“Whatever you want to do, do it,” Gage murmured.
Ulric didn’t answer for a long moment. “What?”
“I’m open to trying it,” Gage said, meeting Ulric’s gaze over his shoulder. “As long as you keep it outside my clothes. I don’t care if you use me to get off. Jizz all over me. You won.”
Ulric swallowed loudly, his chest heaving. For the longest moment, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Gage. He glanced down at his own spread legs, and the thick bulge that strained behind his pants. His neck flushed.
“I can’t,” Ulric choked.
“Yes, you can.” Gage rolled his own hips—just slightly, since it wasn’t easy with Ulric’s weight on him. “Put your cock on me.”
Ulric went so still, Gage didn’t think he even breathed. “What’s in this for you?”
“I’m helping you out.”
“I don’t need help,” Ulric growled.
“Think of it as a prize.”
“You’d let me—” Ulric bit his words off. “As a prize?”
He was retreating behind his politeness and his mild manners, and as adorable as it was, Gage wanted to see that other side of him again.
He pushed himself up, arching his spine as far as it would go. “Look, this is the only chance you’ll get,” Gage offered. “To rut against me. Wherever you want. You can even take my pants off. Leave my boxers on.”
Ulric’s breath rushed out of him. “You can’t be serious.”
“Get off me. I’ll show you.”
Slowly, disbelievingly, Ulric leaned his weight to the side, freeing Gage. Gage unbuckled his belt. Shoved down his pants. They caught on his boxers, dragging them partway down his ass. Ulric gulped.
Gage let him look. Ulric’s admiration felt nice, actually. Gage pulled his pants down further; this tugged his boxers completely off his ass. Ulric’s stare scorched.
It was a good ass, Gage knew. He’d been working on his glutes lately. He gave Ulric another couple seconds. Then he pulled his boxers back over his asscheeks, and lay down on the floor. “There.”
Ulric bit off his groan. “You can’t be ser—”
Gage pushed his ass up into the air, and Ulric snarled. He was upon Gage in a heartbeat, grasping Gage, slamming their hips together, his cock a prominent line against Gage’s ass.
Gage’s instincts told him he was on the wrong end, they told him he needed to turn around, to put his cock inside Ulric’s ass. But he’d promised Ulric. And Ulric panted above him, rocking their hips together, his bulge pushing between Gage’s cheeks.
It was a lot thicker than Gage remembered. A lot more dangerous. It wouldn’t fit inside him.
“Take it out,” Gage murmured.
“I’ll fucking blow if I take it out,” Ulric hissed.
“Then blow,” Gage snarled. “Do you want this ass, or not?”
“Fuck.” Ulric pushed harder, and Gage felt his cheeks open up. Ulric’s expression changed. His gaze turned dark, hungry, demanding, a sort of depravity that struck a chord with Gage’s own instincts.
“Turn away,” Ulric whispered. “I don’t want you to look.”
“Why not?”
“Just fucking do it.”
How many people ever saw this side of Ulric? Gage didn’t know. But he turned to stare at the floor, his entire attention locked onto this man.
Ulric’s breath shook out of him as he rubbed his bulge between Gage’s cheeks. He stroked Gage’s ass through his boxers, his touch reverent.
For a long while, that was all he did—slide his covered cock against Gage, back and forth, not enough pressure for anything. Then he grasped Gage’s ass through his boxers, he pressed his thumbs against Gage’s cheeks, trying to open him there.
Gage stopped breathing. There was a layer of fabric between them. But he still felt vulnerable like that—thin cotton was no match against an alpha, especially one as hungry as Ulric looked.
Ulric’s thumb slipped lower. For a second, Gage thought Ulric might reach his hole, and Ulric might touch him there. But Ulric pulled away.
“You’re really okay with this,” Ulric rasped.
“Yes,” Gage growled.
He wasn’t sure when his own voice had changed. But he sure as hell heard when Ulric unbuckled his belt. Then came the pop of his jeans button, and the rasp of the zipper.
Ulric was taking his cock out. It was bare, hard for Gage. Gage knew what it looked like, growing fuller now that it wasn’t being constrained. Growing redder.
He smelled musk. A lot of it. And he also smelled Ulric’s honey oak scent mixed in with his own.
Was he horny, himself? He didn’t know. His pulse was pounding everywhere, and Gage figured it was adrenaline.
Then came a soft pressure, one that rested against his crack. Gage felt the shift of Ulric’s body, he felt that heavy length rubbing against him, muffled through the cotton.
He’d never touched another alpha’s hard-on before Ulric’s. It felt a lot bigger than he would expect.
“Fuck,” Ulric whispered.
The pressure grew heavier; Ulric pushed his cock more firmly against Gage. Heat soaked through Gage’s boxers and into his ass. Then Ulric ground deeper, easing Gage’s cheeks apart with his cock.
Gage stopped breathing. He’d done this with omegas before. He’d let them feel his cock, he’d teased them with what he would thrust inside. And here was Ulric doing the exact same thing, except now Gage was on the receiving end.
And holy fuck, Ulric was big.
Ulric snarled, suddenly. He leaned in, anchoring his arm across Gage’s chest. Then he drove his cock hard between Gage’s cheeks, like how he’d thrust inside, and he forced Gage’s asscheeks completely open. His cock ground against one spot in particular—that had to be Gage’s hole, because it tingled with every thrust against it. Then Ulric snapped his hips, his breath growing ragged as he rutted against where he wanted Gage to stretch for him.
Ulric groaned, a feral, throaty sound that went between Gage’s legs.
There was one layer of cotton between them. Thin enough that Ulric could probably tear through it with his cock. What would happen if he broke that barrier? If his head shoved against Gage’s hole, and it pushed inside?
Gage’s cock grew so thick, it hurt. He didn’t know why. Or how. “Damn
