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Late one night in the dimly lit sanctuary of their shared hideout, Rick Grimes stirred from a fitful sleep, his body betraying him with unfamiliar waves of heat that coursed through his veins like a feverish storm. Having escaped the horrors of The Commonwealth a year prior, where he had endured the dehumanizing role of a slave, Rick had begun to rebuild his strength, but now, alone in the bathroom, he grappled with sensations that left him bewildered and vulnerable.
Rick leaned against the cool porcelain of the sink, his hands trembling as sweat beaded on his forehead and trickled down his flushed cheeks. His skin felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending alive with an insistent throb that centered in his chest and lower abdomen— his nipples, swollen and tender, ached with a dull, persistent pain that made him gasp with each shallow breath.
He glanced at his reflection in the mirror, his eyes wide with confusion and fear—why was his body reacting this way? A strange wetness gathered between his legs, soaking through his underwear in a way that embarrassed and terrified him, as if his very essence was unraveling without his consent. He pressed a hand to his stomach, trying to steady himself, but the pressure only amplified the building need, a deep-seated craving he couldn't name.
Memories of his time in captivity flashed through his mind—the starvation, the degradation—but this felt different, primal, like his body was awakening to something long suppressed.
Footsteps echoed in the hallway, and before Rick could stifle his whimpers, the door creaked open to reveal Negan, his tall frame filling the doorway with an aura of commanding presence. Negan's sharp eyes immediately took in the scene— Rick hunched over, his face a mask of distress, the air thick with an unmistakable scent that hit Negan like a punch to the gut. It was the sweet, heady aroma of an Omega in heat, something Negan hadn't expected from Rick, not after the toll of his enslavement.
“Shit, Rick," Negan said, his voice low and steady, devoid of its usual sarcasm as he stepped closer, "You’re in heat. It looks like all that good food and rest we've been getting has finally caught up with you—your body's decided it's time to play catch-up."
Rick's eyes filled with tears at Negan's words, the realization crashing over him like a wave. He had been so focused on survival that he hadn't considered this possibility, and the mention of his past trauma only deepened the wound—images of chains and forced labor flooded his mind, making him feel exposed and ashamed. "I—I don't understand," he choked out, his voice breaking as hot tears spilled down his cheeks, tracing paths through the flush on his skin. His body shuddered, the fever intensifying, and he wrapped his arms around himself, as if that could contain the overwhelming sensations.
Negan's expression softened, the hard lines of his face giving way to something almost tender as he closed the distance between them. He reached out, his calloused thumb gently wiping away the tears that streaked Rick's face, his touch careful, like he was handling something fragile.
“Hey, hey, none of that now," Negan murmured, his voice a soothing rumble that cut through Rick's panic. "I know it's scary as hell, especially after what you've been through, but you're not alone in this. I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere." He paused, his hand lingering on Rick's cheek, feeling the heat radiating from his skin, and in that moment, Negan felt a surge of protectiveness, an Alpha's instinct kicking in with fierce intensity.
Rick looked up at him, his blue eyes glassy with emotion, and the plea escaped his lips before he could stop it. "Negan, please... help me. I can't—I don't know how to make this stop." His voice was a whisper, raw and desperate, his body trembling as another wave of heat washed over him, making his knees weak.
Without hesitation, Negan slid his arms around Rick, lifting him effortlessly off the ground in a cradle hold that spoke of strength and care. Rick's head lolled against Negan's broad shoulder, the contact sending sparks through his oversensitive skin, and Negan pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, the gesture both comforting and possessive.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart," Negan promised, his words a vow as he carried Rick out of the bathroom and down the hall toward the bedroom. The world blurred for Rick in Negan's embrace, the Alpha's scent—a mix of leather and something wild—wrapping around him like a shield, easing the edge of his distress even as the heat built inside him.
As they entered the dimly lit bedroom, Negan laid Rick down on the bed with surprising gentleness, his eyes locked on Rick's flushed face. "I'm gonna take care of you, every step of the way.” Negan said, his voice firm yet laced with an undercurrent of desire that mirrored Rick's own turmoil. Rick reached out, his fingers clutching at Negan's shirt, a silent plea for the relief he so desperately needed.
Rick twisted restlessly on the bed, his fingers digging into the fabric of Negan’s as another surge of heat ripped through him, drawing a desperate plea from his lips.
“Negan, please, you have to help me," he gasped, his voice cracking with a raw vulnerability that made his body arch upward, seeking the Alpha's touch like a moth to flame. His skin was slick with sweat, a flush coloring his cheeks a deep crimson, and the air carried the heady, sweet scent of his Omega heat—ripe and intoxicating, pulling at Negan's senses with an almost magnetic force. He panted heavily, every breath a struggle against the throbbing in his core, his nipples tightening painfully as more slick escaped, soaking through his underwear and heightening his humiliation.
Negan stood for a brief moment, his gaze sweeping over Rick's form, a storm of concern and restrained hunger brewing in his dark eyes. "I will, Rick, I swear it.” he replied, his tone firm yet laced with a gentleness that belied his usual dominance, though he could feel his own body stirring in response to the pheromones flooding the room. He knew he had to prioritize Rick's needs over his own primal urges, so he turned swiftly, striding into the bathroom with purposeful steps, the door creaking softly behind him.
There, he rifled through the cabinets, his hands closing around a chilled bottle of water, its surface already beading with cool droplets, a soft towel that promised soothing relief, a bottle of lightly scented body lotion designed to ease inflamed skin, and a pack of gentle wipes to tenderly clean away the evidence of Rick's distress.
Returning to the bedroom, Negan set the items carefully on the nightstand, arranging them within arm's reach as if preparing for a delicate ritual. He sank onto the edge of the bed, the mattress shifting under his weight, and reached out to steady Rick with a hand on his shoulder, feeling the tremors that coursed through the Omega's frame.
Rick reacted instantly, his body curving toward Negan like a bowstring drawn taut, his panting breaths warm against the Alpha's skin, the flush on his cheeks deepening as he whispered fragmented pleas. The scent of his heat enveloped them both, a potent mix that made Negan's pulse quicken, but he forced himself to hold back, channeling his focus into care rather than conquest.
"Shh, just breathe, I've got you," Negan murmured, leaning over Rick to align their gazes, their eyes locking in a moment of profound intimacy that bridged the gap between them. He positioned himself above Rick without pressing down, allowing the Omega to feel his presence without overwhelming him, the heat from their bodies mingling in the narrow space.
Rick's shaking hands fumbled upward, grasping at Negan's shirt as another wave hit, his voice breaking into a desperate whisper. "Make it stop, Negan—it hurts, my nipples, everything, and I can feel more slick coming." He begged, his words tumbling out amid fresh tears that streaked his face, his hips shifting involuntarily as the sensation built to an unbearable peak.
Negan's chest tightened at the sight, his thumb brushing away the tears with a tenderness that surprised even him, the salt lingering on his skin as a reminder of Rick's suffering. "I know it's tearing you up, but I'm right here, and I'll handle every part of this." he promised again, his voice a low rumble that carried the weight of his commitment.
Leaning closer, he pressed a soft kiss to Rick's forehead, the contact lingering just long enough to convey reassurance, before shifting to capture his lips in a gentle embrace. The kiss started slow, exploratory and careful, giving Rick the space to respond at his own rhythm, their breaths syncing as the Omega tentatively pressed back.
Negan drew in a sharp breath, the powerful scent of Rick enveloping him like a living thing—tantalizing rose petals unfurling in the warmth, blended with the creamy sweetness of vanilla that made his head swim and his body tighten with an almost painful ache. His own cock stirred insistently in his pants, the fabric chafing against his growing hardness as Alpha urges clawed at his control, but he shoved them down, his jaw set in determination to prioritize the trembling man before him.
“You're safe with me, Rick," he whispered, his voice a low growl laced with barely contained need, as he gently brushed a tear-dampened strand of hair from Rick's forehead, the Omega's lashes still glistening from his earlier distress.
Rick lay there, his body a furnace of heat, every breath a shallow pant that amplified the intoxicating aroma filling the room.
Negan paused, his eyes tracing the flushed lines of Rick's form, the Omega's skin sheened with a fine layer of sweat that made the air feel heavy and charged. "Mind if I take this off?" he asked, his fingers hovering at the hem of Rick's shirt, seeking that crucial nod of consent with a tenderness that contrasted his rugged build. Rick's response was a faint, eager affirmation, his lips parting in a silent plea that sent a fresh wave of scent curling through the space, and Negan moved with deliberate care, lifting the shirt slowly over the Omega's head to unveil the soft hair adorning his chest, a light trail that caught the faint glow from the window and made Rick shiver involuntarily, his lashes fluttering with wet, emotional weight.
The exposure only heightened the moment, Rick's skin prickling with goosebumps as the cooler air met his feverish flesh, and Negan felt a surge of protectiveness mixed with raw hunger.
Leaning in, he pressed his lips to the curve of Rick's collarbone, trailing gentle kisses downward along the expanse of his chest, tasting the sweet dampness of his skin—a delicate blend of salt and that irresistible rose-vanilla essence that threatened to undo him. Rick arched beneath the attention, a soft gasp breaking from his throat as the sensations rippled through him, his hands reaching up to paw at Negan's dark hair, fingers twisting in the strands with a desperate urgency that spoke of his building need.
"Negan, p-please," he pleaded, his voice hoarse and broken, the words spilling out in a rush amid the haze of his heat, each touch stoking the fire within him further.
Negan halted his descent just above Rick's stomach, pulling back slightly to meet the Omega's gaze, his own eyes dark with restrained passion. "Shh, I've got you," he murmured, his tone a soothing rumble that vibrated against Rick's skin, before he captured one of the trembling fingers in a soft, lingering kiss, his lips brushing the digit with an intimacy that promised more. The gesture seemed to calm Rick momentarily, but it only fueled the undercurrent of desire, his hips shifting restlessly on the bed as he sought relief from the relentless ache.
With steady hands, Negan shifted his focus lower, hooking his fingers into the waistband of Rick's pants and underwear, sliding them down the Omega's feverish legs with careful precision, the fabric whispering against skin as it was removed to grant the comfort Rick so desperately craved.
Rick let out a grateful whine, his body relaxing into the bed as the restriction lifted, the sound a mix of relief and lingering want that echoed in the quiet room.
Almost immediately, the scent intensified, the rose petals and vanilla blooming fully now, wrapping around Negan in a heady embrace that drew a low, involuntary groan from his throat, his Alpha instincts surging forward in response to the biological call. He held himself back, though, his hands resting possessively on Rick's thighs, the tension in his muscles a silent testament to the battle within him.
Negan's hand drifted slowly along Rick's bare thigh, his fingers tracing the subtle tremors that coursed through the Omega's skin, a gentle rhythm meant to soothe and ground them both in the haze of lingering desire. Rick's body, exposed and vulnerable under the dim light filtering through the room's curtains, drew Negan's gaze like a magnet—the Alpha couldn't help but admire the way Rick's form curved with a quiet strength, his skin soft and inviting despite the faint scars that mapped out stories of survival, and the defined muscles in his arms that spoke of battles fought and won.
There was a raw beauty in Rick's nudity, a vulnerability that made Negan's chest tighten with a protective urge, his thumb rubbing small circles on the warm flesh to ease the Omega's shivers. "You're something else, darlin'." Negan murmured, his voice low and husky.
Rick's breath hitched at the touch, his body still hypersensitive from their earlier intensity, and he arched slightly into Negan's hand, seeking more of that steadying contact. The Alpha leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Rick's stomach in a series of soft, exploratory kisses that trailed upward along the curve of his side, each one deliberate and tender, as if Negan were mapping out the Omega's body with his mouth. The heady scent of roses and vanilla enveloped Negan and he inhaled deeply, letting it fill his senses.
It was addictive, this closeness, and Negan felt his own instincts stir again, not with the frantic urgency of before, but with a deeper, more possessive hunger that made his heart pound.
Pausing for a moment, Negan raised his head to meet Rick's eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation in the Omega's gaze. "Rick," he said softly, his hand stilling on the thigh it had been caressing, "Are you sure you're okay with this? We can stop, you can take a breath, whatever you need."
Rick's response was immediate, a small nod accompanied by a whimper that escaped his lips, his eyes wide and pleading, the clarity in them undeniable despite the fog of his heat. He reached up, his fingers brushing Negan's arm as if to anchor himself, and whispered, "Please, Negan, make it stop. I need... I need you to make it stop." The desperation in his voice tugged at something primal in Negan, a vow to protect and satisfy that overrode any lingering doubts.
Negan's expression softened, a mix of resolve and affection crossing his features as he leaned down to press another kiss, this one to the hollow of Rick's neck.
With that, he sat up slightly, his hands moving to the hem of his own shirt, pulling it over his head in one fluid motion and tossing it aside. The cool air hit his bare chest, revealing the broad expanse of tattooed skin, the dark hair that dusted his chest and stomach muscles, and the powerful lines of his arms that flexed with the movement.
Rick's eyes widened, fixed on the sight before him, a gasp slipping from his lips as he took in the Alpha's form—strong, commanding, everything he had craved in the depths of his heat. It wasn't just the physical allure—it was the promise of safety, of being cared for by someone who could match his strength and shield him from the world's chaos.
A shiver ran through Rick, not just from the remnants of his heat but from the overwhelming pull of Negan's presence, and he reached out instinctively, his hand trembling as it extended toward the Alpha's chest. His fingers hovered for a second, as if afraid to touch, before lightly grazing the warm skin, tracing the edge of a tattoo with a sense of wonder. Negan watched him, a small smile playing on his lips, his own hand capturing Rick's before it could retreat. He lifted it to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to the back of Rick's hand, his lips lingering there as he savored the contact.
"You're safe with me, Rick." Negan said, his voice steady and reassuring, the words wrapping around them like a promise in the dim room.
Rick's body was a furnace, his skin flushed and slick with the evidence of his unrelieved need, and Negan carefully parted the Omega's thighs, revealing the glistening trail of slick that smeared across the sheets in the low light. The sight hit him hard, Rick's entrance tight and so flushed, utterly soaked and inviting, its raw vulnerability almost shattering Negan's resolve as his own arousal pulsed insistently.
He drew in a sharp breath, his cock throbbing with the urge to claim, yet Negan reined himself in, knowing that this moment demanded patience to make sure Rick was taken care of properly. Rick, lost in the depths of his heat, didn't shy away, instead, he arched his hips and spread his thighs wider, exposing himself fully with a desperate, unguarded plea. "Negan, please," Rick gasped, his voice ragged and stripped of all pretense, his body trembling as he writhed, begging for the relief that only an Alpha could provide. "Make it stop—it's too much."
Negan's pulse raced at the raw need in Rick's eyes, the way his body laid bare its secrets, and he extended a hand, his fingers tracing gentle circles around the sensitive edge of Rick's eager entrance. The touch elicited an immediate response, Rick shuddering and bucking beneath him, his breaths coming in sharp, uneven gasps as pleasure rippled through his frame.
“You're a goddamn vision, darlin'," Negan murmured, his tone thick with admiration as he leaned in closer, the intoxicating scent of Rick's arousal filling his senses like a heady drug. "The way you smell, all that sweet, wild heat—it's fuckin' perfect, driving me wild in the best way."
Rick let out a low, involuntary whine at the praise, his Omega instincts flaring at the affirmation from the Alpha, fueling the fire that consumed him and making his body arch even more insistently. Emboldened by Rick's reaction, Negan dipped his head lower, his lips brushing softly along the curve of Rick's erect length, the contact drawing a sharp cry from the Omega as waves of sensation coursed through him. Negan's tongue followed, tracing a deliberate path that teased and explored, savoring the salt and warmth, each flick making Rick's hands clutch at the sheets in a bid for stability.
As Negan continued his descent, the rhythm of his movements grew more focused, his lips parting to gently lap at the slick around Rick's quivering entrance, the taste rich and overwhelming. He established a steady pace, his tongue delving with careful precision, circling and pressing just enough to heighten the intensity without pushing too far. Rick's responses were unrestrained, his pants turning to cries that echoed softly in the confined space, his hips shifting to meet each stroke as the pleasure built like a storm.
"P-please, don’t stop!" Rick begged, his voice breaking with urgency, his fingers tangling in Negan's hair as if to hold him in place. The room filled with the intimate sounds of their shared moment—the wet glide of Negan's efforts, Rick's labored breaths, and the occasional low rumble from the Alpha himself—all weaving together in a tapestry of surrender and desire.
Negan remained attuned to every nuance, his own restraint a tightrope he walked carefully, pulling back fractionally when Rick's tremors threatened to overwhelm him, only to return with renewed tenderness.
Negan's hands moved with unyielding purpose, gripping Rick's hips as he positioned himself lower, his breath hot against the Omega's exposed skin. He delved deeper with his tongue, licking Rick's entrance with a fervent hunger, savoring the sweet, slick wetness that coated his lips and fueled his desires. Rick's body responded instantly, a sharp cry escaping his throat as his chest heaved wildly, his legs trembling under the onslaught of overwhelming sensations. Negan pulled Rick's cheeks apart further, granting himself unfettered access, his own breaths coming in ragged gasps as he lost himself in the act.
Rick's cries grew more desperate, each one laced with a raw edge that filled the dim room, his hands reaching down to tangle roughly in Negan's hair, tugging with an urgency that only spurred the Alpha on. Negan slid one finger deep inside, feeling the supple, quivering walls clench around him, the heat and wetness a testament to Rick's readiness. He thrust slowly, matching the rhythm of his tongue's insistent movements, building a steady wave of pleasure that made Rick's body arch and writhe beneath him. The taste, the feel—it all intertwined, driving Negan wild, yet he fought against his primal instincts, the Alpha in him roaring to claim and dominate without restraint.
Pausing for a moment, Negan lifted his head just enough to lock eyes with Rick, his voice a low, gravelly whisper amid the haze of their shared heat. "Baby, you're so damn wet, so ready for me, but I need to hear it straight—you really want this?" Rick nodded shakily, his breathing uneven and labored, his trust in Negan shining through the vulnerability in his gaze.
Negan felt a surge of possessiveness, but he tempered it with care, murmuring softly, "I won't hurt you, my sweet Omega. I'll make this good for you."
With that promise hanging in the air, Negan returned to his task, his finger plunging deeper in sync with the swirl of his tongue, drawing out gasps and moans that echoed like a private storm.
Rick's body opened further, slick dripping freely, his hands now gripping Negan's hair tighter as if to anchor himself against the tide of ecstasy. The room seemed to pulse with their rhythm, the faint creaks of the old structure outside fading into oblivion. Negan reveled in the power of Rick's surrender, the way the Omega's legs quivered and his cries turned into breathless pleas, each sound a victory to his ears.
As the intensity built, Negan could sense the shift in Rick, the way his body relaxed into the pleasure while still holding onto that core of trust, a balance that made the moment feel both tender and ferocious. He varied his pace, thrusting his finger with deliberate slowness at times, then quickening to match the flicks of his tongue, exploring every inch with both dominance and reverence. Rick's responses were electric, his hips buckling upwards involuntarily, his skin flushed and slick with sweat, the air thick with the scent of their arousal. Negan pushed further, feeling the quivers inside Rick intensify, knowing he was teetering on the edge, but he continued his exploration, ensuring every movement brought Rick closer to the brink without crossing into pain.
Negan's hands glided over Rick's hips with a warm, insistent rub, his touch both soothing and urging as he leaned in close. "It'll feel better if you get on your knees, sweet thing.” He promised, his voice a husky whisper that carried the weight of his experience and the raw edge of his desire. Rick managed a nod, his body seized by the relentless waves of heat that wracked him, making every shift a battle against the fire burning within. He gritted his teeth, sweat slicking his skin as he tried to maneuver, his limbs heavy and uncooperative under the onslaught of his Omega instincts.
Negan didn't hesitate, his strong arms wrapping around Rick to guide him upward, ensuring the movement was gentle and precise, always mindful of the Omega's fragile state. He positioned Rick carefully on his knees, his hands lingering to adjust and support, making sure every angle was comfortable amid the haze of need.
“I've got you, honey.” Negan murmured, his breath warm against Rick's neck, a promise of stability in the midst of turmoil. Rick trembled uncontrollably, his body writhing with involuntary spasms as the heat intensified, coiling tighter in his core.
Desperation spilled from his lips in broken pleas, "Negan, please... I need it.” He pleaded, his voice a ragged whisper that echoed the depth of his yearning, his fingers digging into the cold floor for some semblance of control.
Negan's hand pressed firmly against Rick's lower back, a steady anchor that felt the violent tremors coursing through the Omega's frame, each quiver a stark reminder of the bond that tied them. "Shh, I need you to relax." He soothed, his tone low and calming, though it did little to mask the undercurrent of his own mounting urgency. With deliberate care, Negan reached down to his pants, the zipper's sharp release cutting through the tense silence as he freed his aching length, the fabric parting just enough to let it spring forth. He was rock-hard and leaking, his Alpha biology ignited by the sweet, tempting scent radiating from Rick, that intoxicating aroma wrapping around him like a vice, stirring the primal instincts he fought to restrain.
Stifling a possessive groan that threatened to escape his throat, Negan positioned himself behind Rick, his eyes drawn inexorably to the exposed sight before him—the Omega's delicate hole, still slick and clenching with eager anticipation.
“Fuck, Look at you," Negan breathed, his voice thick with admiration and restraint, as he took in the raw beauty of Rick's form, every twitch and pulse a siren call to his senses. “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby.” He moved closer, the tip of his cock brushing and then pressing slowly against the waiting heat, thrusting with careful, teasing motions that stopped just short of full entry.
Rick responded with a loud, unrestrained whine, his body arching back instinctively, the sound reverberating off the warehouse walls as his eagerness to be claimed overtook him. The friction built a torturous pleasure, each gentle thrust sending shockwaves through them both, heightening the tension without granting release. Negan's free hand roamed along Rick's side, his fingers tracing the lines of muscle and sweat-slicked skin. The Omega's breaths came in sharp, uneven gasps, his pleas dissolving into incoherent murmurs as the sensations overwhelmed him, the heat in his body finding a fragile counterpoint in Negan's controlled advances.
Rick's pulse quickened, his Omega instincts stirring once more with an insistent pull, overriding the lingering tension from the outside world. Negan hesitated briefly, his eyes locking onto Rick's in the faint light, a silent question hanging between them. "You're ready for this, aren't you?" Negan asked, his voice a deep, gravelly whisper that sent shivers through Rick, who nodded firmly, his hands clutching at the sheets.
Positioning himself carefully, Negan pressed forward, anticipating the resistance that often came with such moments, but Rick's body easily submitted to him—slick and stretching from the depths of his heat. With one fluid, effortless glide, Negan entered him fully, the wet heat enveloping his thick length in a seamless rush that drew a sharp, trembling cry from Rick's lips— "Yes!” The word escaped as a raw, quaking affirmation, echoing softly in the enclosed space, binding them together in an instant of profound unity.
Negan let out a guttural groan, the sensation of Rick's inner walls gripping his heavy cock like a warm, living embrace, their bodies now fused in a rhythm that felt both primal and inevitable.
He reached for Rick's hand, lacing their fingers tightly to offer a anchor of safety amid the rising storm of sensations, and began to move with deliberate thrusts. Their bodies fell into perfect sync almost immediately, Rick's hips rising to meet each powerful stroke, his pleas for more reverberating through the air like desperate echoes. Negan's deep groans, low and resonant, fueled the frantic beat of Rick's heart, each sound amplifying the intensity that coursed between them. Rick's face flushed a deep crimson, his cheeks burning as he lifted his head from the pillow, his breaths coming in harsh, ragged pants that betrayed his overwhelming need.
Every inch of Negan was palpable to Rick—the scent of his skin, the ripple of corded muscles beneath his touch, the steady thrum of his heartbeat syncing with his own—as if the Alpha's essence had infiltrated his very core. His Omega nature hummed with exhilaration, every nerve alive with the electric thrill of their connection, pushing him deeper into the haze of pleasure.
Negan leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Rick's ear as he whispered praises, his voice laced with raw admiration. "You're so goddamn beautiful like this, Rick, every inch of you perfect and strong," he murmured, his thrusts growing quicker, more urgent, driven by an insatiable hunger that matched Rick's own.
Rick arched his back, his cries growing louder and more insistent, each one a testament to the way Negan's presence dominated and cherished him all at once. Negan's free arm wrapped around Rick's waist, pulling him tighter, their movements a harmonious dance that built with mounting fervor. The air thickened with the scent of their exertion, sweat-slicked skin sliding against skin, as Rick felt himself surrendering fully, his body responding with an instinctive fervor.
Negan's pace intensified, his hips snapping forward with increasing impatience, yet never losing the undercurrent of care that made each thrust feel like a promise. "That's it, sweetheart, you’re taking me so damn well.” He encouraged, his words a husky blend of command and affection that sent ripples of heat through Rick's veins.
Negan's grip tightened around Rick's waist, hauling him upward until the Omega's back pressed firmly against his chest, their bodies aligning in a raw, urgent rhythm. With his strength, Negan began to bounce Rick in his lap, each upward thrust driving deeper and eliciting a flood of pleasure that made Rick's head spin, his heat consuming every rational thought. "More!” Rick gasped, his voice ragged and pleading, utterly surrendered to the overwhelming waves crashing through him as he arched back, craving the friction and fullness that only Negan could provide.
Negan buried his face in the curve of Rick's neck, his lips claiming the damp skin with fervent kisses that traced the taut muscles and pulsed veins. The scent of rose petals and vanilla enveloped him, a heady aroma that made Negan's blood roar with primal hunger, stirring an instinct to mark and possess. He lingered near the mating gland, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh just enough to tease, the temptation to bite and seal their bond almost overwhelming. But Negan resisted, pulling back with a low growl, knowing the world outside demanded caution, instead, he shifted his focus lower, his hand sliding around Rick's front to grasp the Omega's throbbing cock. It was already weeping copiously, the slick fluid coating Negan's fingers in a warm, messy glide that heightened his oncoming orgasm.
Rick's body jerked at the contact, a sharp intake of breath turning into a near-wail as Negan matched the strokes of his hand to the relentless pace of his thrusts, building a symphony of sensation that left the Omega teetering on the brink. "Fuck, yes—don't stop!" Rick begged, his fingers digging into Negan's arms for leverage, every nerve alight with ecstasy as he rode the edge of release.
Negan reveled in the control, his other hand wrapping gently around Rick's neck, a subtle assertion of power that held no malice, only a tender dominance that made Rick's pulse race faster. He tilted Rick's head back, capturing his lips in a searing kiss, their tongues tangling as breaths mingled in the heated air, the kiss deepening the connection and muffling Rick's desperate moans.
With calculated precision, Negan adjusted his angle, driving his cock deeper to strike that hidden spot deep inside Rick, the firm pressure against his prostate sending shockwaves through the Omega's core. Rick's muscles clenched tightly around him, his body locking in a vise of pleasure that built to an unbearable peak, until finally, he shattered, his release spilling in hot, wet pulses across his stomach and Negan's hand.
Negan didn't relent, his fingers working through the afterglow with steady, soothing strokes, drawing out every tremor and sigh as Rick slumped against him, spent and sated. "You're incredible, Rick," Negan murmured, his voice a soft caress laced with genuine warmth, praising the way the Omega had given himself over so completely, "Taking me like that, so eager and strong—it's everything I need."
Negan held firm, his hand gripping Rick's hip as he thrust deeper one final time, ensuring the Omega was fully filled before letting go in a powerful surge that filled him with his cum. Rick's body arched in response, a loud whine escaping his lips as tremors rippled through him, his frame quaking with the overwhelming rush of sensation that left him utterly spent.
Gently, Negan lowered Rick back onto the soft bed, his movements careful to avoid any sudden jolt that might distress the vulnerable Omega. As Negan eased himself out, Rick's stretched, wet hole fluttered at the abrupt emptiness, drawing a low, primal groan from the Alpha that reverberated in the quiet space— the temptation to lean in and taste the evidence of their bond flared hot in Negan's mind, but he held back, acutely aware of how fragile Rick was in the depths of his heat, his instincts screaming for restraint over indulgence.
Rick curled into himself on the bed, drawing his knees up as a shiver coursed through his body, seeking solace in the familiar texture of the linens that wrapped around him like a protective cocoon. Negan paused for a moment, his chest heaving with the afterglow, his eyes tracing the curve of Rick's form with tenderness that softened his usual edge. Reaching for the sensitive skin wipes on the nightstand, Negan moved with deliberate care, starting at Rick's back where beads of sweat still lingered on the taut muscles. His strong hands glided over the skin in slow, soothing strokes, the cool wipes erasing the traces of their exertion and easing the tension that had built up, drawing a soft, contented sigh from Rick.
Negan's fingers worked methodically, tracing the ridges of Rick's spine, each pass of the wipe gentle yet thorough, as if he were mapping out the Omega's body anew. He shifted his attention to Rick's legs next, his palms smoothing over the firm contours, the wipes moving in rhythmic circles to clean away the stickiness without causing any discomfort. Rick's sighs grew a little deeper with each touch, his body relaxing further under Negan's attentive care, the Omega's trust evident in the way he melted into the sensations.
Finally, Negan focused on the area between Rick's thighs, handling it with the utmost delicacy to avoid any sting, his movements slow and intentional as he wiped in careful movements, clearing the remnants of their passion while eliciting another gentle exhale from Rick that spoke of quiet relief and lingering intimacy.
Once he was satisfied, Negan set the wipes aside and picked up the calming lotion from the nightstand, its faint herbal scent cutting through the warehouse's musty air like a breath of fresh wilderness. He warmed the lotion between his hands, letting the heat seep into his palms before applying it to Rick's skin, starting with the Omega's back in broad, kneading strokes that worked the soothing balm deep into the muscles. Rick's body responded almost immediately, a low, purring hum vibrating from his throat as the lotion absorbed, easing any residual aches and leaving a cool, comforting layer in its wake. Negan continued downward, rubbing the lotion into Rick's legs with tender pressure, his thumbs pressing into the knots that had formed during their encounter, drawing out soft sounds of contentment that made the Alpha's heart swell with a fierce protectiveness.
As he finished, Negan's hands lingered on Rick's sides, who shifted slightly, his fingers reaching up to paw lightly at Negan's chest in a gesture of unspoken affection. Negan shifted, reaching over to grab the bottle of cold water, the cool condensation slick against his palm as he carefully lifted Rick's head. "Come on honey, drink this.” Negan urged softly. Rick, still bare and glistening with the remnants of his heat, opened his mouth slightly, allowing Negan to tip the bottle just enough for the refreshing liquid to trickle in, sip by sip, easing the dryness that clung to his throat.
The cold water cascaded down Rick's throat like a soothing stream, quenching his thirst and washing away the last embers of the intense fire that had consumed him. As the fluid settled in his stomach, a wave of lightness enveloped him, his body finally releasing the grip of the heat that had gripped him so fiercely. "Thank you.” Rick murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, fragile and sincere, as a sense of relief spread through him, making his limbs feel almost buoyant against the mattress.
Still nude, Rick instinctively curled himself into a tight ball on the soft bed, drawing his knees up to his chest in a protective gesture that spoke of his lingering vulnerability. Negan set the empty bottle aside, his eyes tracing the lines of Rick's form with a reverence he hadn't anticipated, appreciating the raw strength that persisted even in this moment of exposure. He reached for a knitted blanket, its faded patterns soft under his fingers, and gently pulled it over Rick, tucking it around him until every inch was covered, hoping the warmth would steady his nerves and bring a measure of peace.
Negan's hand moved to Rick's forehead, sweeping back the damp curls that framed his face in a tender, deliberate motion, his touch lingering just long enough to convey a depth of care. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Rick's forehead, a simple act that felt both instinctive and profound. Rick responded with a needy purr, his cheeks flushing to a delicate pink as he leaned into the affection, his body relaxing under the blanket's embrace.
As Rick's eyes grew heavy, his breathing evening out into the rhythm of sleep, Negan shifted to sit beside him on the edge of the mattress, his presence silent in the dim light. He watched over Rick for a few moments and allowed himself to reflect on the Omega's resilience, knowing how difficult it must be for someone like Rick to place his trust in an Alpha, especially one with a past as shadowed as his own. Negan hoped that when Rick awoke, he'd feel stronger, more grounded, especially with the prospect of reuniting with his family and friends in just a few days, who could offer the support and normalcy he so desperately needed.
Negan sat back, his eyes fixed on Rick's peaceful form beneath the frayed blanket. The air was thick with the scent of earth, but it was Rick's unique aroma that pierced through, a heady blend of warmth and wildness that ignited something deep within Negan's core. He shifted silently, his breath coming in shallow draws as he leaned closer, drawn inexorably to the exposed curve of Rick's neck, where the skin pulsed with a steady, inviting rhythm.
The Alpha in him surged forward, an ancient drive to protect and possess taking hold, and Negan gave in just enough to press his face nearer, inhaling deeply at the warm hollow there. That sweet, intoxicating scent filled his lungs, Rick's essence that made Negan's blood race and his senses sharpen, as if it were a drug tailored solely for him.
He knew he was treading dangerous ground, Rick would likely recoil shyly if he was awake. Yet, the urge was too powerful to ignore, a protective fervor that masked a deeper, more selfish desire. Negan moved with deliberate care, his lips brushing lightly against the skin as he sniffed again, savoring the way the aroma wrapped around him like a vice. It drove him wild—Rick's soft skin and how he let Negan help him through his heat. In that moment, Negan's instincts screamed for him to claim, to mark, but he held back, channeling the impulse into something gentler.
Making sure not to disturb Rick's rest, Negan let his tongue flick out in a soft, exploratory lick across the warm flesh, tracing the line of the unclaimed mating gland with exquisite care. The taste was electric, a sweetness that sent a shiver through his body, heightening the protective haze that clouded his thoughts. He paused, listening for any sign of awakening—a shift in breathing, a murmur—but Rick remained still, his face serene in the low light. The act felt essential, a way to affirm his role as guardian without crossing into territory that could shatter Rick’s trust in him. Negan lingered there, the gland's allure pulling at him, tempting him to push further, but he resisted, knowing full well that Rick would never consent to such vulnerability in the light of day.
Still, the thought was enticing, a fantasy that played out in Negan's mind as he withdrew slightly, only to lean in once more. He licked again, a final, gentle swipe over that sensitive spot, his nose brushing against Rick's skin as he sniffed deeply one last time, imprinting the scent into his memory. It was a nuzzle of sorts, a soft press of his cheek against the hollow, born from the Alpha's need to shield and cherish. The gesture left Negan buzzing with unspent energy, his body aching with the restraint.
The feeling stirred something deeper within Negan, his heart pounding with a sudden, undeniable force as the truth crystallized in his mind— he was falling in love with Rick.
It hit him like a quiet storm, a mix of exhilaration and uncertainty that made his chest tighten, yet he pushed the emotion aside for now, focusing on the immediate task of keeping watch.