Kade rounds the counter. Felix watches him, eyes widening when Kade’s almost in the “Employees Only” zone. He hurries forward, faltering two steps away. Kade closes the gap between them, pulling his bondmate into a tight hug.
“I’m proud of you,” Kade whispers in his ear, running his palm down Felix’s spine. He’s always loved Felix’s drawings: the peaceful mountainsides, the lush forests, the colorful, exotic streets. And Kade’s glad and relieved that someone else recognizes the beauty of those paintings, that something good has emerged from all their efforts.
Felix’s belly pushes against him, and Felix presses his nose into Kade’s shoulder, hands curling into his shirt. “Really?” he mumbles. “I’m just... I...”
“Yeah. You deserve it,” Kade says, holding his omega to himself. Felix’s body fits perfectly against his, slender and warm. Kade buries his nose in Felix’s hair. Felix smells like lavender and a trace of honey, and hugging him makes Kade think of home, of a cozy hearth and easy conversations.
“Thank you.” Felix sniffles, hiding his face. “I can show you the sales on my phone. It’s amazing. That is, if you want to see it.”
“Sure,” Kade says, pressing his lips to Felix’s forehead. Felix’s cheeks darken.
He slips out of Kade’s arms, hurrying to the backroom. There’s no one in the store right now, so Kade follows, his heart thumping in his chest. Maybe Felix can afford not to work for a few months, paint more, and take better care of himself.
Kade steps into the shadowy backroom after him. Felix turns the lights on, fishing in his pocket for his locker key. Kade can’t help looking him over—rosy cheeks, baggy shirt, swollen belly. Felix is his omega, and protectiveness surges through his chest. He wants to pull Felix close, defend him, pleasure him. Make him cry out and shudder.
Kade slips his hand around Felix’s elbow, flicking the lights back off. Felix glances up at him in surprise.
“Before you do that,” Kade murmurs, turning his omega to face him. Then he shoves Felix up against the lockers, pinning him down with a hand on his chest. Felix gasps, his pupils dilating. Kade steps between his feet, lowering his mouth to Felix’s, brushing lightly against his lips.
“Before that, what?” Felix whispers, his breath hot on Kade’s skin. He winds his fingers into Kade’s shirt, and Kade cups him between his legs, finding the hard line of his cock through his pants. Mine.
Kade huffs his laughter. “All it takes is that,” he growls, increasing the pressure on Felix’s chest, “and you’re hard.”
“Are you surprised?”
Kade snorts. After all these years? “No.”
Felix rolls his hips. Kade covers his cock with his hand, and Felix groans. “But I can’t—can’t believe you’re doing this here.”
“You aren’t saying no,” Kade murmurs. Light from the store shines into the backroom, lighting a skewed rectangular patch on the floor, and the storefront is quiet. So Kade hooks his fingers into Felix’s waistband, and Felix whimpers. “Consider it my way of saying congrats.”
The zipper pulls open with a harsh rasp. Kade slips his thumb into Felix’s briefs, easing it down to expose the silky skin of his cock. Then he lifts it out with his finger so it juts between them, flushed and hard. Felix pushes his hips up, needing more.
“Tell me what you want,” Kade whispers, sucking on his earlobe.
“Touch me,” Felix groans, rocking up against Kade’s palm, his cock leaving a damp trail on his skin. “Don’t just pull it out and leave it.”
Kade smirks, grasping his foreskin lightly with his fingers, sliding it down to expose his tip. “What if I do?”
Felix trembles, his breaths stuttering. “Here?”
Kade traces his fingers down the underside of his cock, then back up. Felix is so big it has to hurt—and it’s something else Kade remembers from their past—he likes being exposed like this, where someone can catch them. “You’re so damn hard.”
“Touch me,” Felix hisses, bucking up, so his cock grinds helplessly against Kade’s hand. “Kade, please.”
And so Kade leans in, breathing in the musk rolling off his omega. He licks down Felix’s throat, curling his fingers lightly around his cock, stroking him, and Felix fucks into the circle of his fingers. Kade squeezes him once, listening to the hitch of his breath, before he lowers his mouth to Felix’s chest, biting lightly on his nipple through his shirt. Felix grunts, his hips stuttering.
Kade drops to his knees, at face-level with Felix’s cock. He leans in, breathing in its heady scent, dragging his tongue slowly along it, leaving a wet trail on his skin. Then he slides two fingers against its base, angling it down at his face.
“Push inside,” Kade growls, opening his mouth slightly.
Felix groans, rolling his hips. His blunt head rubs against Kade’s lips, warm and damp, forcing them to open, and he’s grinding thick against Kade’s tongue, filling his mouth. Kade closes his lips around him, sucking him in. Felix whimpers, bucking, sliding all the way inside.
He needs Kade so much. Kade pulls away from his cock, letting it jut back up, gleaming in the light reflecting off the floor. Then he takes Felix back into his mouth, just listening to his ragged gasp, watching the way Felix’s fingers scrabble against the plastic lockers. “Kade—”
Kade sucks hard on him, once. Felix gasps, thrusting hard into his mouth. It makes his own pants uncomfortably tight, just feeling the way his omega needs him, the way Felix doesn’t quite have control over himself when Kade makes Felix fuck him.
“Hello?” someone calls from the front of the store. Felix whines. Kade glances at the splash of light coming through the doorway, his pulse thrumming. They can’t continue this without the customer walking in and finding them. So he leans back, Felix’s cock sliding out of his mouth, jutting hungrily at him.
“Guess you should go back out,” Kade says, licking his lips. Felix swears. Kade tugs Felix’s pants up around his cock, then presses its straining length down, sliding the zipper over it.
“You don’t have
