Then Dale took him down his throat, and Greg’s breath punched out of him.
He trembled, winding his fingers through Dale’s hair just to hold him, stroke his face. And Dale moved, his tongue sliding against Greg’s cock, his throat tight. He lifted his gaze, meeting Greg’s, and Greg read the trust Dale had in him, the fondness and love and...
Greg could read every bit of Dale, too, and he was afraid of losing him.
He slid out of Dale’s mouth, his cock throbbing. “Gonna fill you,” he whispered, easing Dale back onto the couch, kissing him softly on the lips.
“I’m not fragile, you know,” Dale said hoarsely.
“I know.” Greg hovered above him, unwilling to stop kissing him.
Dale curled his fingers around Greg’s cock, angling him downward, rubbing Greg’s tip against his open hole, fitting his tip inside. He was hot, slippery. Greg groaned, sliding in, pushing into the tight, unstretched parts of Dale’s body. Dale moaned, his spine arching, his nails biting into Greg’s sides. “Need—need you.”
Greg slid all the way into him, as deep as he could get, watching as Dale’s eyelids fluttered shut. Then he began to move, pacing his thrusts, the pressure in his cock building as Dale took him inside, his hole stretched around Greg’s cock.
With every thrust, Dale made a little breathless gasp, biting his lip, his cock taut, smearing precum over Greg’s abs. Greg curled his fist around Dale’s length, stroking, and Dale jolted, his cock jerking against Greg’s palm. He was completely open beneath Greg, his face a study of pleasure and need.
Greg stroked him, flicking his thumb just under his head where he liked, and Dale cried out, spilling onto his belly, his body clenching hard around Greg. The tight pressure hauled Greg over the edge, sent pleasure sluicing through his body, and Greg roared, fucking in deep, emptying himself into Dale.
He pressed his face into Dale’s shoulder, panting, his body damp with sweat. Dale pulled him closer, damp clothes and all, and kissed him softly on the neck.
“Thank you,” Dale murmured, nuzzling him. “That was—that was so good.”
“Gods, you always feel incredible.” Greg kissed him on the lips, gathering Dale up in his arms. Dale’s skin brushed sticky against his, warm and soft, and Greg thought about hauling him into the shower, washing him down. Dale purred against him, and Greg kissed him slow and deep.
“I’ve never been here before,” Dale said when they broke apart, his gaze flickering around the living room. Greg didn’t care for the LED lamps, or the wide-screen TV, or the brushed-steel coffee table, but Dale was studying them all, admiration in his eyes.
Greg kissed down his throat, his knot swelling in his omega’s body. Dale stretched around him, moaning, languidly hooking his leg around Greg’s waist. “My parents have the key to this place,” Greg said. “We probably shouldn’t be here right now.”
“Damn it. You should’ve mentioned it earlier,” Dale said, glancing at the door. Worry flashed through his eyes.
“Yeah, but we just had dinner. I’m pretty sure he’s gone home. He’s already seen me today.” Greg rolled his hips, pushing his knot deeper into Dale. Dale gasped. “Think I should grab a change of clothes first. These are soaked.”
“Soaking through your clothes?” Dale smiled. “Like an omega?”
Greg smirked, kissing him. Midway through, his phone buzzed in his back pocket, the insistent vibration of an incoming call. He frowned, tugging it out.
Dad, the caller ID read.
His heart thudded. Greg rejected the call, sliding his phone onto the coffee table. He wasn’t answering that right now, not with his knot inside Dale.
“Who was that?”
“My dad.”
Dale squeezed around him, worry flashing through his eyes. “We should leave soon,” he said, glancing at the door. “It’s not safe here.”
Greg sighed, hugging Dale closer. He knew Dale’s pulse was skipping, knew Dale would squirm away if they weren’t locked together right now. “C’mon, relax,” Greg whispered, running his fingers through Dale’s hair. “We’ll be fine.”
“Why didn’t you tell me they have the key?” Dale groaned, throwing his head back into the couch. “This is the most—”
Greg kissed him, slow and coaxing. “Shh. Stop worrying. We’ll leave the second I’m out, okay? We’ll be fine.”
But Dale squirmed, clenching tight around him. “I really don’t know. He was looking at me over dinner. He might be suspicious.”
Greg sighed, kissing his chin. “I’ll pull out. Then we’ll get going. Okay?”
“Yeah. Please do.”
Greg leaned back, his knot catching behind Dale’s hole. “C’mon, you’re gonna have to relax.”
“I’m trying,” Dale said, whining when Greg pulled gently on his knot. “At least I had the plug in before.”
“It’s still not as big as me,” Greg said. “I don’t wanna hurt you.”
Dale sucked in a deep breath, reaching between them, his fingers sliding around the snug fit of Greg’s body against his. Slowly, Greg rolled his hips back, watching as Dale stretched around his knot, his own flushed skin a stark contrast against Dale’s.
Little by little, Dale opened around him, a low moan falling from his lips. Greg kept the pressure slow, waiting for Dale to stretch, massaging his hole to help him relax. “Easy does it.”
“I’m not a horse,” Dale said.
“I didn’t say you were.”
Dale snorted, a smile creeping up his lips. “Back when I was a boy, there used to be a cartoon about a horse. Its rider would say, ‘Easy, easy. I won’t hurt you,’ and the horse would eventually listen. I began associating ‘easy’ with horses.”
Greg smiled, rolling his hips, the tightness of Dale’s muscles squeezing pleasure through his knot. They were almost at the thickest part of it, and after that, Greg would slip free, separating them. “You ever had a horse?”
“No, but I wanted one.” Dale groaned as he stretched. “My parents wouldn’t allow it—it was dry in Drakestown. Horses are expensive to keep there. When I was nine, we passed a store selling books—they had one opened to a page on origami horses. That’s where I learned to fold
