“Just don’t try to pet her,” Urho called out.
Jason cringed. “Uh, yeah. Probably don’t try to pet her.”
Ren smiled at him, and Jason clapped some money into his hand for his extra trouble.
Urho kept his arm around Xan as they crossed the threshold. Once the others had disappeared into the drawing room, Xan tugged Urho into a library, and then deeper into a small office attached to it. He closed the door behind them.
“Hello,” Xan said, a smile wreathing his face. “I can’t believe you’re really here.”
Urho touched Xan’s cheek, stroking the soft curve and the line where the razor left the skin smoother beneath his fingers. “I admit I’m not sure what to say. I’ve thought of almost nothing but getting to be with you again and now…”
Xan stepped closer. “You could kiss me.”
Urho took hold of his chin and dragged him close, wrapping his arm firmly around his back and taking his mouth roughly. Xan melted against him, his body going pliant in his arms. “Oh,” he whimpered when Urho released him, his blue eyes blinking dazedly. “Oh.”
Urho’s cock pressed against Xan’s stomach, and he rubbed it there, watching Xan react to his hardness. The way his cheeks flushed, his eyes dilated, and his breath quickened was a beautiful thing to see, and the scent of his arousal saturating Urho’s alpha senses was heavenly. Urho’s mouth flooded with saliva, and an irresistible urge claimed him.
“Get on your knees,” he muttered, helping Xan down when his legs buckled at the words. “That’s right.” Xan’s hands came up to Urho’s pants, but he batted them away. “Not yet. Look up at me.”
Xan dropped his hands to his side and did as ordered. His pulse beat visibly in his throat, and he licked his red, open lips with such a hungry expression in his eyes that Urho’s cock flexed. He ripped open his pants lest he mess up his underwear and exposed himself in the cool air of the small office.
Xan moaned softly and reached down to squeeze his own cock with shaking fingers. He leaned forward, mouth open, and tongue out.
“Not yet,” Urho said again, pressing his length against Xan’s cheek, smearing some pre-come on his skin. His heart felt full to bursting at seeing Xan on his knees. “Did you keep your promise?”
“Yes!”
“Your mouth, your hole…?”
“Yours.”
Urho’s balls drew up and he stroked himself, contemplating the sheer beauty of Xan on his knees with his eyes wide and desperate. It made him feel like he could fly, soar, and take Xan with him.
“Please,” Xan whispered. “I’ve waited so long. Let me.”
“Kiss it,” Urho said, gripping the base of his large, alpha cock and positioning the head in front of Xan’s mouth. “Mouth shut. Soft lips.”
Xan whimpered but pressed his mouth into a little pucker and leaned forward, kissing gently. When he pulled back, he licked the pre-come from his lips, and his eyes rolled back. He convulsed with pleasure.
“Like that?” Urho whispered, his balls throbbing.
“Yes.”
“Again.”
Xan kissed the sensitive head of his cock and then shuddered hard as he greedily licked the pre-come from his lips again.
“Good boy. That’s my alpha-shaped omega.”
Xan groaned and lunged forward, burying his head in Urho’s crotch, scenting his musk in his pubes and rubbing his face along the crease where his leg met his groin. Then he slipped down to nuzzle his balls. Urho placed his hand in Xan’s soft hair, gently fingering the curls, and held him steady as he wallowed in Urho’s scent.
“That’s it,” he grunted. “I want you to smell like me for the rest of the day.”
Xan shook, gripped with another spasm. He clenched the back of Urho’s thighs to steady himself, never allowing his face to leave Urho’s crotch. His breath, ticklish and hot, rushed over Urho’s balls, but he was a good boy and didn’t do more than breathe him in.
Urho stroked himself, staring down at Xan on his knees. They were both wearing too many clothes—which was so wrong, but unavoidable at the moment. He loved the way his boy trembled, and he gulped in the sweet scent of Xan’s dripping cock.
He gripped Xan’s hair and pulled him away, gaining his gaze again. “Tongue out,” he ordered.
