“Maybe,” Felix whispers, and when Kade glances up, he finds Felix’s pupils dilated, his mouth falling open.
He leans in, trailing the tip of his tongue along Felix’s lip, stealing the droplet of milk. Felix shivers. He isn’t in heat. He’s not desperate for alpha cock, and this means he’s interested in Kade. For a moment, Kade can’t breathe.
Do you really want this? Kade leans in carefully, kissing the corner of Felix’s mouth. His omega could reject him at any time.
“Tell me what you want,” Kade whispers, his pulse in his throat.
Felix moves his lips. He doesn’t answer, instead locking his gaze with Kade’s. So Kade presses their mouths together, licking at the seam of his lips. And Felix parts for him.
Felix wants him closer. Kade growls, slipping his tongue inside. Felix meets him with his own, wet and warm, tasting like milk and coffee. He moans into Kade’s mouth, his tongue sliding hungrily along Kade’s, his fingers pushing Kade’s hand down against his growing cock.
It makes Kade hard, his omega’s cock sliding urgently against him. He slips an arm around Felix’s waist, tugging him closer, holding his legs open. Felix sucks in a sharp breath.
“You’re hungry,” Kade says. Felix’s soft, damp lips drag against his own. “I want to see you hard for me.”
And Felix trembles, his nails digging into Kade’s wrist when Kade unbuttons his pants, pulling the zipper open with a harsh rasp. He hooks his thumb into Felix’s briefs, his knuckle brushing down the side of Felix’s cock. When he tugs Felix’s pants down, his cock juts up, thick and pink, betraying his arousal.
In the sunlight reflecting off the kitchen walls, the very tip of Felix’s cock pushes out of his foreskin, dusky, a bead of clear fluid gathering at its slit. Kade touches his fingertip to it, smearing precum along the opening of his foreskin.
“I’m... I’m...” Felix wets his lips, watching as Kade swirls his thumb around his tip, rubbing him through his skin. This hasn’t changed, either—Felix likes to be played with. Kade slides his skin down to expose his blunt, gleaming head.
“What do you want?” Kade asks, curling his fingers around Felix’s cock, pumping him lightly. Felix thrusts up at his hand, musk rolling in tiny waves off his skin. It’s stronger than his lavender scent. Kade leans in to nose at the scent gland at his shoulder, dragging his teeth lightly over it.
Felix hisses, his hips jerking up, his cock sliding heavy and hot against Kade’s fingers. “More.”
“If I feel like it.” Kade smears the next droplet over Felix’s tip, working his finger under his skin so it stretches around him. It’s lewd like that, watching Felix’s skin take him in, clinging hungrily around his fingertip. Felix trembles. Kade slides his finger around his head, coating it with precum. Felix bites hard on his lip.
Kade releases him, slipping his fingers into the open V of Felix’s pants. He cradles Felix’s balls in his fingers, lifting them out so they rest on light blue denim, their skin soft and warm.
“Want to see you,” Kade growls.
“This isn’t enough?” Felix whispers. He looks down at himself, his cock and balls exposed, the rest of him all covered up, save for a thin sliver of his hips.
“No. Feet up.” Kade taps on his inner thigh. Felix pulls his legs up onto the seat, spreading them open. He looks vulnerable like that, the sensitive parts of him exposed. Kade smirks, reaching between his legs to trail his fingers along Felix’s cock. “Open my jeans.”
A wave of scarlet sweeps up Felix’s throat. He reaches over, tugging on Kade’s belt, then his zipper. Kade opens his legs, groaning when Felix pushes his small hand into his pants, cool fingers wrapping around his cock. Felix purrs. “Was I supposed to find this?”
“Fuck yeah.” Kade rocks up into his hand, fucking against his palm. Felix’s eyelids flutter shut. He eases Kade out of his jeans, his hand sliding soft and firm down Kade’s cock, and for a breathless moment, Kade forgets about everything, except Felix’s hand, his mouth, Felix’s tongue licking up his cock.
“So big,” Felix whispers, his voice hoarse with longing. He slides his palm down the underside of Kade’s cock, to his base, then back up.
“Jack me off,” Kade says. He gathers the wetness trickling down Felix’s cock, reaching down to smear it over Felix’s balls. Felix makes a soft, delighted sound in his throat, pushing his hips up. “C’mon.”
Felix wraps his fingers around Kade, stroking him from base to tip, the crown of Kade’s head catching on his fingers. He pulls his hand back, gathering his own precum on his fingertips, then smears it all over Kade’s cock, his fingers working over Kade, falling into a rhythm that they’ve learned after years of touch. Then his touch feathers down, fingertips trailing along the ridge of Kade’s cock, before massaging his underside. Pleasure hums through Kade’s body. He swears, pushing up into Felix’s hand. “Harder. Stroke me.”
So Felix strokes him, licking his lips. Kade rewards him by rubbing his thumb over Felix’s balls, squeezing them lightly, his fingers brushing down the back of them. Felix whines, low and needy, clear fluid dribbling down the fine veins of his neglected cock. “Kade, please.”
And Kade takes his cock in hand, pumping him firmly, dragging his skin down to expose his flushed tip, circling it with his thumb. Felix chokes on his moan. His balls grow tight, and Kade grinds his fingertip against the underside of his head, so he jerks, shoving his cock up into Kade’s grip.
Kade relaxes his hand then, leaning in to lick along the shell of Felix’s ear. “I didn’t say to stop jacking me,” he growls, and Felix shivers, his fingers tightening around Kade’s cock, pumping him. Kade increases the pace of his strokes, matching
