“Raph,” Wyatt gasped. This never got old, when Raph claimed him all over, lighting up every single nerve in his body.
“Mine,” Raph growled. He nipped at Wyatt’s mouth and bit on his lip, sliding his palm heavily down Wyatt’s back. Then he anchored Wyatt’s hips to his own, grinding their cocks together. Wyatt’s hunger spiked. He wanted to see Raph naked. He wanted to touch all the hard planes of Raph’s beautiful body.
“You sound delicious,” Raph murmured.
Wyatt couldn’t help reaching down, squeezing his alpha through the denim. Raph’s cock grew bigger in response. Wyatt’s insides turned molten-hot.
“Want something?” Raph whispered in his ear.
“You’re teasing me,” Wyatt gasped. Then he squeezed Raph’s cock again.
“That’s teasing?” Raph barked a laugh. “You ain’t seen nothing, Wy.”
He shoved his hand down the front of Wyatt’s pants. There was no more space left in there, just a breath-stealing tightness, and Raph’s callused hand wrapped around Wyatt’s sensitive cock. Wyatt gasped. Raph rubbed Wyatt’s cock between his fingers, stroking all the way to his tip.
“I love touching you like this,” Raph rumbled, grinding Wyatt’s foreskin against his cockhead. “Make you get all wet for me. Yeah, that’s it.”
Wyatt groaned, rocking his hips, trying to get Raph to touch him more. But Raph kept that light pressure, rubbing Wyatt’s exposed tip where all the nerves were. Bliss whispered through his body; Wyatt arched, tightening his grip around Raph.
The fullness between his legs increased; his pants grew tighter. All Raph did was wriggle his fingertip against Wyatt’s slit, where he was especially sensitive. Then he teased it open, stroking shallowly inside.
“Raph,” Wyatt gasped, bucking his hips, needing something. Needing more.
Instead of acquiescing, Raph ducked his head, closing his mouth around the scent gland on Wyatt’s neck. Then he sucked, and pleasure jolted down Wyatt’s spine, making his cock so hard, it hurt.
“Raph,” Wyatt whimpered, all his attention anchored onto the needy parts between his legs.
“Yeah?” Raph tightened his grip around Wyatt’s cock. “What do you want?”
“More.”
A slow smile curved Raph’s lips. He pressed Wyatt against the wall and continued stroking his cock, meshing their lips together in a slow, burning kiss. “Good enough?”
“No,” Wyatt groaned, his balls pulling tight. He needed Raph’s cock, he needed Raph inside him, filling him up. “I want this.”
He squeezed Raph’s bulge, shoving his hand down Raph’s pants, too. Two could play at that game. Wyatt found his alpha’s cock, wrapping his hand around it, tugging insistently. “Inside me.”
Raph’s gaze scorched. He squeezed Wyatt’s length, sliding his other hand down the back of Wyatt’s pants. Wyatt thought the seams might break, but Raph was stroking between his cheeks, finding his hole, rubbing the pad of his finger against all the nerves there.
“You want my cock here,” Raph growled in his ear. “I’m gonna push my cockhead against your hole, make you open around me. You’ll take my cock. All of it, Wy. Gonna come deep inside you and give you another baby.”
The thought of Raph putting a baby inside him set off something primal in Wyatt. He tumbled over the edge, coming helplessly, pleasure throbbing through his body as he shuddered.
“Fuck,” Raph growled, rubbing Wyatt’s hole. With Wyatt’s orgasm, Raph’s cock had grown rock-hard. “You’re so wet for me here.” He tapped Wyatt’s hole. Then he pushed a finger into Wyatt, swirling it around inside. “So fucking ready for my cock.”
Before Wyatt could beg for more, Raph pulled his hands out of Wyatt’s pants, leaving it emptier than before. “Raph—”
“I told you I was gonna make you feel pretty, remember?” Raph smiled, dark and hungry. He reached into his back pocket, pushing a wad of lightweight fabric into Wyatt’s hand. “Put this on.”
When Wyatt could move again, he unfolded the fabric—it was lace. A pair of panties, sheer and burgundy, with a little bow on the front and ribbons criss-crossing down the back. “It’s... really pretty,” he said, awed.
“Think it’ll help you feel pretty?” Raph unbuttoned Wyatt’s pants, pushing them down his hips. He peeled open Wyatt’s briefs, rumbling. “Looks like you made a mess here.”
Wyatt glanced down, blushing at the pearly come smeared all over his briefs and his cock. I can’t believe I came in my pants.
Raph knelt at his feet. He leaned in, licking the come off Wyatt’s cock with his soft, damp tongue, before taking Wyatt into his mouth, sucking him base to tip. He slipped his tongue under Wyatt’s foreskin, too, licking around his entire head, swallowing every last drop of come. “Mm. You taste amazing.”
“You’re such a sweet-talker,” Wyatt mumbled, his lips pulling into a smile. It was always so intimate, watching his cock disappearing into Raph’s mouth, Raph giving it a sinful kiss. The sight left Wyatt half-hard, slick smearing between his asscheeks.
Raph licked the dregs of come off Wyatt’s briefs, then shoved the underwear down his legs, along with his pants, leaving Wyatt’s bottom bared to the cool air. “Put the panties on,” Raph ordered.
Wyatt lifted his leg, pushing his toes into the scrap of lace.
Before he could put the panties on, Raph caressed his thighs. Then he reached between Wyatt’s legs, squeezing his balls, slipping his finger between Wyatt’s cheeks, nudging his hole.
Wyatt yelped. “I’m supposed to be wearing this.”
Raph’s smile turned sharp, ravenous. “Can’t stop touching you, Wy.”
Awkwardly, Wyatt pulled the panties on, Raph’s finger slipping inside his ass, pulling out, slipping back inside, stretching him open. Wyatt leaked, aroused by that intimacy. Except Raph pulled his hand away, leaning back to admire him.
The panties felt nice. They fitted Wyatt perfectly and clung to his ass, the slight coarseness of the fabric anchoring his attention between his legs. Wearing something this pretty... Wyatt felt prettier, too.
“Take your shirt off,” Raph growled.
Wyatt squirmed. “You can admire the panties with the shirt on.”
“That wasn’t what I asked.” Raph met his eyes.
The bedroom lights were bright, and Wyatt wasn’t used to stripping
