to servants. “I can teach you if you want.”
Chris looks at him with wide, surprised eyes. “You would do that for me? I
always wanted to learn but...”
“Of course. I can teach Danneel too.”
“Thank you, Jensen,” Chris whispers, the emotion clear on his face before he
opens one of the two wardrobes - it’s full of beautiful clothes that all seem
to be Jensen’s size - and takes out a light green suit and lays it softly on
the bed.
He then starts undressing Jensen, and Jensen feels panic quickly rising inside
of him despite the gentleness of Chris’ hands. He’s small and skinny, looks
like a child and not like a man and what if Jared doesn’t find him attractive?
What if he doesn’t want to consummate their marriage and decides Jensen is not
good enough? What if Jared kills him to get remarried or worse, sends him back
home? Jensen knows he’s not thinking rationally - Jared’s nice, he wouldn’t do
that... Would he? - but knowing that is not enough to make the panic settle
down and he’s doing his best not to show it but apparently does a pretty bad
job because Chris stops and asks him if he’s feeling alright.
Jensen nods, not trusting his voice not to waver so Chris keeps undressing him
and Jensen’s totally naked when he suddenly breaks down in tears. He tries to
get a hold of himself but now that he started to cry, he can’t seem to stop and
terrible sobs are making his whole body shake. He’s such a failure, such a
weakling, Jensen is disgusting himself.
Chris doesn’t seem to know what to do at first but he soon wraps his arms
around Jensen’s naked body from behind, hugging him and whispering soothing
nonsense in his ear, rocking him gently for at least ten minutes until Jensen
feels safe enough to finally get a grip and wipe his tears angrily with the
back of his hand. “Sorry,” he says, his voice still wavering.
“Shhh, it’s okay, I got you,” Chris says, not letting go yet and Jensen is kind
of glad about it. It feels insanely good to have someone who cares, someone who
takes care of you because as much as Jensen tries to fool himself that he’s an
adult who can take of himself, that just isn’t true at all. Chris gives him a
small kiss on the neck that makes him feel all weird before he walks them to
the bed so they can lie down and he asks, “You want to tell me what it’s all
about?”
Jensen hesitates a few seconds before he starts talking and doesn’t stop before
long, long minutes. When he’s done, Chris looks at him with a soft, reassuring
smile. “Jensen, you are beautiful and trust me, you’re the perfect match for
Sir Padalecki. I’m not supposed to know so please don’t tell anyone that I told
you but he has a very healthy sexual appetite and loves his lovers to be young
like you. He’ll love you.”
“Really? How do you know?”
“Once again, I could be in trouble for that...”
“I won’t say a word, I swear,” Jensen answered honestly, needing his servant’s
trust and wanting to know.
“You met Chad, right?”
Jensen nods.
“Well, he and I... We’re kind of together.”
Jensen’s really surprised to hear that and he’s sure it shows on his face.
“But... you’re both omegas, right?”
“Yes.”
“So how do you... How is it...” Suddenly realizing he’s asking a very personal
question, Jensen immediately starts to blush, embarrassed to have put them in
this situation. “You don’t have to answer that, I’m sorry. I didn’t really
think.”
“It’s alright, I don’t mind. He lets me fuck him. We both can come without a
knot so it works. And when sometimes I feel the need for something in me too,
he gets me off with his hands. And when all that is not enough, well, we go to
the knotting whorehouse together and we pay an alpha to fuck us both. I know
it’s unusual but we’re good together.”
Jensen can’t believe what’s he hearing. Well, he can, obviously since he knows
Chris is telling him the truth but it’s so different from what he’s always been
told that he’s more than a little bit stunned. “I never knew that two omegas
could be together. That’s... that’s really great.”
“It is. Unfortunately, I’m not sure other people would agree with you so we
have to keep it a secret.” Then, Chris adds a bit bitterly. “It’s not that much
of a big deal when two alphas are doing the naughty though, see how
hypocritical society can be.”
“Alphas too?!” Jensen asks and seriously, he’s starting to think like he didn’t
know anything before he came to live here and it’s a scary thought but it’s
weirdly liberating, too. Like there’s a whole world waiting to be discovered.
He only has to open his eyes and it’s there for him to see.
Chris nods. “It’s the worst kept secret ever; we all know that Prince Misha
bends over for Sir Sheppard.”
“I never would have thought it was possible,” Jensen admits.
“You have a lot to learn,” Chris teases. “But don’t worry, Danni and I will
teach you.”
Jensen is about to answer when someone knocks on the door; that’s when Jensen
realizes he is still naked. He’s considering hiding under the bedcovers when
Chris says, “I’ll take care of it.” Chris gets up and slightly opens the door,
enough to be able to see the person on the other side but not enough for anyone
to see inside the room. Jensen tries to listen to what’s being said but both
Chris and the other guy are talking low and Jensen doesn’t understand half of
it. A few minutes later, Chris closes the door again and comes back to sit on
the bed, a small chest in his hands.
“So,” Chris begins, then shuts up, obviously trying to find out how to deliver
some kind of news.
“Tell me, it’s okay.”
“That was Chad. He came to tell me that you maybe should prepare yourself for
your wedding night.”
Jensen doesn’t get it. “Well, yeah. I’m gonna get dressed. Should I do
something else? Put some perfume, maybe?”
“I meant, physically prepare yourself. Like, fingering yourself open for Sir
Padalecki.”
“Oh.” Then, as it finally hits Jensen what Chris means, “Ooooh. But - I
thought... Isn’t my body supposed to be naturally ready?”
“It is,” Chris confirms. “But Chad told me that your Alpha is unusually big.
Considering your size and that it will be your first time, Sir Padalecki thinks
it would be better for you to make sure you’re open for him.”
“Alright. How am I supposed to do that?” Jensen asks. Chris looks at him, a
slight frown on his face. “What?”
“You never touched yourself?”
“No...”
“Even when you were in heat?”
“No!” Jensen shouts, scandalized. “It’s dirty and wrong.”
Chris clearly looks disapproving now. “Did you parents tell you that?”
“Yes?” Jensen answers and he has the feeling that he won’t like what’s coming
next.
“Well, your parents are assholes. It’s not dirty, it’s not wrong. It’s your
body and touching yourself is the most natural thing you could have done.
Making you think it’s wrong... Damn, that’s unnatural! Especially during your
heat. Your body needed it. How did you get through it?”
“Long ice baths...”
Chris looks shocked out of his mind. “That’s cruel! I can’t believe that they’d
do that to you. Your own parents, that’s disgusting that’s what it is!”
Jensen feels like he’s about to cry again. Is it possible that his parents were
failing him that much all this time? The only thing that Jensen could think of
is why, why, why?
“I’m sorry, Jensen, I didn’t mean to... Look, I’ll help you, alright? Tell you
what to do. I swear you’ll feel good and that’s what your Alpha wants for you.
Alright?”
“Yeah, alright,” Jensen says, his voice small and scared. He doesn’t know what
to do but Chris does so it’s going to be alright. Jensen trusts him. He has to.
Chris opens the chest and takes a small vial out of it. It’s full of clear
liquid and Jensen is curious. “What is this?”
“Oil, to make it things easier and smoother. Get comfortable on the bed and
close your eyes.”
Jensen does what he’s told without thinking about it, like the perfect omega he
is. He wonders if he could be like Chris someday. “What next?”
“Give me your hand.” Chris pours oil on it, and the first thing that comes to
Jensen’s mind is, “I’ll ruin the bed!”
“Don’t worry about that, I’ll take care of it later, make sure you have clean
sheets. Now that your fingers are slicked, rub one against your hole. Like
that, yes. Does it feel good?”
It’s a little weird but good nonetheless, his body reacting to this soft,
simple touch with a surprising intensity. “Yes,” he says as his cock is
starting to get hard. “Oh, no...”
“Oh, yes,” Chris says, his voice low and husky and it makes Jensen feel even
hotter, even more aroused. “It’s better if you’re turned on, trust me, I know
what I’m talking about. Better for you and better for your Alpha. Now press
your finger inside.”
Jensen moans loudly as he does. It feels so good that he regrets never having
done that before. He presses his finger in as far as possible, stopping when
his wrist starts to ache, before he slides out and pushes back in. “Feels
good...”
“Yes? Try a second finger now.”
It’s even better. His opens wide as soon as his two fingers find their way in
and Jensen’s quickly adds a third one, surprised of how easy it is, his hole
warm and incredibly wet - and Jensen knows it’s not the oil but his own body
producing lubricant - around his fingers.
“Come on, fuck yourself on your fingers, Jensen. Think of your Alpha on you,
inside you, taking you hard and fast.”
Jensen knows he’s whimpering like a bitch in heat now but he’s too far gone to
care about that. “Need... more...”
“Try your hand.”
“My - my hand?” Jensen pants. Isn’t it a little bit too much? His mind seems
opposed to the idea but his body really isn’t.
“Jensen, your hand is nothing compared to an alpha cock. Not to mention the
knot. Now get your hand inside that pretty omega hole.”
“Yes, nghh...” His hand, or rather his five fingers - once again, he can’t give
himself more than that because of his sore, aching wrist - slide in
disturbingly easily, like a knife into warm butter and Jensen can’t help
thinking about what Chris said about alpha cocks. He wonders how big Jared will
be; longer than his forearm? Thicker than both Jensen’s wrists pressed
together? He wants to know, wants to feel his husband slide inside of him and
fuck him.
“Take this,” Chris says, slightly pulling Jensen out of his lust-filled
thoughts. Jensen’s hand tightens around a thick, rounded wooden thing that he
instinctively knows is supposed to go inside of him, shoves it inside instead
of his fingers. He’s about to slide it out and fuck himself with it when Chris
grabs his wrist and forces him to stop. Jensen can’t help the whine that leaves
his mouth.
Chris chuckles darkly. “That’s enough for now. You’ll have to wait to be
stuffed with your Alpha’s cock to come. This plug will keep you open and wet
for him.”
It’s hard not to give in and fuck himself anyway but Jensen forces his hands
away from his ass and thinks of the worst things he can muster right now to
will his arousal away. It takes ten, maybe fifteen minutes but he finally
manages. When he opens his eyes, the first thing he sees is Chris readjusting
himself, his pants tented by a sizeable bulge that has Jensen wondering if his
own cock will get a little bigger later or if it will stay little like it is
now.
“Help me get dressed,” Jensen finally says. “When I’m ready I’ll ask Danneel to
lead me to the dinning room and you’ll be able to go to your mate so he can
take care of you.”
“He’ll probably be busy with Sir Padalecki.”
“I’ll tell Jared to let Chad go for the night.”
Chris is still cupping his erection, trying to make it look less noticeable but
failing miserably. “It’s alright, you don’t have to do this. I shouldn’t have
reacted this way, it’s really inappropriate and I’m sorry.”
Jensen shakes his head. “You have nothing to be sorry for, you wouldn’t have to
feel like that if I was mature enough to take care of myself. Giving you time
with your mate is the least I can for you.”
“You’d really do it? For me?”
“Yes. Of course I would.”
Chris has a weird look on his face, half pleased and half embarrassed. Jensen
thinks he’s cute and if he wasn’t married and so already enamored with his
husband, he’d want to kiss him. “Thank you, Jensen,” Chris says.
“That’s what friends do for each other, right?”
Chris smiles at him. “Right.”

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When Chad comes back, Jared is hard - again. Seriously, how is he supposed not
to get hard when thinking about his bride fingering himself open so he can take
Jared’s cock easier? It’s downright impossible and Jared has to think of the
worst things in his life to get his cock to soften a little bit in his pants so
it’s not as painful.
“You’re pathetic. Let me suck your dick, you’ll feel better,” Chad says,
rolling his eyes.
“What’s with you and my dick today? Seriously, you need to get laid. Go find
Chris and suck hisdick, you’re obviously gagging for it.”
Chad doesn’t look impressed with him. “You know?”
“Of course I know. If you think that the both of you are discreet and stealthy,
you’re awfully wrong. I mean, it’s not like it’s obvious or anything but I know
you.”
“And you’re okay with it?”
“Do you even need to ask? Seriously, do I look like someone who cares about
things like that?”
Chad shakes his head no. “But still, you - ”
“No buts,” Jared interrupts, distractedly admiring himself in his mirror,
smoothing his hair and generally making sure he looks good for Jensen tonight.
“You’re my friend and I love you, I want you to be happy. He makes you happy,
right?”
“He does.”
“Then you don’t have to suck my dick just to make me more comfortable.”
Chad snorts. “Now you’re being ridiculous. To make you comfortable isn’t really
my main incentive, I just like your dick that much.”
Jared can’t help but laugh at that. “You’re such a slut, Chad! Does Chris
know?”
“Does Chris know? Hell yes, he knows. He’s a bit jealous, though I don’t know
if he’s jealous of you or jealous of me.”
“Well, no need to be jealous, since we haven’t fooled around since you met
him.”
“Oh. Really?”
“Yes, really. You didn’t notice?” Jared snorts.
“No, I didn’t. You...? Wow, you’re a good man, Jared.”
Jared laughs. “Don’t say that like you’re genuinely surprised, I might get
offended.”
“Come on, you know what I mean,” Chad retorts, irritated. “I knew you are great
but... few people would have stopped using an omega just because he fell in
love.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m awesome, I know.”
“Your cock is awesome. Man, I’ll kinda miss sucking you off, you know? Such a
perfect Alpha cock...” Chad sighs dramatically.
“You’ve always been a creepy fellow but waxing poetry on my cock takes the
cake,” Jared jokes and part of him wishes they had talked about it earlier so
Jared could have had both his omega servants and friends on their knees for
him. The other part doesn’t care much though; he knows that he found the
perfect omega in sweet little Jensen and he doesn’t need anyone else now. “How
do I look? Be honest.”
Chad is, Jared can see it in his eyes. “You look great. You’ve never looked so
good.”
Jared smiles and waves him away. “You’re free to do whatever you want tonight.
I won’t need you before tomorrow afternoon.”
“You sure, Jared?”
“Go.”
Chad is gone before Jared can say anything else. Jared makes sure he’s
presentable-looking once last time, pushing his long hair out of his face and
slicking it back into a neat ponytail before he walks out of his suite to go
and join Jensen.
It’s Danneel who opens the door when Jared knocks about five minutes later. She
gracefully bows before Jared as he enters Jensen’s quarters. “Sir.”
“Danneel,” Jared greets her. “Is Jensen ready?”
She nods. “He’s waiting for you in the veranda.”
Jared finds his husband asleep on a bench, with a book clutched tight against
his chest. Mallorian’s Book of Poetry, judging by the cover. Jared doesn’t care
much for poetry but he figures Jensen must love it. He sits down next to him
and wakes him up with a soft kiss on his beautiful, full lips. “Wake up love,
it’s time for our celebration dinner.”
“Huh?” Jensen asks, sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with
clenched fists. “Oh, it’s you,” he says with a small, pleased smile on his
face.
“Are you ready to go?”
“Yes,” Jensen says but Jared can hear the tension in the young boy’s voice.
“What’s wrong?” He waits for Jensen to answer but his husband keeps silent, so
Jared orders, “Answer me, Jensen.”
“I’m scared...”
“Scared?” Jared asks, surprised. “Of what?”
“Of my family not being there. Of not being good enough... What if I make a
mess out of myself?”
“You won’t. You’re perfect, sweetheart. And if your family isn’t there, mine
is. They’re nice people, you’ll see. And they already love you.” Jared’s aware
that his family can’t replace Jensen’s but it’s the only thing he can think of
right now. Jensen seems to relax a little bit so he counts that as a win. “We
don’t have to stay long if you’re not comfortable. We’ll stay for an hour or
two, eat a little bit and come back here. People won’t even notice, they’ll be
too busy drinking and dancing for that.”
“Alright,” Jensen says with a small nod.
“You look beautiful, love.”
“You, too. Everyone will be jealous of me tonight.”
That makes Jared laugh. “You’re flattering me. That’s nice. I’m more used to
being the one doing it so yes, it’s nice.”
“Maybe I just want to get into your pants,” Jensen jokes but Jared can see the
uncertainty in his eyes. Jared takes Jensen’s tiny hands in his and raises them
to his mouth to kiss them.
“Then it’s working just fine. But we should stop before I maul you right here
and right now.”
Jensen nods and gets up. “Alright. Shall we go?

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The dinner is not that bad, in the end. As predicted, his family didn’t show up
but it’s not so bad since a servant Jensen doesn’t even know the name brought
him a letter written by his siblings, telling him that despite how their
parents are behaving, they love Jensen and are proud of him and that Joshua
will try and come to visit later, when he’s of age and free to do as it pleases
him. Jensen folds the letter and put it in the pocket of his jacket, close to
his heart.
Also, like Jared said, the Padaleckis are nice people and they’re making sure
that Jensen is comfortable and is eating like a growing boy is supposed to eat,
which means that Jared’s mother refills his plate more times than he can count
with the delicious and varied food being served at their table, and his stomach
is starting to ache a little bit. Jensen’s relieved when Jared asks him if he
wants to dance.
“Yes, please!” he answers, maybe a little bit too hurriedly as Jared chuckles
and ruffles his hair.
“I know they can be a little bit overwhelming sometimes,” Jared says as they
walk to the middle of the room, where a dozen couples are dancing to the
traditional music of Tristania, played by an orchestra of violins and other
instruments that Jensen is ashamed to admit he doesn’t know the names of. “If
it’s too much, just tell them.”
“I wouldn’t do that, that’s not very nice!” Jensen protests.
Jared ruffles his hair again and laughs. “It’s not nice but sometimes you have
to speak your mind or they’ll just keep going until you feel like you’re going
crazy. Besides, they wouldn’t get upset, you know. They’re used to it by now,
with Megan always being such a little brat.”
Jensen only nods. He doesn’t feel comfortable enough to do what Jared is
telling him to, not yet, but he doesn’t want to upset Jared by telling him so
so he keeps quiet. They’re standing in the middle of the dancing couples by
now, and Jared pulls him close, taking Jensen’s right hand in his left, the
other one pressing heavily on his back. Jensen isn’t the best dancer, and isn’t
used to dancing with someone so much taller than he is so he hesitantly lays
his left hand on the small of Jared’s back, his fingers brushing the curve of
Jared’s bottom. “Is that alright?” he asks.
“More than alright,” Jared answers, his voice low and full of lust. It’s enough
to make Jensen harder than he ever was, and when the muscles in his ass squeeze
tight against the plug he stuffed himself with like Chris told him to, he can’t
help a moan escaping his mouth. He tries not to hump Jared’s legs but it’s hard
not to and Jensen isn’t sure he’s entirely successful.
They dance for what seems like hours, stopping a couple times for a few seconds
just to drink a little bit of wine, and by the time Jared picks him up from the
floor and into his arms to kiss him, everyone seems to be tipsy or on the way
to being drunk; most of them dancing and laughing and flirting, a few others
sleeping on or under the tables.
“What do you think, Jensen? Is it time to leave yet?”
Jensen rolls his hips against Jared’s toned belly in a way that ensures Jared
can’t miss Jensen’s erection pressing against him. “I do think it is, yes. I
want - fuck, I need you to be inside me.”
Jared’s growl makes Jensen crazy with lust and he doesn’t care that they’re
still in public as he starts humping Jared’s hard, muscled stomach, feels
himself leaking precome against his pants. “I think I might be going into heat
again, Jared. I... I... get me out of here, please, need your cock and your
knot!”
Jared is almost running now, none too gently shoving people away as he’s trying
to get the both them to Jensen’s room - though at this point, Jensen would be
happy with anyroom - so they can fuck already. If Jensen has any doubt left
about being in heat, it’s all gone now as he can feel his natural slickness
oozing out of him in thick, copious waves, wetting his underwear and pants to
the point it’s starting to sip into Jared’s clothes as well.
“You smell so fucking sweet,” Jared growls. “Never smelled something so good.”
“Jared, please, do something!” Jensen whines, feeling out of his mind. “It
hurts, I need, I- I need...”
It’s only when Jared lays him down on a soft bed that Jensen realizes that
they’re back in his bedroom. “It’s alright, love. I’m gonna take good care of
you,” Jared says as he literally rips Jensen’s clothes off him until he’s naked
and writhing on the bed, his little cock hard and leaking on his belly.
Jensen’s already making a mess of the bed and it get even worse when Jared gets
naked as well; Jensen can finally see his husband in all his glory, cock even
longer and thicker than he imagined, and Jensen can smell Jared’s arousal too,
a strong, musky virile scent that drives Jensen absolutely crazy for him.
Jensen actually gets so slick and open that the big plug that he put inside of
him a half-dozen hours earlier slides out on its own, and it makes Jensen
nearly cry, the feeling of total emptiness almost unbearable.
“Jared please, please fuck me! I need it, need to feel you inside of me! Make
the hurt go away, please...” Jensen begs shamelessly, not even aware he’s doing
it. Two big hands are wrapped around his waist and Jensen is flipped on his
stomach, Jared manhandling him like he’s nothing but a rag doll. Jensen
immediately gets his knees under him and raises his ass, assuming the position,
more than ready to get fucked for the very first time. Greedy for it, he
reaches back and grabs his ass, digging his fingers into the flesh to pull his
cheeks apart but it’s too slippery and he can’t get a good grip on them.
“It’s okay, sweetheart, I can find your sweet hole just fine, trust me,” Jared
says with a soothing voice as Jensen’s whimpering gets louder. Jared lines
himself against Jensen’s hole, the huge head of his cock teasing his rim for a
few seconds before Jared shoves inside in one hard, fast thrust.
Jensen’s yell can probably be heard around the whole castle.

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There’s nothing that Jared wants more than to pound his bride’s perfect little
ass but he can see that Jensen’s in pain. Being the good alpha that he is,
Jared doesn’t move, giving his lover some time to get used to the feeling.
Besides, the view is pretty amazing even if Jared doesn’t do anything, the skin
of the rim a pretty pink and puffy around Jared’s girthy length. “Are you
alright?” he asks, his voice tense and low with the effort of keeping still.
“Yes,” Jensen pants. “It burns but... it feels so good, too! I need more...
Need you to move, Jared!”
Jared obliges with shallow rolls of his hips at first. When he sees that Jensen
isn’t having any difficulty taking it though, Jared starts to thrust, slow and
deep, pulling out halfway before bottoming out. “Do you feel it?” he asks.
“Of course I do,” Jensen answers, a bit hesitantly. Jared chuckles, shaking his
head. He should have been slightly more precise in his question. He takes one
of Jensen’s hands in his and puts it against Jensen’s stomach before he thrusts
again.
“Oh. Oooooh...” Jensen moans as he realizes that Jared’s cock is so big that it
makes his belly bulge in an obscene and weirdly hot way when Jared’s all the
way in.
“I take it you like it.”
“Yes, by the Gods, yes!” Jensen answers, high-pitched and out of breath. Jared
figures that in the state Jensen’s in right now, he would agree with anything
that Jared does or says.
“You’re so responsive, I love it. Such a pretty, needy little bitch...” Jared
groans as he moves Jensen’s ass higher, the angle better to hit his prostate.
Jared knows it won’t be long before his knot pops and he wants Jensen to come
quick so he can take it easier. It works, because Jensen comes with a sharp cry
about three thrusts later, his come coating the bed and the hand that Jared had
around him, and his hole getting even slicker.
“So wet, too,” Jared grunts. “Never been with someone so wet for me, not even
females. Love it. Love you,” he adds as he licks his come-covered fingers - and
fuck but Jensen tastes great - and he starts to pound into his young lover’s
ass, way rougher than he should be for a first time but he’s so blindsided by
lust that he doesn’t care about that, only looking for his own pleasure now
that he got Jensen off.
His thrusts are so powerful that Jensen’s body doesn’t hold out and he
collapses on the bed, and Jared follows him down, his body entirely covering
Jensen’s small frame as he’s fucking into him like a beast, his hips pistoning
in and out hard and fast. Jensen’s thrashing wildly under him and Jared
wouldn’t know if he’s trying to get away or trying to get more of Jared’s cock
if he wasn’t chanting “yes, yes, yes,” again and again.
“Gonna knot you and pump you full of come,” Jared says between nips and licks
at Jensen’s neck and jaw. He can feel his knot getting bigger and bigger by the
second, probably the size of a big orange now, so he grabs Jensen’s head by the
hair, pulls it backward and growls “Mine!” just before he bites hard in the
flesh of Jensen’s neck at the very same moment he shoves his knot in.
He can feel Jensen coming a second time around him, his hole clenching hard,
pushing Jared to his breaking point. Jared comes so hard that his balls hurt
and his vision blurs for a minute, and his cock is pulsing at every load he
shoots inside his young bride, which is quite often for the first five minutes,
and a little bit more spaced out after that.
Now that he feels like he can think again with his brain and not his dick,
Jared rolls the both of them to their sides so he won’t suffocate Jensen.
Stroking his lover’s whole body - though, alright, Jared’s fingers always find
their way back to where Jensen’s rim is stretched wide open around him, and to
Jensen’s stomach where Jared’s still-hard cock is bulging out.
He slowly turns Jensen’s head with one hand to look at him, and though the
angle is awkward and a bit painful, Jared doesn’t care. Can’t care when Jensen
is watching him with such awe on his eyes, like Jared’s a God or something.
Jared kisses him softly, then asks, “How do you feel? I didn’t hurt you, did
I?”
“No, you didn’t,” Jensen answers with a beaming smile on his face. “I feel
great. I never knew sex would feel that good.”
“It will get even better,” Jared promises. “I was so horny that I couldn’t
control myself but now that I’ve knotted you, I’ll be able to show you, to
teach you some things the next time.”
“I can’t wait, then. I... I love you Jared,” Jensen says, blushing and ducking
his head like he said something shameful or stupid. Jared is having none of
that.
“Look at me,” he says. Repeats himself when Jensen doesn’t. Once Jensen’s eyes
are back on him, he says, “I love you, too. I know we just met and that some
people will think or say it’s stupid but I don’t care. I love you, and I’m sure
we were meant for each other. The way I feel for you? I’ve never felt like that
before, and I’m glad I didn’t. You’re mine and I’m yours, forever.”
The sight of Jensen’s pure green eyes glistening with emotion is the most
beautiful thing that Jared has ever seen and he promises himself that he’ll do
everything, anything to make Jensen happy for the rest of their lives.
“I’m so glad to be your omega...” Jensen whispers. “At first I was afraid but
now I know there was nothing to be afraid of. You’re the best Alpha I could
have dreamed of and I’ll live to make you happy and proud of me.”
Jared then rolls on his back and gets Jensen to turn around onto his knot so
they’re face to face and chest to chest as they kiss slow and deep for what
seems like hours, until Jared’s knot finally deflates. Jared doesn’t pull out
though, instead waits to get fully hard again before he thrusts up, making
Jensen moan deliciously. “I want you again,” he says.
“You have me. Forever,” Jensen answers. “But... Chances for impregnation from a
first mating, especially during a heat cycle, are really high... Do you want me
to take some contraceptive herbs? I’m sorry, I should have remembered to ask
earlier but I wasn’t thinking straight...”
“We’ll worry about that tomorrow. Now... Do you know what rimming is?”
“No,” Jensen answers coyly. “Teach me?”
Jared gladly does. He has the whole night to teach Jensen.
Their whole lives.
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