there always came a first time for everything.
“I apologize that you lost your consciousness amidst our lovemaking.”“What kind of monster is still that hard after a night gone by?”“Well, they didn’t call it ‘morning wood’ for nothing,”“The thing is,” Wriothesley tried to push his partner’s hips further only to be rewarded with an unpleasant discomfort. “Did you just knot me?”
He couldn’t (and wouldn’t) entirely blame Neuvillette because truly, he’d given the alpha full permission to do ‘whatever’ – and the ‘whatever’ they’d mutually agreed upon long before this morning had never led to this kind of chaos. Indeed, there always came a first time for everything.
Epilogue: so be it, let’s get married.