But it also involved an oath, and looking at those photos had reminded Greg why he couldn’t do this. He didn’t want to make empty promises. Didn’t want to mark Dale like his ex had, and then disappoint him.
Just to be sure, Greg whispered, “Do you want my mark?”
Dale shivered, his breath puffing through his mouth. “No.”
And that was fine. It was. Greg’s chest squeezed.
He looked down to hide his dismay. It surprised him, how easily he’d thought of Dale as his. There had never been a clear line drawn, when they had ceased being teacher and student, and when they’d started being alpha and omega.
He sucked on Dale’s scent gland, slow and firm. Dale jerked beneath him, panting, his hand pushing into Greg’s jeans, past his boxers. Then his fingers wrapped around Greg’s cock, an insistent pressure. Greg growled, growing hard in his hand. Dale knew he liked his tip played with, knew he liked being massaged slow and firm.
Dale teased him, his fingers sliding slow, a teasing touch that gripped all of Greg’s attention, sent pleasure shooting up his spine. Greg almost bit down on Dale’s scent gland. He sucked a last time on it; Dale shuddered, his hips rocking up, his neck arched, offering himself to Greg by instinct alone.
“I’m not gonna bite,” Greg murmured, kissing down his clavicles, down his chest, along the buttons of his shirt. At Dale’s nipples, Greg paused, licking them through thin fabric. They tightened, their pink tips barely visible through the thin weave.
With impatient hands, Dale tugged on Greg’s belt, undid his fly. The pressure at his hips eased; Greg’s cock slipped out, tenting his boxers, hungry for touch. Dale’s eyes raked appreciatively over it, his tongue darting over his lips.
“Want it?” Greg asked, pushing the waistband of his boxers down, showing Dale his thick, flushed cock. Dale groaned, leaning forward, his eyes fixed on it.
Greg planted his hand on Dale’s chest, pushed him back down on the couch. Dale whined. “Let me suck it!”
“Later,” Greg murmured, kissing down his belly. At Dale’s waistband, he tugged the dress shirt up, exposing his pale abdomen, and the tiny mole by Dale’s navel. He licked the mole. Kissed it. Dale squirmed, bucking up at him.
Then he kissed down the line of hair on Dale’s belly, right over where their baby was. Dale trembled. Greg tugged on Dale’s belt, slid off his pants and underwear, and Dale’s musk washed over him like a wave, going straight down to his cock.
He growled, stroking himself, nudging Dale’s thighs open. Between Dale’s cheeks, the base of the plug glistened, his hole dark through the flat glass base. Dale had been stretched open for him the past five hours, had thought of the plug as Greg’s knot the entire time.
Greg traced the base of the plug with his finger, his own cock aching. Then he pulled on it, just a little, so Dale would feel his touch all the way inside. “What’s this?”
Dale gasped, his body clenching, his cock dripping. “Y-your knot.”
A slow, possessive heat crept through Greg’s chest. He rubbed his cock over Dale’s tight balls, smearing precum along his taint. “Ready for my real knot?”
“Yes,” Dale hissed. Greg worked his fingers beneath the base of the plug, pulling it out slightly for a better grip. Dale swore, his chest heaving, his cock jerking against his body.
“Feel good?”
Dale nodded, breathing hard. When Greg could fit his thumb between the plug’s base and Dale’s skin, he massaged Dale’s hole, kneading his slick muscles. Then he eased the plug out, a little at a time, and Dale’s voice dipped into a moan.
“Relax for me,” Greg whispered, taking Dale’s cock into his mouth.
Dale writhed beneath him, dripping salty precum onto Greg’s tongue, his nails scratching down the leather. “F-fuck.”
Greg pulled slowly on the plug, watching as Dale’s hole stretched around it. He left Dale’s cock, kissed his inner thighs, and Dale squirmed, cock straining, his tip pushing out past his foreskin.
“Almost there,” Greg murmured, pushing the plug back in. A visceral sound slipped from Dale’s throat. Greg paused, sliding the plug out a little ways. Then he pushed it back in.
Dale whined, his breaths coming short and fast, his legs trembling.
“Does it hurt?” Greg asked.
Dale shook his head, his eyes dark, his chest flushed. “More.”
So Greg eased the plug out of him, the widest part of it cresting his hole, before the rest of it slid out, glistening with slick. Dale panted, his cock flushed a dark red, a sheen of sweat on his body.
“Okay?” Greg asked.
“Yeah. Gods.” Dale reached down, rubbing his fingers over his stretched hole, his pupils blown wide. “I’m so ready for you.”
Greg groaned, setting the plug down on the floor. Dale had trusted him with the plug, had trusted him to ease it out, and his body was vulnerable like that, open for his alpha. Greg’s cock ached. “Want me inside?”
“Yes!”
“C’mon, suck on me first,” Greg whispered, sliding his arm around Dale’s back, rolling him forward.
Dale’s gaze dragged over his cock, his lips curving in a smile. “You liked seeing that.”
“I’m that obvious?”
“You can’t hide anything from me,” Dale said, meeting his eyes.
In that moment, Greg wondered how much his omega knew. Dale knew Greg’s reluctance to swear an oath. He knew about Tony, about the relationship Greg used to have with his best friend. Dale knew about Greg’s parents, too, and there was little he didn’t know.
Greg had nothing to hide from this man. Dale had seen all of him, and Greg was afraid he’d run. Dale didn’t want to hear his I love yous. Didn’t want to be bonded. Greg couldn’t promise him a future.
All he could do was show Dale how much he cared, and hope Dale would feel safe in his arms.
Greg angled his cock down toward Dale’s lips. Dale took him inside with a soft moan, his mouth wet and snug, his tongue flicking over Greg’s tip. He stroked
