I made Wyatt cry, and I’m hard for him. What kind of sick alpha am I?
He shed his clothes, flinging them off the bed. Then he pressed in close, his thighs bumping against Wyatt’s, his cock slipping between Wyatt’s cheeks. Raph wrapped his arm around Wyatt’s chest, hugged his omega to himself.
“Enough?” Raph whispered, his heart beating against Wyatt’s back.
Wyatt shook his head, grinding back at him, his slick smearing over Raph’s cock, warm and slippery. “Fuck me,” he said, his voice thick with tears. “Tell—tell me more.”
Gods, you want more? Raph buried his face in Wyatt’s back, kissing his spine. He was running out of things to say. “When I said I loved you... I lied. I don’t.”
Wyatt made a small, helpless sound in his throat. Raph reached down, found Wyatt’s cock, damp and straining; it was the only way he could tell Wyatt still wanted this.
“If the world ends, no one will come to save you. I’d leave you alone to die in an abyss. Guess how much you’re worth to me.”
“Nothing?”
Everything. “Yeah, nothing.”
Wyatt sobbed, his body shaking against Raph’s. And yet his cock swelled in Raph’s hand. Wyatt shoved his cock into Raph’s fist, and over his shoulder, Raph glimpsed the shine of tears as they pattered onto the sheets. He swallowed hard, his chest tight.
Raph slid his cock against Wyatt’s hole, concentrating on Wyatt’s need, his omega’s body. If he thought more about how he was hurting Wyatt, he’d go soft. He pressed a kiss to Wyatt’s spine instead, traced his fingertips down Wyatt’s cock.
“I don’t want to see you after this,” Raph said. “Take the baby and leave.”
Wyatt shook, great heaving sobs that Raph held him through. How the fuck did you get so broken, Wy?
“S-so you’re f-fucking me now because...”
Raph slid his cock along Wyatt’s hole, until his tip pressed against that sweet, puckered entrance. Wyatt relaxed for him. Focus on Wyatt. Need to be hard enough to fuck him.
“You were convenient,” Raph said, breathing out. He squeezed Wyatt’s tight balls, then stroked up to Wyatt’s belly, where their baby lay. Wyatt bore his child. Wyatt was his most important person. “I hate you, Wyatt.”
Wyatt choked, his body trembling. And Raph pushed into him, groaning at his tightness, the heat of his body.
Beneath him, Wyatt moaned, shoving himself down on Raph’s cock, taking him all the way inside. Fuck, he felt like bliss. Raph snapped his hips, thrust deep into him. Wyatt gasped, fingers scrabbling against the bed, his cock dripping onto Raph’s fingers.
“More, Raph,” he gasped, his body tense. He fucked himself on Raph’s cock, his hips rolling, and he was so damn hot, so damn beautiful.
Raph gripped Wyatt’s cock, fucked him so hard he jerked forward, into Raph’s fist. Wyatt gasped, his cock so thick that Raph knew he was on the edge. If they could get through the next minute without any insults...
“Tell—tell me more.” Wyatt snapped his hips up, his ass sucking Raph in, milking him for his come.
Raph groaned, pleasure humming through his body. Just one more. “If I could—could redo this, I’d never have slept with you that first night. Never have bonded with you at all.”
Wyatt sobbed, his chest heaving. And as Raph pounded into him, Wyatt came, his cock pulsing in Raph’s hand, his body clenching tight, dragging Raph over the edge. Pleasure exploded through Raph’s body, a tidal wave of sensation that washed his thoughts out, curled his toes, until all he could think about was Wyatt, and the warmth of his omega against him.
A sliver at a time, Raph’s thoughts returned. He saw Wyatt first, beneath him. Then he heard the soft gasps, glimpsed the little shudders of Wyatt’s shoulders. And the enormity of what he’d done crashed down on him.
Raph froze, his thoughts whirling, his heart pattering too fast. “Wy?”
Wyatt didn’t move. He pressed his face into the mattress, his breathing a mix of gasps and sniffles.
“Gods, I’m so sorry, Wy.” Raph slid out of him, gathered Wyatt into his arms. Then he hefted Wyatt further up the bed, turning him around so Wyatt faced him, his eyes red, his nose blotchy. Raph’s chest squeezed. “Do you want my knot?”
Wyatt nodded, his throat working. Raph caught him under one knee, spread his legs open. Then he slipped back into Wyatt’s warmth, slowing when his growing knot caught against Wyatt’s entrance. “Gonna be a stretch,” he said.
“I know.” Wyatt moaned when Raph pushed slowly inside, spreading him open, until his knot sat firmly in Wyatt’s body, swelling. Raph’s breath rushed out of him—it always felt intimate, locked with Wyatt like this.
“How’re you feeling?” he asked, brushing Wyatt’s hair from his face. With their bodies connected, he lay down gingerly beside his omega, wiping the smeared tears off his cheeks. “Gods, I didn’t want to hurt you.”
Wyatt nodded. Raph leaned in, pressing kisses to his forehead, his cheeks, his nose.
“You didn’t really believe what I said, did you?”
Wyatt’s gaze skittered away. And Raph’s heart sank.
“Damn it, Wyatt.” Raph pressed him down against the bed, bracing one hand by Wyatt’s shoulder. “I love you, okay? Nothing will change that.”
Wyatt sucked in a deep breath, his eyelids fluttering shut. His throat worked. “It... it was so easy to believe you, Raph. I don’t... don’t deserve you. I just...”
His voice cracked, and Raph leaned in, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Don’t make me do that again,” Raph whispered, winding his fingers into Wyatt’s hair, cradling his head. He’d almost fucking cried, all because Wyatt was crying. “Gods, that was difficult. I didn’t mean any of it.”
“Oh.” Wyatt swallowed, his eyes disbelieving, the corners of his mouth turned down.
Raph kissed his lips, then along his jaw. “What do I have to do to make you believe?”
When Wyatt didn’t answer, Raph dropped kisses all over Wyatt’s face, lacing their fingers together. Then he kissed Wyatt’s chest, dragged his hands over Wyatt’s skin,
