“Very nice,” Greg murmured, pushing himself up on his knees, his fingers whispering over Dale’s shirt. With each button that popped, cool air brushed over Dale’s skin, tightening his nipples. “Gonna take that plug for me?”
“Yes.” Dale swallowed. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea. But he needed the distraction, needed to know he belonged to Greg, and he couldn’t wear Greg’s scent tonight.
Greg smiled, kissing Dale’s nipples. He stood and pressed kisses up Dale’s chest, up his collarbones to his throat. When he met Dale’s mouth, his tongue slid in, hot and possessive. Dale moaned. He needed Greg. Needed to feel him inside, needed to feel as though Greg wanted him.
“Fuck me, please,” he gasped, finding Greg’s hand, pushing it down on his cock. Greg ran his fingers over Dale’s balls, squeezing them, stroking around them, until Dale squirmed, his hole damp. Then Greg wrapped his hand around Dale, pumped him, and the pleasure in his cock intensified.
“Fuck my hand,” Greg whispered against his lips. Dale whined, bracing his feet against the floor, thrusting up. His flushed tip pushed out of his alpha’s fist, his foreskin pulling back, and it was lewd, slick. And he couldn’t stop.
With each thrust, Greg’s fist tightened, forcing pleasure through Dale’s body. Dale whimpered, his hips jerking unevenly as he tried to keep his momentum, fucking up, his alpha witness to how desperate Dale was. Except Dale grew so close to the edge that he couldn’t stop trembling, his precum dripping down Greg’s fingers.
Greg planted his hand on Dale’s thigh, pushing him back down against the seat.
“Very good,” he whispered, sliding his hand down to Dale’s base, just holding him. Dale’s cock jutted up, exposed and hungry, aching for release. Dale gasped, squirming, and Greg kissed his parted lips. “Ready?”
“Yes,” Dale hissed.
Greg pulled his hand away, leaving Dale’s cock neglected. He wiped down the plug with his shirt, rubbing it over Dale’s tip, catching streaks of precum. “Spread for me.”
Dale’s cheeks burned. They were in his office. And here he was, curling his legs up, pulling his cheeks open to show his student his hole.
Greg’s nostrils flared. He breathed in Dale’s musk, a hard line in his own jeans. Then he reached behind, pulling his phone out. “Fuck, you look good.”
Dale’s entire face scorched. “You’re going to take a picture?”
Greg lowered his phone, meeting his eyes. “You don’t want me to?”
“I—” Secretly, the thought gave Dale a dark thrill. Holding himself open, spreading for his alpha, letting his slick opening be captured on photo. It was humiliating. And it made his cock throb harder. “I want you to.”
Greg’s lips curved in a smile. He held his phone up, and Dale dug his fingers into his cheeks, pulling them apart. Greg growled, snapped the picture, and shoved the phone in his pocket. “Gods. I want to be inside.”
Greg rubbed his own cock through his pants, his gaze dragging down Dale’s body, from his chest to his belly to his hips. Dale leaked. “Then get inside.”
“You’re so damn needy.” Greg took the plug, rubbing its cool, hard surface along Dale’s cock. Then he touched the point of the plug to Dale’s tip, gathering his precum, slicking it over rounded glass. When all of it was covered, he slid it down Dale’s cock, over his balls, to his hole.
But he didn’t push it inside. Instead, Greg circled his hole with the plug, a light, steady touch, until Dale quivered, his hole clenching. “Greg, you can’t just tease!”
Greg met his eyes, pressed the plug against his entrance, and pushed. Dale’s body stretched open around it, a cool solid weight making its way inside.
“You’re so tight,” Greg murmured. “Fuck.”
“Maybe I need your cock first,” Dale panted, his hole squeezing around the cool glass plug.
“You’re gonna take my knot just like that.” Greg slid the plug out, until it almost left Dale’s body.
Then he pushed it back in, stretching Dale wider and wider, until half of the teardrop had disappeared into his body, a thick solid weight. Unlike Greg’s knot, which swelled inside him, the plug required Dale’s hole to stretch wider than usual. And it snared every bit of his attention, feeling himself open up, feeling Greg slide the plug in and out of him.
Greg stopped pushing when the plug was halfway in, and held it there.
“Greg,” Dale whined, his legs shaking, his hole spread open. And Greg could see every bit of it. “I need more.”
“Really?”
“Yes!”
“What about this?” Greg whispered, then slid the widest part of the plug in. Dale arched, his body opening around it, opening for his alpha.
“F-fuck,” Dale gasped, his cock jerking. “I-I can’t—F-feels so good.”
“It’ll feel better later,” Greg said, pressing on the plug, until the widest part of the teardrop pushed past his hole, and Dale’s body closed around the thinner neck between bulb and flared base. The plug sat inside him like a knot, cool and heavy, and Dale’s body hummed with pleasure.
“I’m gonna breed you when we get home,” Greg said. The base of the plug pressed against Dale’s cheeks.
Dale whined, thinking about Greg’s cum inside him, about Greg knotting inside. Greg tugged lightly on the plug; it moved in Dale, a smooth, intimate touch.
Greg kissed up his thigh, biting lightly on his skin, his teeth gentle, sharp points. Then he kissed Dale’s balls, up his cock, and licked slowly over his head, at the same time the plug shifted inside Dale.
“Come for me,” Greg whispered, sucking Dale’s cock into his mouth. The pressure in his cock spiked; Greg pushed the plug deeper, grinding it against Dale’s prostate, and pleasure crashed through his body, his spine arching, his cock releasing spurt after spurt of cum onto Greg’s tongue.
When he could think again, Dale found Greg standing over him, wiping Dale’s sweat off with his own shirt. The plug was still inside. Dale stared up at his alpha, his limbs weak as jelly, his mind fuzzed
