“Who’s on their hands and knees now, sweetheart?”
Pember swallowed, eyes darting over the growing bulge in his underwear. Starting at his ankles, he ran his fingers up Blake’s calves, hooking both hands behind his knees and pulling.
Blake’s hips tipped forward, making him slouch in the chair. Without another word, Pember pressed his lips to his cock,mouthing at the fabric of his boxers and making it wet. With a string of quiet sighs, he licked and kissed all over his length, making Blake tip his head back.
“Suck,” he said, calves twitching as he gripped the back of Pember’s head.
Pember moaned, kissing his belly as he drew his cock out.
“You’re so hard,” Pember whispered, eyes fluttering shut as he peppered kisses over Blake’s dormant knot. He looked so fucking cute with a cock pressed against his cheek.
“Only for you,” he whispered back.
Pember kept his eyes closed, kissing a line up Blake’s shaft, tongue darting out to flick the piercing. Pleasure rippled through Blake’s legs, even more so when Pember painted his lips with his pre-come. Cracking open his eyes, he looked up at Blake and parted his lips. Blake stroked the nape of his neck with his knuckles, thumb slowly tracing the curve of his ear as he sucked him into his mouth.
Blake’s toes curled, and he rested a foot against the tabletop so he could draw Pember in closer. “That’s it,” he breathed, as Pember slid his mouth all the way to his balls. “You’re taking me so well, baby.”
For the second time that morning, he was enveloped in Pember’s heat, his chin and lips growing shiny with saliva. He sucked and licked Blake’s cock in a torturously slow rhythm, which he realised was on purpose when Pember looked up at him with teasing eyes.
A smirk tugged at the corners of Blake’s lips. “Touch yourself,” he said, gripping Pember’s neck tighter.
Pember groaned, the sound vibrating through Blake’s cock and making him grip the arm of the chair. When he looked down again, Pember was stroking himself through the T-shirt, a damp patch already appearing on the fabric. Moaning loudly, Pember tipped forward on his knees and pressed his forehead to Blake’sbelly. Squeezing his thighs together, he mouthed at the tip of Blake’s cock, struggling to concentrate on two things at once.
Blake hummed softly, cupping Pember’s cheek and lifting his chin. When he flicked the piercing with his tongue again, a dribble of pre-come dripped onto his lips. Blake grinned, swiping his thumb through it and pushing it into Pember’s mouth.
Seeing his come on Pember’s tongue made a switch flick in his brain. Grabbing his upper arms, he hauled Pember to his feet and pushed him back against the table. The cereal bowls went flying, clattering to the floor as milk sloshed everywhere.
Pember yelped, but quickly recovered as he drew Blake between his legs and pressed his cock against his hole.
“A-again,” he panted, reaching back to grip the lip of the table.
Blake didn’t hesitate, only pushed Pember’s knees back and penetrated his wet hole for a second time. The room was alight, and everything seemed sharper, more focused as Blake braced his hands on the table and drove into the omega over and over again. Pember cried out, his legs shaking as Blake drew them over his shoulders, pinning his thighs against his chest and fucking him with his legs in the air.
The table groaned, the wooden legs rocking and cracking. The spilled milk was soaking into Pember’s T-shirt, so Blake shoved it up to his chin and lifted his hips off the table. The angle made Pember arch his back, his stomach pulling taut. He had a line of muscle that ran up the middle of his abdomen, intersected by his navel. It was so fucking sensual, and Blake bent forward to run his tongue along it.
He wanted to fill that belly. Wanted to glut Pember with his seed until he could taste it on the back of his tongue.
He’d look so fucking good carrying my baby. His little stomach would pop out and his nipples would grow dark and?—
Blake’s eyebrows pulled together as he tried to pushthosethoughts out of his head.
Pember’s breaths grew ragged, so Blake pulled out and flipped him over. They both shuddered as he sank into him from behind, slow and deep, making Pember feel every inch of his length.
Pember pushed up on the balls of his feet, making his legs tense and twitch. Pressing his cheek to the tabletop, he reached behind to grab Blake’s hand and guided it into his lower back. Blake obliged, massaging the heel of his palm into his spine and lifting his hips.
“B-Blake, Blake!” he cried, and Blake realised that he was becoming addicted to hearing the omega say his name like that—cracked around pleasure. With a final snarl, Blake smashed a hand onto the table and savagely bit Pember between his shoulder blades.
“Ah!” Pember cried, semen splashing between his legs and onto the tiled floor.
They stood there, awkwardly hunched over the table with Blake feeling like Vlad the fucking Impaler as Pember twitched and moaned on the end of his cock.
“I-I can’t, Blake!” he cried. “I-it’s too much, I’m too full!”
And that was music to Blake’s fucking ears. Unclamping his teeth from Pember’s back, he slid forward and pressed his mouth to the shell of his ear.
“I’ve a mind to make you wear a plug,” he growled. “So you can feel me inside you all fucking day.”
Pember let out an exasperated cry. “N-not a chance!” He shifted his hips forward to release some of the pressure around his hole. “I’m not that kinky.”
