“I-It’s not—it’s not like yours, Lucas,” he whispered, words catching in his throat as the alpha stroked a thumb along the base of his cock.
“Reed, nothing is like mine.”
As if to prove its point, the alpha’s cock pressed into his crease, sending a rush of warmth to Oliver’s lower back. It was as though Lucas could sense his need as he nuzzled into the crook of his neck, tasting his rain soaked skin.
“Your scent,” he whispered, “I want it.”
Oliver mewled, rocking forward, hips pushing back as he leant up on the balls of his feet. The alpha followed, curling his body around him, silently telling him that there was no escape. But Oliver didn’t want to escape. He wanted to feel, wanted to fuck, wanted to be taken repeatedly.
“Patience, little sigma,” Lucas purred, taking Oliver’s cock fully in his hand. Pressing his thumb along Oliver’s slit, he drew his foreskin back in one smooth movement. Clear seed spilled over the tip, dribbling down Lucas’ fingers as he stroked him long and slow.
“Is this your little knot, Reed?” Lucas said, circling his thumb and forefinger around the base of his shaft.
“Y-Yes,” Oliver moaned, face burning with equal parts embarrassment and desire.
Lucas grinned against his cheek. “It’s adorable.”
Oliver huffed, but it quickly turned to a whimper as Lucas massaged his knot between his fingers. The sensation was unreal, drawing long rolling waves of leg-shaking pleasure that rippled from his very core.
“Ah—alpha,” Oliver moaned, as his hand slipped back to tangle in Lucas’ hair. Lucas nipped his earlobe, then his chin, before finally kissing his way into Oliver’s mouth. Their tongues pressed together, sweeping and tasting and lapping across each other.
“I want to leave a mark on you,” Lucas whispered, lips slipping from Oliver’s mouth and brushing over the scent gland.
“L-Lucas… Lucas,” Oliver moaned, over and over as the alpha stroked his length and sucked love-bites across the surface of his skin. He could have flayed open his throat with those fangs, but the bites were soft, and affectionate.
“Do you want me to take you, Reed? Right here in your kitchen?”
“Y-Yes,” he whined, toes curling against the glossy floor tiles.
“Then could you do something for me? Could you let me hear that filthy mouth as you come from my hand?”
Then it was Oliver who growled. “You’re so fucking greedy,” he said between clenched teeth.
Lucas grinned, rocking their bodies back as his hand clasped tighter around Oliver’s throat. “I just love to see you suffer, Reed.”
“Stop fucking teasing me,” he hissed back.
Lucas hummed and something in him snapped, the last thread of dignity that held his sex-fuddled mind together. His tiny knot pulsed under Lucas’ fingers, his balls growing so tight it was almost painful. Every hair prickled on the back of his neck, and he pushed up onto the balls of his feet as wave after wave of his seed splashed onto his stomach and into Lucas’ hand. A string of expletives left his mouth, the words rolling into a jumble of wanton moans.
His inner thighs were wet and trembling as Lucas held him, powerful arms keeping him upright, keeping him safe. “Reed… Reed… Oliver… Ollie,” Lucas panted against his skin, the heat of his breath like an inferno.
The air was thick with the smell of sex, and Oliver wanted nothing more than to drag the alpha into his nest and fuck him senseless. He twisted in his grip, throwing his arms around Lucas’ neck. Their mouths smashed together in a furious torrent of rough, hungry kisses, Lucas practically bending Oliver backwards over the kitchen counter.
Then the alpha’s phone rang. They ignored it at first, each focused on shedding their clothing as quickly as possible. Then it rang again. And again. Then Oliver’s phone began to ring too.
With his mouth still half clamped around Oliver’s nipple, Lucas brought the phone up to his face. Squinting at the screen, Oliver stuttered, “I-It’s Inspector Callahan.” The name was like acold rush of ice water being tipped over his libido. “Oh no, now Blake’s calling,” he moaned, reluctantly pressing the phone to his ear.
“Ollie?” DS Smith said.
“Y-Yes?” He replied, slapping Lucas’ arm as he tugged at his pyjamas.
“What are you doing right now?”
The colour drained from this face, his cock practically shrivelling at the thought of his supervisor somehow knowing he was two minutes away from being fucked into the next century.
“I-I, I’m… I’m knitting?”
Lucas’ head snapped up, smirking as he gave Oliver a look that said‘Knitting?’ He could have said anything, and that’s what his big detective brain came up with.
