Urho frowned. “What?”
“Even if that makes me weak. My father—”
“To wolf’s own hell with your father and what he thinks. You’re my omega, and that makes you strong.”
Xan’s mouth went dry. “Show me how strong I can be. Make me take it. Now.” He licked his lips, staring at Urho’s mouth. “Make me yours, Urho.”
“Demanding little pup,” Urho muttered. He quickly stripped Xan of his pajama top before shoving his hands into his silky pajama pants and clenching his buttocks firmly. “Get these off,” he said, shoving them down.
Xan’s cock filled fast, his asshole already gripping and releasing as he imagined the burning rush of penetration and the sweetness of a punishing fuck. “Make it rough. Make me feel it. On the train, I want to tighten my hole and still feel where you’ve been.”
Urho growled, his exposed nipples peaking. “Finish what you started.” He indicated his belt buckle and then removed his shirt, tossing it onto a nearby chair.
Xan got to work, his heart ramping up in excitement and his fingers going shaky. He slipped the tongue of Urho’s belt through the buckle, shivering at the rasping slide through the loops as he tugged it off. He placed it carefully on the bed, an idea sparking inside his tumultuous mind. He turned back to Urho, getting his pants open and dropping to his knees as he tugged them down.
Urho kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants, indicating with a jerk of his chin that Xan should put them on the chair as well. Xan did so, never getting up off his knees. His cock pressed against his stomach, pre-come slipping down the sides already, his balls riding high and tight. He greedily pressed his face to Urho’s groin, scenting his musk. Urho’s dick was thick and engorged, rising up alongside Xan’s cheek as he nuzzled the rough hair at the base.
Urho gripped Xan’s hair and tugged his face away. He released Xan and sat on the bed, spreading his legs and ordering, “Get over here, omega. Mouth open. Tongue out.”
Xan did as he was told, knee-walking between Urho’s thighs, his mouth open and his thirsty tongue out, ready to catch the pearl of pre-come that swelled at Urho’s slit.
“No sucking,” Urho said. “Lick me.” He gripped Xan’s hair again and dragged him in. The sharp tug of pain went straight to Xan’s cock, a zing of excitement that left him panting as he buried his face in Urho’s crotch, licking greedily at his sac and taint, sliding his tongue up and down his shaft, greedy for the pre-come that slipped down the side in regular pulses.
Xan’s cock begged for attention, and he put one hand on it, not moving it, as he worked. Urho rubbed his head, alternately soothing and tugging roughly on his hair, making him hiss.
“That’s my sweet omega, eager to please.”
Xan groaned. He loved being called an omega. It completed him like a hole being filled, almost as satisfying as his ass being plugged with Urho’s cock. Still, he wanted more, something harder—something that would leave reminders to cherish in the city.
He pulled away, sitting on his heels and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He met Urho’s eyes defiantly, a hint of challenge, and then reached for the belt he’d put on the bed. “I think you should remind your omega who’s in charge,” he whispered, letting the leather of the belt slip around his forearm, dragging cool and scary over his skin. “I might forget. In the city.” His breath came in short gasps. “So many handsome alphas. So many temptations.”
Urho’s nostrils flared. “Who does your hole belong to?”
Xan groaned and handed the belt to Urho. “Remind me.”
Urho gripped Xan’s chin. “You want this?”
Xan nodded and gulped.
“If you say for me to stop, I’ll stop.”
Xan shivered. He wouldn’t ask Urho to quit. He wanted this like air. Marks on his ass. Evidence of possession. Urho’s marks. Urho’s ownership of his body and soul. His father and inheritance be damned. This was his place—at Urho’s feet, licking his balls and whining to be fucked.
“Get over here.” Urho gripped the back of Xan’s neck, dragging him close again.
Nestled between Urho’s legs, with Urho’s hard cock pressed against his cheek, he breathed in the scent of Urho’s body. Urho bent low, kissed Xan’s hair, murmured his love, and then pulled him roughly up into position. He wrapped one of his own legs over both of Xan’s to hold him firmly in place and pushed Xan’s body across his thigh, torso on the mattress, face in the sheets.
“Remember, if you say stop, I’ll stop.”
“Just do it!” Xan urged, sweat popping out as he struggled slightly against Urho’s hold. “Maybe you’re not sure who I belong to.” He spoke with a bratty edge. “Maybe you don’t know if I’m—” The sound of the belt in the air shut Xan up fast. He sucked in a breath and then grunted in pain, biting down on the sheets as a slash of heat sliced over his ass. “Fuck!” he cried when he could breathe again.
Urho wasn’t joking around. He’d laid the belt downhard. Sweat popped out all over Xan’s body as he panted. All thoughts of anything in the city, or anything outside of the moment were driven from his head.
“Who does your hole belong to?” Urho muttered.
Out of the corner of his eye, Xan saw Urho’s arm raise again. He whimpered, the word “you” caught in his throat. He groaned, “Show me.”
Urho let the belt fly and Xan shuddered, his legs pushing against Urho’s as the pain ripped through him, so harsh it rattled him inside and out. Another slap of the belt came, and then another. Xan was sweating and begging and not sure what he wanted now.
