Luan had barely had a moment to parse his alpha's words before, with a gentle flex of warm fingers on his chin, his head was tilted to the side and his neck bared. The first thing he felt on that sensitive, precious skin was the faintest brush of soft lips, the warm puff of his mate's breath against rarely-touch nerves. And before more than a breathy gasp could escape his own lips, Finn was latching onto the vulnerable skin more firmly, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the curve of Luan's neck, until he reached that tender, aching gland where neck met shoulder, and paused with a shaky inhale of his own. 

"Fi-," Luan began in a barely-there voice, but was cut off at the first warm, deliciously wet draw of his mate's tongue across the sensitive flesh. His back arched with a terribly loud, embarrassingly desperate moan as a wracking, nerve-tingling shiver traced the length of his body, a sound the alpha responded to with a satisfied growl before repeating the action. 

Luan had never known a touch could feel as dizzyingly, frantically wonderful as that. That a simple brush of a tongue could have his spine stiffening-- that a touch to his neck could send tingling pleasure all the way to the very tips of his toes and have him silently begging for more. And his mate wasted no time in happily obliging as if Luan had spoken the silent plea, laving over the gland, kissing and licking and sucking, until Luan was panting with need. Until his pheromones filled the room in a thick, sweet fog that dizzied his alpha, rising a panting to his lips to match Luan's own. 

And with one final, damningly, devastatingly, arousing graze of his teeth against the sensitive skin, Finn continued down Luan's body, ignoring the high-pitched, protesting whine of his mate as he trailed heated, open-mouthed kisses along the omega's collarbones, tracking a path down his chest with every lingering peck. 

His hand traced along Luan's side in a sweeping, soothing caress as his lips covered every inch of the sweet, heated skin he could reach. But when his hand drifted closer, when the tip of his thumb traced over the puckered tip of one brown nipple, a whimpering moan escaped the omega an instant before he stiffened. A display that had his mate going still and casting a look through his lashes only to find Luan with his cheeks aflame and widened eyes adverted, both hands clasped over his mouth as if he could take back the sound, as if he could make it so that it had never escaped those beautiful, plush lips to begin with. 

An idea Finn found some buried, snarling part of him inexplicably, bafflingly irritated by. He could not quite control himself as he pulled away from that sweet skin, and pulled his mate's hands gently from his face, pinning them above their heads with one hand twined about his wrists. 

He tilted Luan's chin up with the other, giving his mate a sharp smile as he growled, "Don't hide from me. Don't muffle those beautiful, wonderful sounds. I want to see you. I want to hear you. Do not deprive me of the gift of witnessing you fall apart beneath me." 

Finn’s words had the omega's eyes going wider still, but Luan wasn't given the chance to reply before Finn was swooping down to take his mouth in a rough, bruising sort of kiss. Their teeth clashed, Luan melting beneath his mate, eyes fluttering shut as his pinned hands clenched about nothing. And the second brush of Finn's calloused, rough finger against the budded tip of his nipple had his brows crumpling and a moan slipping from his lips only to be consumed by his mate's, swallowed whole as if the noise had been Finn’s all along.

But it was nothing compared to the desperate, wild sort of sound that escaped him when Finn shifted, and his knee filled the space between Luan's thighs, hitting just right. Giving blessed, dizzying friction to the aching soreness consuming him. 

Luan whimpered out a frantic, nearly rabid sort of sound as Finn's knee shifted anew in the same moment as he pinched Luan's nipple between thumb and forefinger. 

Luan shuddered, pulling from that rough, consuming kiss as his head fell back, fingers clenching hard, and a long, low moan fell from his parted lips. Only to be met by a groan of Finn's own in response, and the hot, wet embrace of his mouth closing over the puckered point he'd not yet attended to. 

The omega jolted, hips thrusting against Finn's thigh as he startled, and a more frenzied, more needy sort of sound escaped him-- one that nearly dizzied his mate with the speed at which his cock found a way to somehow harden further. 

Finn shuddered, tongue laving and teeth scraping that sensitive peak as his eyes nearly rolled back, darkened with a fervor. He decided, as his mate writhed beneath him, that he was very well going to lose his mind, going to beg at the omega's feet until the end of his days just for the chance to have his skin against his own. 

And as his mate's hips swayed again with a breathy moan, Finn decided he was going to go mad and rabid if he wasn't able to soon sink into the warm, wet heat that taunted him, soaking into the fabric of his scrub pants. If he were not able to fill his mate and free them both of this aching, heated madness that consumed them, he thought he very well may just expire then and there. 

He released Luan's nipple with a wet pop, trailing his fingers up his mate's side as he rose to peck another kiss onto parted, panting lips. His fingers relinquished their hold on Luan's wrists, trailing down his arms only to pause as they stuttered over gauze and tape, the sensation slicing clean through that heated haze for a beat. Through the chaos, Finn realized he had forgotten to ask what had happened to cause his mate's presence in the hospital, and he wasn't quite sure the urging insistence of instinct would allow him to then. So instead, he filed it away in the back of his mind, gently caressing the backs of his fingers over the cotton, before he took his mate's arm in hand, and lifted the bandaged wound to his lips.

A gentle, barely-there barrage of kisses against that gauze-clad skin drew Luan's heat-clouded gaze. And he nearly melted into a puddle of adoration at the sight that met him-- his alpha so tenderly holding his arm, so gentle against the wound he didn't even know the extent of, brows bent as his lips pressed. The smile that curved Luan's lips was one he had no hope of containing, sweet and dripping and adoring, as he reached for Finn's face with his free hand, cupping that feverish, strong jaw in his palm. 

"I'm okay, Finn," Luan assured him, gently tugging his arm until Finn relinquished it, and pulling the alpha down for a soft, sweet kiss unlike the utter consumption they'd collided into before. Finn melted into the embrace, pressing tender, loving peck after peck to Luan's lips. 

"Yeah?" he murmured into his mate's mouth, gently tracing the plump curve of that full lower lip with his tongue before tugging it carefully with sharp teeth. 

Luan was practically purring, melted into his mate's touch as he softly said, "Yeah. So don't stop. I'm okay, I'm yours. Keep going." 

And as if he thought his alpha needed more encouragement, he pressed his hips up into Finn's, hard cocks grinding, and moaned out that sweet sound once more. Finn shuddered in his embrace, fingers clawing at the dark sheets as he fought to subdue the dizzying surge of heated instinct that consumed him. 

A fight he lost as, as gently as he could manage, he detangled himself from his mate's embrace, and pinned the omega to the bed with one, firm hand, as his trail of kisses continued their frenzied path downwards. 

Luan could only writhe beneath his mate, whimpering moans barely contained, as he watched Finn's trailing affection, pressing kisses anywhere the alpha's heated lips could reach. 

Teeth and tongue traced the bulging curves of his omega's visible rib cage, as the faint, more rational part of his mind swore to ensure his mate would be well-fed and happy going forward. His tongue traced the indent of Luan's navel, growling with satisfaction as his mate released a breathy groan, hands filling with the curves of his waist as he pulled the omega closer, fully intending to nuzzle, to play. 

That was until his lips drifted a fraction lower, approaching the low-slung waistband of Luan's jeans, and the first whiff of that dizzyingly sweet, thickly heated scent filled his nose. He took a second, shuddering inhale, glazed eyes rolling back as his spine trembled, and the wolf within him snarled at its source. 

Before Finn could even consciously decide to move, he was pulling from his mate with a growl, only to drop to his knees beside the bed hard enough that some faint part of him realized should have sung through his joints. Yet it was too far away, too buried beneath that heated need, to even register. Instead, strong hands unclasped the button of his mate's jeans, shucking the wet fabric down those trembling legs, barely able to recognize the gasp that parted those full lips in response. A gasp that turned into a whimper when Finn growled at what met him beneath that shed denim-- he hadn't even removed Luan's underwear yet and he could tell the omega was wet, absolutely soaked with slick, a realization that dizzied him further.

He couldn't quell the desire to slip his hands beneath the dripping fabric, to cup the curve of his mate's full, delectable ass in hand and squeeze. Luan jolted, a gasping whimper falling from panting lips, and it only encouraged the addled alpha further. 

His hands released that tempting ass and slipped from soaking fabric only to take the waistband in hand and shuck them down Luan's legs as he had done with his jeans. He'd barely tossed the underwear aside before he was reaching for his mate's inner thighs, cupping each one in a heated palm and pressing them apart with a gentle shove. 

But as that dazed, golden gaze filled with the sight of his omega's dripping, soaking hole, Finn could only stare, a frenzied panting shaking his body. 

As a growl began to build.