He tips his head back against Burr's shoulder. Glances back, as best he can. "Burr," he says, and he is quiet and liquid, and a sort of aimless kind of sad. "Take care of me. Please?" It isn't a use of his safeword, but it is a soft and sincere request. A quiet, slow unfurling.
He is not in love with Burr, no, he is not swept off his feet, but in this moment, he considers, for the first time, that he could open his heart. He is so vulnerable, even more so now that Burr knows what he carries. Burr has power; he could take the child from Alexander, if it was demonstrated in a court of law that he was the one who took Alexander at his last heat. And a part of Alexander, the agonized and angry and petty part of him, doesn't put it past Burr.
The rest of him considers trust. Considers giving the gift of himself, all of himself, and considers whether that gift would be cherished.
He takes a breath, and admits something that makes him feel the most vulnerable yet -- See, a heat is an uncontrollable reflex, urges that are obviously overwhelming. But this is something he has resisted, has only done as minimally as he can, has been fine without, an urge that is quintessentially omega and amounts to admitting that he's different now in more than just body. "I want to nest," he whispers. "Here." He is so scared of this, and scared of what Burr excites in him, and scared of his future. But the safety here... He wants to burrow in it.
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He is not in love with Burr, no, he is not swept off his feet, but in this moment, he considers, for the first time, that he could open his heart. He is so vulnerable, even more so now that Burr knows what he carries. Burr has power; he could take the child from Alexander, if it was demonstrated in a court of law that he was the one who took Alexander at his last heat. And a part of Alexander, the agonized and angry and petty part of him, doesn't put it past Burr.
The rest of him considers trust. Considers giving the gift of himself, all of himself, and considers whether that gift would be cherished.
He takes a breath, and admits something that makes him feel the most vulnerable yet -- See, a heat is an uncontrollable reflex, urges that are obviously overwhelming. But this is something he has resisted, has only done as minimally as he can, has been fine without, an urge that is quintessentially omega and amounts to admitting that he's different now in more than just body. "I want to nest," he whispers. "Here." He is so scared of this, and scared of what Burr excites in him, and scared of his future. But the safety here... He wants to burrow in it.