In the past four months, Dale’s body hadn’t changed much—his limbs were still slender, his skin pale. But his belly had grown fuller, and Greg regretted not having been there, watching as his omega’s body grew along with their child.
Greg rubbed his dry thumb over Dale’s tip. Dale jolted against him, his breath rushing out, his eyelids fluttering shut. The touch left a smear on Greg’s finger; he brought it to his lips, licking Dale’s precum off. It was salty, tasting like him.
This, too, hadn’t changed. A slow heat built between his legs; he was hard, but he wanted to savor his omega, pleasure him. Greg wanted to hold Dale close, make him feel good like he hadn’t been able to the whole time they’d been apart.
He’d wanted Dale ever since he’d glimpsed his professor back in November, but Greg had only wanted Dale more since the pregnancy. He needed to show his omega he’d missed him, needed to get his fill of Dale’s warmth.
Except he would never have enough of Dale; Greg knew that.
He undid the rest of the buttons on Dale’s shirt, spreading it open to reveal his chest. The shirt was intricate. But Dale looked better without, his skin creamy, his nipples taut, his cock jutting up at Greg, begging for touch.
Greg scooped Dale up, pulling the shirt off his arms. And now his omega was bare, save for the scrap of cotton around his hips. The moment he looked down, Dale wriggled his hips, yanking his briefs along his thighs, showing Greg his cock and balls, and his ass. The crumpled pants fell damply away from his ass, and his hole was small and tight, open for Greg.
“You’re so damn ready for me,” Greg murmured, reaching down, rubbing over Dale’s slippery hole. Dale gasped, his slippery entrance fluttering against Greg’s fingers, inviting him inside. Greg teased his hole, pressing down just enough for Dale to feel his touch, but not enough to slip inside. Dale groaned.
“That means you should be filling me up, shouldn’t you?” Dale breathed.
In the orange light of the room, his cheeks glistened, wet with slick.
Greg throbbed in his pants, needing to slip inside, spread Dale open with his cock. Instead, he leaned in, kissing Dale full on the lips. Dale moaned into his mouth; Greg ground their cocks together, sharing his pleasure with his omega. Dale squirmed against him, panting, his tongue tangling hungry and wet with Greg’s.
So Greg caught his knees, pushing Dale’s thighs to either side of him, spreading him open. Dale whined, his hips rocking, four months of pent-up desire dark in his eyes.
He watched Greg trustingly, his body held open, his belly heavy with their child. And Greg knew he’d never love anyone else this much, not like he loved Dale Kinney.
He kissed down Dale’s chest, down his belly and up his thighs, and back to his leaking tip. Dale’s cock jumped against his lips. Greg took it into his mouth, licking over his velvety skin. Dale groaned. Greg took his whole cock into his mouth, down his throat, so Dale choked and shuddered, his body shaking beneath Greg.
“That—that feels—f-feels good.” Dale held his legs open, his toes curling, his chest heaving. Greg rubbed his tight balls, down the curve of his ass, spreading his cheeks. Then he released Dale’s cock, leaving it wet with spit, and sucked on Dale’s balls, one at a time, until Dale wound his fingers into Greg’s hair, pulling him up, pushing him down, as though he couldn’t decide where he wanted Greg.
Greg made the decision for him. He slid his fingers into Dale’s hole, pushing into its tight warmth. Dale gasped, clenching around him. So he swirled his fingers around inside, finding Dale’s prostate, pushing down hard on it.
Dale jerked off the bed, his cock jumping, his legs trembling. “Greg, please don’t tease,” he cried. “I need—-need you inside.”
“Want me to breed you again?” Greg murmured, pushing his fingers in to their knuckles. The thought went straight to his balls, made them heavy. “Want me to fill you full of cum? Until it’s oozing out of you when you walk?”
“Gods, yes,” Dale gasped, squeezing around him, his chest flushed pink.
Greg paused, his gaze snagging on Dale’s belly. “What about the baby? Will I hurt him?”
“He’ll be okay,” Dale said, his face turning a beautiful shade of scarlet. “I checked with the doctor.”
So Dale had wanted him enough to ask, and Greg needed to be inside. Needed to claim his omega. “Gonna take my knot?”
“Yes! And all your cum.”
“And another baby?”
“Fuck yes,” Dale said, his lips quirking in a smile. “Especially another baby.”
Greg’s throat went dry. He rubbed himself through his pants, pulling his fly open, breathing a sigh of relief when the pressure on his cock eased. He unbuttoned his shirt, shrugged out of it, and Dale purred as he watched Greg strip, languidly stroking his own cock, pointing it at Greg.
With a grin, Greg stepped out of his boxers, climbing onto the bed to hover over his omega, taking both their cocks into his hand. Then he stroked them, and Dale pushed his hips up, rocking into his palm, his hands sliding down Greg’s chest, over his back, his nails biting into Greg’s skin. “Fuck me now.”
“You’re so pushy,” Greg said, but he rutted against Dale’s cock, squeezing him, gathering the drop of precum that oozed from his tip. Dale bucked beneath him, spreading his ass again, and this time, Greg slid his cock up between his damp cheeks, grinding against his tight hole. For four months, he’d thought about this, wanting to be this close to his omega again.
Dale’s gasp tore out of him. And Greg slicked himself up with Dale’s wetness, his hand smearing Dale’s precum onto his cock. Then he slid into Dale, burying his cock completely, and Dale’s spine arched, his ass stretching hot around Greg’s cock like the very first time Greg had fucked him, back in his office.
Greg groaned,
