Blake’s expression darkened, lips splitting into a feral grin as he hooked his fingers under Pember’s underwear and drew them down. His tongue swiped out to lick the pearl of pre-come gathering at Pember’s tip, throat rumbling as he sucked him down in one go.
“Ah!” Pember moaned, pressing his face into his bicep as he struggled to contain the noise.
Still grinning around his cock, Blake ran a hand over Pember’s taut stomach and peaked nipples, rubbing them with his thumb. His mouth was an inferno as it slipped and slid all over Pember’s cock, tongue lapping at his slit, his shaft, his balls. There was not one part of him that Blake didn’t consume.
Pember was panting, hips moving in rhythm with Blake’s mouth. His head spun, and he wasn’t entirely sure he was still on planet earth anymore. Then, the alpha’s hands were around his waist, angling his hips so his back arched and he could rock and thrust into his mouth as much as he wanted.
“O-oh, fu—oh, sh—” Pember stuttered, throwing his head back. He’d never liked his stutter, but it seemed to be driving the alpha wild in that moment.
It was unlike anything he’d ever felt. The tightness in his belly, the tingling of his skin, the pooling heat in his spine. His brain started going to all sorts of strange places, like picturing Blake standing at the end of a windswept pier as they holidayed in Brighton. Or Blake drinking elderflower wine at the bottom of the garden in the middle of summer. Or Blake holding their baby in the middle of the night.
Oh fuck, things were getting out of hand, his hormones were going haywire and he was close. So fucking close that one more swipe of Blake’s tongue would be enough to send him spilling into his mouth.
Blake must’ve sensed it, because the next thing Pember knew his legs were over the alpha’s shoulders and he saw his own toes curling in the air. Blake gripped the backs of his thighs, keeping them open so he could look up at him as he came.
Pember tumbled wordlessly into orgasm, eyes squeezing shut, brows furrowed, mouth hanging open. His muscles clenched wildly, but Blake kept him in his mouth as he spilled over and over into his hot throat.
He had no idea how long it lasted, but by the time his senses came to, his legs were still shaking and Blake was kissing his stomach. He nudged his nose through Pember’s dark pubic hair, kissing the base of his shaft and licking away the seed that dribbled down his length.
He sighed as Blake kissed all over his ribs, running his tongue across his oversensitive nipples, until finally finding his way back into Pember’s mouth. They stayed like that for a long time, sharing messy, open-mouthed kisses that neither of them had much control over.
Blake’s hips grew restless as he rocked against Pember’s pelvis. It was gentle at first, but then a low rumble started to vibrate deep in his chest. It was constant, like a cat purring, only rougher and deeper.
“Pember,” he growled, fangs popping out as he scraped them across his neck.
Pember squirmed, lifting his legs and planting his heels in the small of Blake’s back. Somehow, he managed to work his toes into the waistband of his joggers, dragging them over his arse. As his cock sprang free, both their heads snapped down to behold his very long, leaking arousal.
“O-oh—” Pember said, followed by a string of noises that were definitely not part of the English language.
Blake swallowed, rocking back on his haunches. “I… Sorry. I wasn’t sure if you saw it before, in the woods. Perhaps I should have mentioned it.”
“N-no, it’s… I-it’s, um—it’s a?—”
A dick piercing. Blake had a dick piercing. Two little silver balls, one nestled over his slit, the other at the base of his head.
“Yeah,” Blake whispered, leaning down to kiss Pember’s cheek. He drew back, letting his cock slide between Pember’s legs and alongside his own.
“I thought… I t-though… ngh, needles?”
Blake let out a breath. “Brat. Remember?”
Pember huffed out a laugh.
“Is it a turn-off?” Blake whispered, wiping a hand across his mouth. He rested his hands on Pember’s spread knees, watching him closely.
“No,” he breathed, face flushing even darker. “No, it isn’t a turn-off.”
Blake grinned, leaning down to kiss him again, but Pember pushed up. He pressed forward, shoving Blake back until he was leaning against the arm of the sofa.
Straddling Blake’s hips, he said, “Don’t push me away again.” He cupped the alpha’s neck and thoroughly kissed his mouth. Both hands raked down his body before his fingers were curling around his length.
“I want to make you feel good,” Pember whispered, peppering kisses in Blake’s damp hair. “I want you to lose yourself in me.”
Blake groaned. “I already have, Pem.” His fingers dug into Pember’s arse cheeks. “Grip it tight,” he said, guiding Pember’s hand down to the base of his shaft.
Pember’s stomach fluttered as he felt the hot flare of muscle nestled within his pubic hair. The knot was dormant, but it would have been engorged beyond belief when his rut hit the previous day.
The rut I caused.
