He twisted his fingers into Wyatt’s hair, slid out of his mouth. Wyatt gasped, his chest heaving, his eyes wet from trying to swallow Raph’s cock. Raph brushed his tears away, cradled his face. Touched Wyatt so he knew Raph was still there, still with him.
Raph rubbed his glistening tip over Wyatt’s lips. “Suck my cock. That’s all you’re good for, isn’t it?”
Wyatt groaned, his soft tongue flicking out, lapping over Raph’s tip. The insult didn’t cut deep enough.
“I’m gonna leave you after this,” Raph said.
Wyatt froze, his eyes growing wide. And that was what he’d been afraid of; Raph hadn’t realized that before.
“You’re not worth my time,” Raph said. “An omega like you? You’re worthless even with a baby.”
Wyatt’s breath snagged. He blinked hard. Further below, his cock jerked.
Gods, how the fuck does that get you off?
“I’m gone after this,” Raph said, the words sliding off his tongue like heavy stones. “The bonding was a lie, Wyatt.”
Wyatt’s lower lip trembled. Raph’s heart squeezed. I won’t actually do that. You know it, don’t you?
He paused, cupping Wyatt’s face, tipping his head back so their eyes met. Wyatt’s gaze was dark, despairing, and Raph hadn’t seen him this upset, not from something Raph had done.
“Enough?” Raph asked softly.
Wyatt shook his head. “More,” he rasped. “Slap me again.”
Raph’s heart ached. With their gazes locked, he slapped Wyatt again, hard enough to leave a mark. Wyatt hissed.
“You aren’t good enough for me, Wy. I’ve fucked other omegas out there. All of them are better than you. And none of them would suck their brothers off—you’re the only sick one.”
Wyatt groaned, stroking himself. “You think so?”
“I know you, Wy. You’re not worth my time. I don’t know why I’m even here.”
Wyatt swallowed and blinked hard. “Do you hate me, Raph?”
He looked like he was about to cry, now. Raph’s breath caught. “Yeah, I hate you,” he said. “I’m embarrassed to call you my omega. You don’t deserve to be bonded, especially not to me.”
Wyatt sucked in a shaky breath, his hand slowing on his cock. “How—” he gulped “—how worthless am I?”
Fuck if I know. You aren’t worthless at all.
“You don’t deserve my love,” Raph said. “You think you’re good enough for something, but you’re really not.”
Raph leaned in when Wyatt trembled, slipping his hand around Wyatt’s back, just to hold him. Because Wyatt was looking at him now, helpless and raw, his hand motionless.
Wyatt truly believed him. He’d opened the most vulnerable parts of his heart to Raph, and he wanted Raph to hurt him there.
And Raph had promised he would. Gods, this was the first and last time he ever agreed to this.
Raph kissed his ear. “You’re like a dirty secret I can’t tell anyone. I wish I’d never bonded with someone as shameless as you.”
Wyatt trembled, tears welling up in his eyes. Precome leaked down the side of his cock. “Really?” he choked. “You—you’d drop me as your mate?”
“I would’ve dropped you yesterday,” Raph whispered, winding his fingers into Wyatt’s hair, wishing Wyatt wasn’t believing every word he said. He reached down with his other hand, took Wyatt’s straining cock between his fingers. It throbbed against him. “You’re so damn hard right now. You don’t want to be mine, do you? That’s fine. I don’t want you, either. I’m gonna fuck you, and then I’m gonna leave.”
Wyatt whined, soft and defenseless. And the tears rolled down his cheeks, catching in the lamplight.
Raph closed his eyes, breathing out. I’m so sorry, Wy.
“You’d leave?” Wyatt asked, his voice cracking.
“Yeah. I’ll pack my things, like those clothes in the closet. You don’t deserve to have me around.” Raph stroked Wyatt’s cock, his fingertips catching on its fine veins. How are you this hard when you think I’m leaving? “That mark on your neck? It means nothing.”
Wyatt trembled, and Raph pressed a soft kiss to his mouth. Licked over his lower lip, slipped inside. Wyatt met him, tangled their tongues together, his breath damp.
“You don’t deserve any love,” Raph murmured. “Not mine, and not anyone else’s.”
He wiped the tears off Wyatt’s cheeks, trailed his fingers down to Wyatt’s tight balls. This was perhaps the hardest Raph had ever seen him, short of when he’d been in heat. He squeezed Wyatt’s cock, stroked him from base to tip. Wyatt groaned, his cock jerking in Raph’s hand.
“Raph, please.”
“Please what?” Tell me to stop, Wy. Please.
“More,” Wyatt said. “Hurt me harder.”
Raph sighed, pressing their foreheads together. Another ten minutes. Just a little while, enough for Wyatt to get off.
“Okay,” he said, kissing Wyatt on the lips. Then he lifted his hand, slapped Wyatt across the cheek. Wyatt gasped. His cheeks were pink now, damp with tears.
“I shouldn’t have come back to Meadowfall,” Raph said. “I shouldn’t have given you a chance. Just for this? You’re only a set of holes for me to fuck.”
A helpless sound slipped from Wyatt’s mouth, and Raph thought he might cry, himself.
“I’m gonna leave you after I come. You don’t deserve my time, Wy. You don’t deserve my love.”
Wyatt choked, and his face crumpled. “I-I d-don’t?”
He sobbed then, stuttering gasps that wracked through his frame. Raph’s heart broke. That’s what you really want? For me to love you? You know I do.
“You don’t,” Raph said, looking down between them at Wyatt’s cock, its tip a purple hue, as though he’d spill any moment. “Get on all fours. I don’t want to see your face.”
Wyatt whimpered, fumbling against the sheets. Raph slipped his arm under Wyatt’s ass, turned him around onto his knees. Wyatt’s ass was damp with slick. On the small of his back, the Drive In tattoo lingered on his skin, a reminder of the party that had started all this. Raph pressed his palm to it, the heat of Wyatt’s skin soaking into his hand.
Then Wyatt spread
