Raph swore, his hips snapping forward, grinding between Wyatt’s cheeks. “Damn straight I’ll hold you down.”
“Try harder.”
Wyatt scrambled, blindly grasping at the sheets as he yanked himself out of Raph’s arms, his cock catching against Raph’s elbow, shoving up against his skin. Raph groaned, grabbed at Wyatt’s pants, and yanked his briefs down, so his clothes dragged down his thighs, leaving his groin exposed. Cool air brushed his cock. Wyatt lunged forward.
And Raph dragged his pants off his legs, knocking Wyatt’s knees out from beneath him. Wyatt hit the mattress with a gasp.
In seconds, his pants and briefs hit the floor with a rustle. Raph climbed between Wyatt’s legs, pushed them apart. Wyatt’s breath fled his lungs. He climbed to his knees, feeling around for the edge of the mattress.
They were on a queen-sized bed; there wasn’t plenty of space to move. Just as his fingers caught the edge, Raph’s hands closed around the tops of his thighs, dragged him backward. The position left Wyatt deliciously spread; Raph found his balls, squeezed, and the pressure sent a jolt up his body. Wyatt moaned.
Raph pressed his face to Wyatt’s ass, his nose skimming up along his crack. Then his tongue flicked out damply against Wyatt’s cheek, and his breath rushed against Wyatt’s hole.
“Gonna stay now?” Raph whispered, his warm fingers sliding up Wyatt’s cock, sending brief whispers of pleasure through his nerves.
“Fuck no,” Wyatt whispered, shoving his cock against Raph’s fingers. The moment Raph released his balls, Wyatt followed the edge of the bed, lunging for the pillows.
Raph snared him around the waist, his body crashing up against Wyatt’s, his cock shoving between Wyatt’s cheeks. The thin fabric of his boxers caught between them, but it didn’t hide the shape of Raph’s cock, the eager press of it. Wyatt groaned, ground back against him.
Raph was big. Strong. He let Wyatt run just because he could, because it felt good to catch him, over and over. And Wyatt liked being caught. Liked having Raph try to tame him, showing Wyatt just how hard he was for him.
“Gonna take my cock now?” Raph whispered, grinding against Wyatt’s hole.
Wyatt trembled, his body aching for more. For Raph to pin him, stretch him open, fill him up. Except giving in would be too easy, wouldn’t it? “You’d have to make me.”
A growl rumbled from Raph’s chest, vibrating into Wyatt’s back. He hauled Wyatt closer, so Wyatt’s thighs pressed against the coarse fabric of his jeans. Raph pushed Wyatt’s shirt up, pinched his nipples. And pleasure and pain shot down his spine, made him arch.
“Let me feel you,” Wyatt groaned.
“This isn’t enough?” Raph rutted up between his cheeks, the fabric of his boxers dragging against Wyatt’s damp hole.
“No.”
Raph leaned away from Wyatt for a moment. When he pressed close again, his cock was bare, his boxers bunched around his thighs. His cock slid silkily over Wyatt’s ass, nudging between his cheeks, spreading them with its thickness. It would feel so good inside. Wyatt’s breath shuddered out of him.
“Do you yield?” Raph murmured.
“No,” Wyatt hissed.
Raph wound his fingers into Wyatt’s hair, gripping tight enough that Wyatt’s scalp prickled. With a light tug, Raph turned Wyatt around to face him, then pressed his face down low. Raph rolled his hips. The tip of his cock slid against Wyatt’s cheek, kissed his lips.
In the dark, Wyatt couldn’t see Raph’s face, couldn’t tell what he looked like in this moment. But there was care in the firmness of his touch, the way Raph whispered, “Taste me.”
Wyatt’s face burned. He leaned in, tracing the ridged underside of Raph’s cock with his tongue, licking all the way to his base. When he trailed kisses up to Raph’s tip, a drop of salty precome smeared across his tongue. Wyatt took Raph into his mouth, moaned when Raph pushed in, slow and careful.
And maybe Raph had been giving him more care than he deserved. Wyatt wasn’t the best omega. He was used goods, and he had struggled through life, failing at things until he’d climbed out of the holes he’d dug. Raph needed better than that. Needed an omega who could give him all the attention he deserved.
So Wyatt took Raph’s cock deep into his mouth, gagging when Raph hit the back of his throat. Tears sprang to his eyes. He didn’t deserve to feel comfortable.
“Didn’t say you could do that.” Raph slid partway out of his mouth, rough fingers caressing Wyatt’s cheek. “C’mon. Don’t force yourself.”
Wyatt shoved himself down on Raph’s cock anyway, trying to take him deeper, choking when Raph’s thick tip blocked his airway. Wyatt gulped, and tried again, took Raph down his throat. His lungs burned.
Raph released his hair. Grasped Wyatt’s head lightly with both hands, and pulled him off. Wyatt gasped for breath, his cock still aching.
“Wy,” Raph whispered, his thumbs brushing Wyatt’s tears away. “I don’t need you to do that.”
And he pulled Wyatt up, brushing their lips together, his warm breath caressing Wyatt’s cheek.
“You okay?” Raph asked against his mouth. He slipped his hand between them, over Wyatt’s chest, down his abdomen, to his cock.
“Yeah,” Wyatt breathed. He was the worst, doing this with his stepbrother. But Raph squeezed his cock, stroked him so pleasure jolted through his thoughts. Wyatt gasped and jerked into his hand, those terrible words fleeing his mind. “Raph—”
He was still hard. Maybe Raph should’ve shamed him, and Wyatt would’ve come from that alone. But Raph scooped Wyatt up in his arms, easing him back onto the bed, resting Wyatt’s head on the pillows.
He ran his fingers through Wyatt’s hair, rubbing slow, careful strokes into his scalp. Then he pressed soft kisses down Wyatt’s throat, his clavicles, his stomach, to where his cock strained between them, thick and far too sensitive.
Raph kissed his tip. Then he took Wyatt’s cock into his mouth, slow and certain, and
