Raph cupped Wyatt’s hips and leaned in. He tugged Wyatt’s new panties snug over his cock, so the lace stretched over it, leaving little to the imagination. Then he leaned in, dropping kisses on Wyatt’s hip, nosing the shirt up so his lips brushed Wyatt’s belly—over all the wrinkles and stretch marks.
Wyatt held his breath, expecting Raph to recoil. But like all the other times Raph had touched him, Raph caressed Wyatt’s belly, pressing kisses over every bit of his skin, even if it didn’t look like it used to.
Inch by inch, Raph pushed Wyatt’s shirt up, kissing his exposed belly. He nudged Wyatt’s shirt further, kissing his chest. Not once did Raph stop touching him at all.
“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever known,” Raph murmured, splaying his large hands across Wyatt’s belly. “I’m looking forward to marrying you.”
Wyatt’s heart skipped. “Even like this?”
Raph pressed his face against Wyatt’s belly, nuzzling it. “You’re still the prettiest, hottest omega to me.”
His smile was soft, his hands gentle on Wyatt’s skin. And the look in Raph’s eyes—he was absolutely honest about this. Wyatt’s breath snagged in his throat. “You really think so.”
“You’re perfect, Wy. You’re strong, the staff at the drive-in think you’re awesome, and our children love you. They’re growing up happy.”
“I guess you’re right,” Wyatt said, a little bit convinced.
Raph brushed his wrists down Wyatt’s sides. “You’re healthy and happy, too. Not much more I can ask for.”
“But my belly—”
“That isn’t all of you. You carried our kids there. It’s a mark of how strong you are.” Raph kissed Wyatt’s navel. “You’re stronger than me.”
Wyatt blushed. “I’m not.”
“Yes, you are. And you mean the world to me.” Raph cradled Wyatt’s belly, nuzzling him there. “I can’t wait to make you mine. The panties look amazing on you.” He squeezed Wyatt’s ass, slipping his fingers through the gaps between the ribbons. “How pretty the panties are to you—It’s like how pretty you are to me, except you’re a million times prettier.” Raph rubbed his still-hard cock against Wyatt’s knee, squeezing Wyatt’s ass. “Need more proof?”
The wrinkles hadn’t made Raph lose any interest at all. Wyatt cracked a smile. “I’m more convinced now.”
Raph rumbled, kissing Wyatt’s cock through his panties. Then he scooped Wyatt up, their covered cocks pressed together, and carried him to the bed. There, Raph dropped Wyatt onto the mattress, shrugging out of his own clothes.
Heat swooped between Wyatt’s legs. Raph’s biceps flexed and bunched, his skin tanned, his cock straining up, seeking its omega. Wyatt leaked, his hole squeezing. He was so prepared for Raph, all over again.
Raph discarded his boxers, never once taking his eyes off Wyatt. Then he prowled onto the bed, his shoulder muscles rippling, his thighs thick and strong. But his cock—that was flushed, its tip glistening with precome, ready to open up Wyatt and slide inside. Wyatt moaned and spread his legs.
“Damn, Wy,” Raph rasped, pumping his cock. “I need to claim you so bad. Leave my mark inside you.”
Wyatt’s insides ached with how much he needed his alpha in return. Whimpering, he reached into his panties, pulling apart his asscheeks. Raph swore. He was upon Wyatt in an instant, his cock shoved hungrily against Wyatt’s balls, his breath hot on Wyatt’s lips.
“Mine,” Raph growled, pressing their cocks together, his own so much bigger than Wyatt’s. “Gonna make you feel pretty inside, too.”
Wyatt writhed, his hole fluttering, eager to take his alpha’s cock. “H-How?”
Raph’s smile sharpened. “You have to ask?”
He kissed Wyatt deeply, thrusting his tongue deep into Wyatt’s mouth so he whimpered. Raph braced his arms on either side of Wyatt’s shoulders. Then he leaned in, his heat radiating into Wyatt’s skin.
“Feels so good when I touch you with my cock,” Raph growled, grasping the elastic band of Wyatt’s panties. He lifted it off Wyatt’s skin, slid his cock under the lace, and brushed their most sensitive parts together, skin on bare skin. Wyatt writhed.
“Would’ve gotten a pair that would fit around both of us,” Raph growled, his precome leaking onto Wyatt’s cock. “But I wasn’t sure I could stay outside you long enough if I got into your pants.”
The thought of Raph plowing inside him made Wyatt slicker. Musk rolled off his skin; Raph swore, snapping his hips, his cock grinding damply against Wyatt’s belly. Wyatt’s cock grew so hard it ached, shoving up against his alpha.
“Raph, please,” Wyatt begged, lifting his hips. “I need you inside.”
“Fuck.” Raph’s breath punched out of him. He caught Wyatt beneath the knee and pinned his leg to the side, holding him open. Then he pulled his cock out of Wyatt’s panties, reaching through the criss-crossing ribbons. “I’m opening up the ribbons,” Raph growled. “So I can fit my cock through and fuck you.”
Wyatt pictured it, his cock jerking. That was so lewd, it almost felt forbidden. He grew hot all over, his skin damp with sweat, his body aching, needing to be opened.
Raph pushed his fingers between the ribbons, teasing them apart. His fingertips skimmed Wyatt’s hole; Wyatt held his breath. But Raph nudged at the ribbons instead. When Raph didn’t touch him again, Wyatt whined.
Raph’s smile grew. “Yeah?”
“Touch me.”
“Where?” Raph’s fingers slipped to the side, skimming Wyatt’s cheeks. Even though Wyatt’s hole was right there, exposed for him.
“My hole,” Wyatt hissed, relaxing for Raph.
“Gods, Wy.” Raph stroked his hole, before pushing his fingers inside, stretching him open. “So tight.” He slid his fingers deeper, until his knuckles pressed against Wyatt’s hole and his fingers were shoved hard against Wyatt’s prostate, massaging it. Wyatt gasped for breath, his body over-sensitive, his cock leaking, trapped in its lacy confines.
When Raph was satisfied with the spread of the ribbons, he reached down, holding Wyatt’s gaze as he dragged his wrist down his cock, leaving his scent all over it. He would mark Wyatt inside with his scent, too.
Wyatt groaned, pulling his asscheeks apart. “Raph, please.”
Raph lost his composure, surging forward, his blunt tip shoving
