07-23-2019, 09:10 AM
Elliot looked so defeated. He still wouldn’t meet his eyes and Alex’s heart just melted at the deep blush the omega was still sporting. He stepped through into the toilet, frowned at the foul smell within, and hugged Elliot tight. “my love, shh…. This isn’t a failure, it’s an accident only. And by definition, and accident is something no one had any control over.” He comforted his mate, pulling him to his chest and kissed his cheek.
There were tears welled up in Elliot’s eyes. Alex took that as a cue to start with the changing first, his mate could need a bit more time to get around the idea he’d just hopelessly soaked himself. He pulled the stretchy pants off Elliot’s hips, asking his mate to hold onto his shoulders while he removed the brief as well, pulling them off Elliot’s ankle at the same time.
What came next took Alex by surprise. He wasn’t sure what happened and also fell onto the floor, lucky his mate’s push on him wasn’t that hard at all. With his pants still only half-way up, he was throwing up in the basin, the retching sound continued for awhile. Alex quickly got to his side, being the support that he always was, holding loosely on his waist so Elliot had his chest to lean on when he was ready.
“Shh… why are you apologizing. This is just your body reacting to the situation. I’m sorry I couldn’t find a better toilet around the area…” Alex apologized as well holding his weakened omega closer. “And are you feeling alright? We could head out to get some fresh air… and rinse your mouth.” He reached down to pull up the pants for the rest of the way, lingering his palm on his bladder area for a bit. Not too surprisingly Elliot whimpered as he was again hit with the urge to go. The problem with late pregnancy was it become difficult for them to empty completely their bladder, leaving residue feeling of needing to go again. Alex gently moved Elliot towards the toilet, but this time instead of putting him down onto the seat, he simply held onot his prick and rubbed the soothing circles on his bladder. “Shh… just relax your pelvis. Let it go….” He muttered, helping Elliot empty the last of the content, before they emerged from the toilet.
Once out, with the dirtied draped over one arm, he helped Elliot sit back down onto the car, holding onto the open door, he pulled a bottle (full with water, not those empty ones) out and fed it to Elliot so he could rinse the foul taste out. “Feeling better?” he asked rubbing along Elliot’s back.
There were tears welled up in Elliot’s eyes. Alex took that as a cue to start with the changing first, his mate could need a bit more time to get around the idea he’d just hopelessly soaked himself. He pulled the stretchy pants off Elliot’s hips, asking his mate to hold onto his shoulders while he removed the brief as well, pulling them off Elliot’s ankle at the same time.
What came next took Alex by surprise. He wasn’t sure what happened and also fell onto the floor, lucky his mate’s push on him wasn’t that hard at all. With his pants still only half-way up, he was throwing up in the basin, the retching sound continued for awhile. Alex quickly got to his side, being the support that he always was, holding loosely on his waist so Elliot had his chest to lean on when he was ready.
“Shh… why are you apologizing. This is just your body reacting to the situation. I’m sorry I couldn’t find a better toilet around the area…” Alex apologized as well holding his weakened omega closer. “And are you feeling alright? We could head out to get some fresh air… and rinse your mouth.” He reached down to pull up the pants for the rest of the way, lingering his palm on his bladder area for a bit. Not too surprisingly Elliot whimpered as he was again hit with the urge to go. The problem with late pregnancy was it become difficult for them to empty completely their bladder, leaving residue feeling of needing to go again. Alex gently moved Elliot towards the toilet, but this time instead of putting him down onto the seat, he simply held onot his prick and rubbed the soothing circles on his bladder. “Shh… just relax your pelvis. Let it go….” He muttered, helping Elliot empty the last of the content, before they emerged from the toilet.
Once out, with the dirtied draped over one arm, he helped Elliot sit back down onto the car, holding onto the open door, he pulled a bottle (full with water, not those empty ones) out and fed it to Elliot so he could rinse the foul taste out. “Feeling better?” he asked rubbing along Elliot’s back.