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Riddle should be cold. He wasn’t so brash that he could deny that he probably wasn’t in the correct head space for deep thinking right now; but Riddle was pretty sure that he was supposed to be cold right now considering just how high up in the air he was.
He didn’t have much chance to protest before he found himself in the air, the ground dizzingly far beneath him. When he asked Malleus to take him away from the rose gardens, Riddle had never imagined that Malleus would suddenly manifest a pair of wings and take off into the sky.
Riddle thought he should be scared. It was the logical emotion to feel.
He was sure he should be angry. His head was spinning too much for him to recall it, but he was almost certain there had to be a rule against dragons flying off with the Housewarden without anyone else's knowledge.
“Where are you taking me?” Riddle demanded. He knew he was being rude, but he was too preoccupied with internally debating the pros and cons of peeling his skin off to make sure his insides weren’t actually boiling themselves and they just felt like they were boiling themselves.
“You said you wished that I would ensure that no one else sees you in your current state, so I’m taking you to my personal chambers. No one would dare enter my chambers without my permission. My chamber should also be more than comfortable for you to rest while your heat passes,” Malleus responded.
Riddle’s eyes crinkled in confusion as he saw a glint in Malleus’s eye that he couldn’t decipher, but he was distracted by trying to figure out what it was by the hand in his hair.
Riddle felt like he was melting, but in a pleasant way; not the painful on fire kind of melting from before everywhere but in a relaxing sort of way. Riddle didn’t know how to feel as Malleus’ claws gently ran through his hair, the foreign sensation unmaking something deep inside his gut that he was too scared to question deeper.
Riddle wished he could think more clearly, he was sure he should be feeling something other than the bone-deep satisfaction he felt right now about his fellow housewarden taking Riddle to be alone with them in their bedroom.
Riddle wasn’t given much time to ponder before he found himself alighting down with Malleus into his bedroom.
Malleus’ bedroom was both what Riddle was expecting, and like nothing he had never anticipated before. The biggest surprise was the large dragon statute in the corner that looked to be currently in process and the strange tapestries on the wall.
Riddle found himself placed gently onto Malleus’ bed as Malleus continued to stare at him.
The bed was soft.
Riddle could feel himself sinking into the bed, instinctively relaxing as he picked up on Malleus’ scent covering the sheets. Riddle stared back at Malleus, the two not breaking eye contact as Malleus smothered Riddle under his blankets.
The two continued to stare back at each other, Riddle unable to tear his eyes away from Malleus’ green eyes. A small part of Riddle, the parts of the omega inside of him that he and his mother had yet to be able to squash, preened at the full attention of an alpha like Malleus directly on him. Riddle felt oddly content.
Well he did, until Malleus took his hands off of him to go close the window and the burning fire under his skin returned in full force. Riddle was angry; furious to the point that even he knew it was nonsensical and more heat-madness than anything else.
Despite all of the logical explanations his mind was trying to bring up, his emotions could only focus on the perceived rejection from the alpha. I mean, how dare Malleus stop touching him? Riddle didn’t give him permission to stop!
Riddle knew that the growls leaving his throat were not ones his mother would approve of, but Riddle didn’t care as he grabbed Malleus by his arm and tossed him back onto the bed. Riddle knew that Malleus was letting Riddle manhandle him. Riddle wasn’t that deluded that he thought he had suddenly gained some level of arm strength that he hadn’t had before. Riddle liked that Malleus was just shutting up and letting Riddle drag hill Malleus deserved it for taking his hand off of Riddle.
Shit. Riddle really should have just gone to Trey. He knew he was going to kill himself from embarrassment the second that his heat was over.
“You’re upset. Did I do something wrong? I apologize, I don’t know as much about omega heats as I should,” Malleus questioned, a hand reaching up to gently brush a lock of hair that was sticking to Riddle’s head out of Riddle’s face.
"Good," Riddle thought. Malleus should be touching him.
Malleus’s touch was like magic. It cooled his skin, easing the burning ache. His touch made him want to cry and laugh all at the same time.
“Just keep touching me. You’re not allowed to stop,” Riddle mumbled, half-mad with the burning want inside him that he hardly realized what he was doing before he was diving forward and capturing Malleus’s lips in his own.
Malleus’s eyes widened in surprise, but the alpha seemed to get the message as he returned the kiss.
It was messy and clumsy, the two clearly having no experience whatsoever. Riddle was demanding, giving Malleus no chance to breathe as Riddle shoved his tongue into Malleus’s mouth. Riddle sought out the cooling sensation that Malleus’ touch seemed to bring, seeking after it with all of the ferocity in his small frame.
Malleus didn’t seem to mind as Riddle consumed, didn’t even seem to notice with anything other than what Riddle vaguely recognized as pride as Riddle’s nails scraped against Malleus’ skull.
Anytime that Malleus tried to pull away to give Riddle a chance to breath, Riddle would just force Malleus’s mouth back onto his with enough force to leave scratch marks on Malleus’ face.
Malleus just stared at Riddle, letting the omega do as they pleased. Riddle would probably regret this latter, letting his first kiss go like this.
But right now?
Right now Riddle wondered if he needed to reconsider his opinion that Trey’s strawberry tarts were the best thing he had ever tasted as his tongue claimed Malleus’s mouth as his.