Wyatt looked away, his tongue darting over his lips. “If—if you slap me, I’ll get hard.”
That, Wyatt had never mentioned before. It sounded foreign, unbelievable. How could anyone get hard when they were slapped? But Wyatt watched him, waiting, his eyes doubtful. As though he believed Raph would go back on his word.
“Fine,” Raph said, raising himself up, winding his fingers roughly through Wyatt’s hair. “I think you’re a loose-holed slut that no one wants.”
It sounded terrible. And Wyatt squirmed, his cheeks darkening, his cock growing bigger.
He really was getting off on this. How messed-up was he, that he liked hearing shit like that about himself? How hadn’t Raph found out earlier?
More importantly, how the hell did he come up with more crap to say? For a lack of insults, Raph tightened his fist in Wyatt’s hair, licking down his throat. “None of the other alphas want you, do they? Because you’re a failure of an omega.”
Wyatt’s breath hissed through his teeth. “I—I’m terrible. I’m worthless, Raph.”
Was that what he really thought? Raph bit down on Wyatt’s neck, sucking hard on his skin. Wyatt arched beneath him. Worthless... How did he turn that back on Wyatt, so Wyatt could get off? “Yeah, you aren’t really worth much,” Raph murmured against his shoulder. “If all you can do is beg your brother to fuck you, because no one else would.”
Wyatt bit his lip, his blush rising all the way to his hairline, his cock growing thick.
Fuck, he really likes this. Raph rubbed his palm over Wyatt’s cock, thumbing his head. “Look at this, Wyatt. You’re such a shameless slut, all ready for your brother’s cock.”
Can’t believe I just said that.
Wyatt groaned, rutting up, his cock heavy in Raph’s hand. “Slap me, Raph. Please.”
Raph had been avoiding that. “Not yet. Not until you believe how little you’re worth.”
“I—I believe you.” Wyatt’s throat worked. He braced his feet against the bed, pushed his hips up, grinding against Raph’s abs. And Raph set his palm on Wyatt’s hip, shoved him back down against the bed. Wyatt gasped.
“Do you really?” Raph whispered. He trailed kisses up Wyatt’s neck, nipped at his earlobe. With his heart pounding too hard, he murmured in Wyatt’s ear. “I hate you.”
A low whimper slipped out of Wyatt’s throat. “How much do you hate me?”
Musk rolled off his skin. Wyatt slipped his hand down Raph’s chest, caressing his abs, his bulge, his touch hungry.
So maybe Raph could do this. Wyatt had asked to be slapped, multiple times. Raph would do it lightly, so it didn’t actually hurt.
He brought his hand up to Wyatt’s cheek, caressed the soft, velvety skin of his face. Raph pressed a kiss to his forehead. Then he lifted his fingers away, and tapped them lightly against Wyatt’s cheek, just hard enough to make an impact.
Wyatt gasped, his eyes flying open, his pupils dilated.
“That good enough?” Raph murmured. Please don’t ask me to hit you harder.
“No,” Wyatt said. “I deserve more.”
Gods, why do you think that? Raph pressed his forehead to Wyatt’s, breathed him in.
“Raph, please.” Wyatt squirmed, his bare skin rubbing against Raph’s clothes. “Just one good, hard slap.”
Thought you said you didn’t need it hard. Raph closed his eyes, sighing. “Just one.”
Wyatt nodded quickly. “Please.”
Just so Wyatt liked it, Raph whispered, “You’re twisted, screwing your brother like this. Carrying my baby. I’m ashamed of you.”
Wyatt’s mouth fell open, his eyes vulnerable.
Raph slapped him, hard. And Wyatt’s breath punched out of him, the tip of his cock pushing out of its foreskin.
“More,” Wyatt said, reaching down to stroke himself. Raph wasn’t sure how to answer. How to even react to this. Except Wyatt liked being hurt, and this... maybe Raph could make it up to him later, if he could bring Wyatt to that place he wanted. Where he cried, and was hard, and Raph could pleasure him.
So Raph knelt over him, gripped Wyatt’s hair in his fist, and slapped his other cheek.
Wyatt moaned, rocking his hips up, fucking into his own hand. And Raph breathed in his heady musk, his own blood surging south. He fitted his growing, covered cock against Wyatt’s ass, rutted up so Wyatt could feel it.
Wyatt whined. The slick from his ass smeared against Raph’s bulge, leaving a dark patch on his pants. And Raph’s cock swelled, his pants growing tight. I can’t believe I’m getting off on this.
“You like being a liability,” Raph said, reaching down to pull his belt open, unzip his pants. He slipped his cock and balls out, sighing at the relief it gave him. “You’re gonna have your brother fuck your worthless ass, and you’re gonna take all my come. I’ll put another baby inside you.”
Wyatt’s breath shuddered out of him. His need was palpable in his ragged breathing, his fingers gripped tight around his cock. And it soaked into Raph, somehow. Made him need his omega, need to let Wyatt feel his cock. He wanted to bury himself inside Wyatt, fill him with seed.
Raph caught Wyatt’s knees, pinned them to either side of him. Then he slid his bare cock between Wyatt’s cheeks, right against his hole. Wyatt groaned, his own cock flushed, glistening with precome.
Raph slipped his hand behind Wyatt’s back, sat him up on the bed. Then he knelt, rubbed the tip of his cock over Wyatt’s soft lips, pushing into his mouth. Wyatt took him deep, choking, his throat working as he tried to swallow Raph down. It looked uncomfortable. And Raph let Wyatt worship his cock, ready to pull back if Wyatt tried to hurt himself.
He thought Wyatt might turn away, say he’d had enough. Instead, Wyatt took Raph down his throat, his lips stretched around Raph’s cock, his eyes dark with arousal. And he was so damn tight inside.
Raph panted, holding himself still. His body hummed with pleasure. It was insane, him getting this hard when he was in the middle of shaming his omega.
Wyatt had wanted Raph to make him cry.
How do I do that? Raph didn’t want
