“I have tea,” Felix says, his voice lowering by a notch. He glances at Kade from the corner of his eye, his gaze flickering down Kade’s chest, to the tent in his pants. Felix’s breath rushes out of him. “Or... or water. Or coffee. Whatever you want.”
Kade swallows. “What if I want something else?”
“We’ll find a solution for it,” Felix says. He lifts his chin to expose his throat. Taste me, Kade reads, and he’s crossing the five feet between them, curling his hand around Felix’s narrow waist, dipping his head to mesh their lips together.
Felix tastes the same, like lavender. Kade groans into his mouth, brushing his lips over Felix’s, and he stops thinking. He slips a hand down Felix’s chest, pulling his jacket open, rubbing his hard nipples. Felix moans, hips bucking.
Kade slides against his tongue, smoothing his hand down Felix’s abdomen to his cock. Felix’s breath hitches. He presses heavily into Kade’s palm, so hard it’s as though he hasn’t fucked anyone in years. Kade growls. Felix tastes the same, like nothing has changed. Kade rucks his shirt up, dragging his hand down Felix’s back, down his chest, grinding the scent gland at his wrist against Felix’s skin. He wants Felix to smell like him, wants everyone to know Felix is his, even though Felix hasn’t been for years.
His omega writhes. Kade shoves him up against the wall, his need spiking when Felix groans softly, his hands coming up to tug at his own pants. Kade knocks his hands away, hooks a thumb into his waistband. He wants to pleasure Felix, see the way Felix craves his touch.
Felix gulps, panting when Kade kisses along his jaw, down his throat, sucking lightly. Kade licks over his pulse, feels the way it jumps against his tongue. He kisses down the base of Felix’s throat, where his scent gland is, and drags his teeth against it.
Felix cries out. He tugs Kade’s shirt free, flattening his hands against his bare abs. Then he reaches down to squeeze Kade’s cock, and pleasure hums in his body. “Kade,” he breathes, his voice low and rasping. “Kade, please.”
“Please what?” Kade presses him harder against the wall, pushes his hand down Felix’s pants, barely squeezing it in. His fingers brush over the smooth, damp length of his cock. Felix throws his head back, his tip smearing against Kade’s palm. Kade throbs, the pressure at his groin spiking.
“Bedroom,” Felix hisses, rutting against his hand, his musk so thick that Kade can almost drink it. And so Kade grinds his wrist against Felix’s cock, marking him with his scent, dragging his wrist down to his groin, over his hips. “Need—need you inside.”
He growls, hearing those words. Kade wraps his arms around Felix’s smaller frame, hefts him up by his ass, and his fingers press into the damp fabric of Felix’s jeans. You’re so damn wet. Felix spreads his thighs, wraps his arms around Kade’s shoulders, and for a breathless moment, all Kade wants to do is heft him against the wall and push inside him, just like that.
“D’you have a condom?” Kade asks. “Don’t wanna knock you up. That’ll be a mess.”
Felix winces, and Kade regrets asking. He doesn’t want to remind Felix about the past.
“I don’t,” Felix says, his forehead wrinkling. “I—I’m on BC.”
So Kade drags Felix down his chest, the bulge of Felix’s pants rubbing against his abs, along his cock. Felix trembles, his jeans drenching through. Kade swears. He finds the bedroom, flicks the light on, and throws Felix onto the bed, pulling their shoes off, then Felix’s pants.
Felix squirms, lifting his hips to help. The moist, heavy scent of his arousal swamps over Kade. His cock throbs in his pants, and he flings Felix’s jeans to the side, grasping his pale, thin thighs, pinning them apart to lap between his glistening cheeks.
It’s been five years since Kade last saw him, and Felix still tastes the same; salty, musky. Kade flicks his tongue against his damp hole, the ring of muscle rough against his tongue. Then he pushes inside that tight heat to taste him. Felix’s strangled cry fills the corners of the room. He squirms against Kade, cock straining. Kade licks up his soft balls, sniffing at their musk, before lapping along his cock, his nostrils flaring at his own cedar scent on Felix, the way Felix’s cock smells like his.
Pulsing, Kade crawls up the bed, straddling him, tugging Felix’s shirt and jacket up over his head. Felix slips out of them, naked beneath him, his skin pale, his cock leaking onto his abdomen. He looks so vulnerable.
Kade tosses his clothes to the side, gaze trailing over the growing flush on Felix’s chest, down his thin arms, to the teeth-shaped scar on Felix’s wrist, left from a smaller jaw an age ago. You haven’t belonged to anyone else, Kade thinks, and triumph roars in his chest, chasing through his limbs.
Felix turns his wrist against the bed, looking away.
But he can’t hide the fact that no one else has claimed him. Kade shrugs out of his clothes, his breath puffing through his nose. Felix’s eyes rake over his chest, down his abs, to his thick, heavy cock. He squirms, spreading his legs, relaxing his hole.
The moment Kade is just as naked, he climbs atop his omega, kissing him deep. Felix accepts him into his mouth, his hands fluttering up Kade’s sides, tracing him with his own scent. It feels like acceptance, somehow. Kade grinds their cocks together, leaking precum onto Felix’s skin, slicking them both. Felix mewls.
It isn’t enough. Kade rubs their bodies together, chest-to-chest, his hands smoothing over Felix’s back, down his arms, marking along his sides. He drips, just having Felix in his arms again, smelling like he’s his.
Mine, he almost growls, but he swallows it, pushing his cock against Felix’s, licking into his mouth, claiming his mate again. And
