“B-Blake,” Pember moaned, gripping his upper arms hard enough to leave crescent shaped indents in his flesh.
Blake tugged the robe off his shoulders, the silky material pooling at his feet and leaving him completely naked. Exposed. Pember whimpered when Blake’s fingers slid down his spine and into the curve of his arse, as he walked him back towards the sofa. Even the soft throw covering the cushions felt coarse against Pember’s oversensitive skin, and he squirmed as they sank down onto the seat.
Blake was over him, knees making the cushions dip as he knelt on the edge of the chair and peeled off his T-shirt. Pember’s hands were shaking, ghosting over Blake’s naked chest to map out the contours of his sternum.
Without warning, Blake dropped to his knees on the floor, hands wrapping around Pember’s hips to bring his pelvis to the edge of the seat. He kissed the tops of his thighs, worshipping him as he licked away the seed dribbling from his cock.
“Let me see,” Blake said, gently prying his knees apart.
Pember whined, a flood of embarrassment making his skin even hotter. “I-I have a?—”
As he spread his legs, Blake’s chest rumbled with a sound of approval when he saw the little silver plug nestled against hishole. Licking his lips he dipped his head, mouthing at Pember’s balls and kissing the delicate skin of his undercarriage.
Pember closed his eyes, head tipping back as he frantically reached for Blake’s soft hair. “A-ah!” he cried when Blake’s tongue nudged the plug, making it tug at his rim.
His graceful hands glided up the backs of Pember’s thighs, pushing them back until his knees were almost touching his chest. “Do you like that?” Blake said, voice silky. “Do you like it when I kiss your perfect little hole?”
“Mhm,” Pember moaned, gripping Blake’s hair.
He felt the alpha smile against his crease, the points of his canines grazing his skin.
“I-I like that too,” he moaned. “The biting.”
Blake growled, nipping his arse cheek before moving his mouth back to his hole. He pressed his lips to the round base of the plug, the tip of his tongue circling it before working its way underneath to pull and press it against his rim. Pember squirmed, back arching off the sofa.
He felt like a fucking demigod with the alpha on his knees, and he spread his thighs even wider to watch the shadows dance across the expanse of Blake’s shoulders.
Blake kissed his belly before wiping his mouth across the back of his thigh. “Does it vibrate?” he asked, voice thick with lust.
“N-not this one,” Pember stuttered, tipping his head back again when Blake sucked the head of his cock. “Upstairs… I have… Oh fuck… Take it… take it out. I want to feel you,” he whined.
Blake hummed around his cock, letting it slip from his mouth and slap against Pember’s stomach. “Are you sure?” he whispered, nose nudging through his pubic hair. “We don’t have to?—”
“Y-yes, please. Please take it out.”
Blake obliged, gently sliding two fingers behind the base. “Bear down,” he said, kissing Pember’s thighs before slowly easing it out.
Pember groaned as a gush of slick spilled out of him, coating his crease and Blake’s fingers. He felt empty as the plug clattered against the hardwood floor, disappearing somewhere under the sofa. Blake returned to his hole, hungrily kissing the ring of muscle as though it were his mouth.
Pember’s stomach dipped with each drag of Blake’s lips, toes curling every time the tip of his tongue breached his entrance. It was hot and soft, and when he glanced down, he found Blake watching him with predatory eyes.
“F-fingers,” Pember panted, prying Blake’s hand off his knee. “Use your fingers.”
Without a word, Blake slid a hand down his thigh and ran two fingers through the mess of fluids coating his crease. He caressed his rim, circling and teasing the muscle with his thumb before slowly pushing in. Pember keened, gripping the cushion behind his head.
Blake went straight in with his ring and middle fingers, the slipperiness of Pember’s slick making the penetration easier, numbing the initial sting like a topical burn cream.
“O-oh,” Pember whimpered, tilting his hips so he could feel every millimetre of Blake’s fingers. His knuckles stretched him slowly, almost lovingly, bumping his rim until there was barely any resistance at all.
His hole grew pliant, and soon Blake began alternating between two and three fingers, pushing the limits of Pember’s body and making him grit his teeth from the stretch. It made his legs shake, even more so when Blake’s fingers were joined by his tongue.
The sounds echoing around the room were absolutely obscene—licking, sucking, dripping, a chorus of sex noisespunctuated by Pember’s breathy moans. The balls of his feet pressed into Blake’s shoulder blades, dragging his face tighter against his arse. It was a wonder Blake could breathe, and he eventually pulled his mouth away with a lazy grin.
“You’re just as greedy as I remember, little legs.”
Pember flushed, detangling his hands from Blake’s hair and letting them slide to his chin. He gazed at Blake between his thighs, eyes heavy as he took in every detail of his face.
“I’m not sorry,” he said, finally catching his breath. “You’re just really good at it.”
