[Eugh, that's embarrassing. Getting so excited and impatient you semi-accidentally shift perceived reality to fuck a girl the way you wouldn't shut up about fucking her? Kinda cringe. F in chat.

At least she's not giving him shit about it. And her attempts to ground him do... actually work, funnily enough. Her hand in his hair, telling him to be here, calling him Omega? Yep, that gets him to focus up.

Not that he's going to reward her nice with his nice. That's not how this works, and he can feel that pathological urge to unconditionally dote on every girl who gives him positive attention creeping at the corners of his mind. He pushes it down and with it pushes her shoulders to the floor, the bottom half of her body propped up on her knees.]

Aww, see, you can be nice sometimes.

[He drapes his body over her back, and puts his hands on top of hers, threading his fingers between her own to pin her to the floor. His hips keep that same slow roll that they both like, though, and he lightly kisses the back of her shoulder. So that's nice.]

I won't complain if you call me Omega in bed more, though. And from me that's a generous offer.