Kade sighs. “You know I can read you, right?”
Felix’s knuckles whiten over the picture frame.
Kade nods to the side. “Put that down. Don’t want you dropping it.”
Felix sets the painting carefully onto the nearby stool. Kade catches his hand, pulling him over so his shoes bump into Kade’s foot.
“Sit,” Kade says. Felix tenses. For a moment, he thinks Felix will turn and leave, now that he’s left his painting with Kade like he asked.
But Felix’s fingers tighten around his hand. “On you?”
“Wherever. On the floor or the bike if you rather do that.”
His omega hesitates, then turns his back to the driveway, crouching so his ass sinks lightly down against Kade’s thigh. His elbow bumps into Kade’s chest, and he settles, a familiar weight. Their faces are less than a foot apart, and Kade picks out the darker flecks of forest green in Felix’s eyes, the taper of his eyelashes. Felix squirms. “Like that? I’m not too heavy, am I?”
“Hell no, you’re not.” Kade slips an arm around him. Felix shifts, his ass grinding into Kade’s thigh, and a flare of heat shoots through Kade’s gut. He wants to touch between Felix’s legs, but they have things to discuss first. Like what Felix is lying about. So he leans in, nipping on Felix’s earlobe. “Tell me what you’re hiding.”
Felix’s cheeks flush a dark scarlet. “I told you, nothing.”
“I’ve known you since we were ten, Felix. Not gonna work.” Kade noses down his jaw, breathing him into his lungs.
“I should go,” Felix whispers. But Kade rubs his thumb over Felix’s palm. Felix swallows loudly. “Kade—”
“Tell me,” Kade says, kissing the corner of his mouth. It feels like he’s showing Felix too much of how he feels. “I’ve kept your secrets.”
“This isn’t...”
Kade releases his hand, dragging his palm up Felix’s inner thigh, to his groin. Felix’s jeans bulge with his arousal. A light musk rolls off his skin, and he moans softly, spreading his legs when Kade cups his cock through his pants. “C’mon,” Kade murmurs. “I won’t tell.”
“I can’t—” But Felix bites his lip, tongue flicking out to wet it, and heat surges down to Kade’s groin, makes him want to roll his omega beneath him, pin him and fuck him and make him his.
“You looked like you were scared of my mom,” Kade says, catching Felix’s earlobe between his teeth. He reaches further down, pressing behind Felix’s balls. Felix’s breath hitches, his jeans growing the slightest bit damp. Kade’s pants tighten.
“Please don’t ask,” Felix gasps, his fingers digging into Kade’s knee and hip for leverage. He pushes up into Kade’s palm. “It really has nothing to do with you.”
Kade stills. Felix is still keeping a secret from him. But if he refuses to share it, Kade won’t force him to. “No one’s going to get hurt, right?”
“No one, I promise,” Felix says, his pupils blown. Kade relaxes, tugging his loose shirt up. Felix hisses, grabbing his wrist, pushing it back down against his cock. It grinds warm and solid through rough fabric, and Kade relaxes, lets Felix guide his touch, because all he really wants is Felix needing him.
And Felix needs him like this, when he tugs Felix’s jeans open in the shadows of his body, and his cock juts out before them, a smear of precum at its tip. From the street, all anyone can see is Felix’s back, not Kade wiping his hand on his jeans, grasping Felix’s cock and stroking him. Felix’s breath shudders out of his mouth.
“Kade,” Felix whispers, his legs spreading wide. “Kade, more.”
“What do you want?” Kade murmurs, sliding Felix’s foreskin down his tip, then back up, slow, light strokes that make him squirm. Clear fluid trickles down Felix’s cock. Kade smears it around his tip, then down to his base.
Felix trembles. “Inside. Please.”
Which sends a pulse of heat between Kade’s legs, because he likes being inside, likes fucking Felix and joining them, likes filling his bondmate with his cum. He slides his fist off Felix’s cock. “Bend over the bike.”
Felix shivers, eyes growing wide. “Over the bike?”
“Yeah. Pants down.” Kade’s own precum leaks in his clothes. He wants to see this again, Felix on his bike, squirming and hungry for him. He slips his hand under Felix’s ass, squeezing so he gasps, and rolls him onto his feet. “Up.”
Felix stands unsteadily, glancing over his shoulder at the sidewalk. Kade closes the garage door. It shields them from the glaring sunlight and the invasive street noises, leaving them in the shadowy, enclosed space of the garage. Felix leans over the seat of the bike, pushing his pants down with a wriggle of his hips. Kade’s instincts roar at that sight.
He bolts the garage door, reaching down to free his own cock, sighing at the relief when it juts out of his jeans. Then he steps behind Felix, nudging the inside of his shoe. “Feet apart.”
Felix spreads his legs. Kade tugs Felix’s pants down as far as they’ll go, until he exposes his pale ass, his slender thighs, and he leans in, biting lightly on his bondmate’s ass, leaving teeth marks across his skin. Kade noses at his cheeks, licking between them, sniffing the damp musk of his arousal. On the other side of the bike, Felix’s breath hitches.
With his thumbs, Kade spreads his smooth cheeks apart, and in the shadows, Felix’s musk sends a searing desire through his veins. He pushes his tongue between Felix’s cheeks, lapping, then spreads him to expose his hole, trails of slick trickling down his inner thighs.
Kade licks the salty rivulets up first, following them to his omega’s hole, and slowly swirls his tongue around it. Felix shivers against him, relaxing, an invitation to push inside. But Kade doesn’t, merely lapping over the pucker of muscle, sniffing at the heady scent of Felix’s need. Felix pushes his ass up, his fingers digging into the leather seat. “Kade, don’t tease.”
“You don’t order me
