“Everywhere!” Wyatt panted, slipping his hand around Raph’s wrist. Then he shoved Raph’s hand down against his own covered cock, rocking into his palm. “Raph, please.”
“You’re so damn hard.” With deft fingers, Raph undid Wyatt’s pants, dragging the zip down. Then he dug his fingers into Wyatt’s briefs, pulled his cock out, his calluses catching on Wyatt’s skin. Wyatt’s cock jerked into his hand. He moaned, pushing up at Raph, his body so tight he couldn’t stay still. “Stay down,” Raph said.
He released Wyatt’s cock, caught his hip, and shoved him back against the mattress, pinning him so he couldn’t move. And a dark thrill shot down Wyatt’s spine, his cock leaking. “What if I don’t?”
Raph chuckled, his hot palm dragging down the inside of Wyatt’s thigh, holding him open. “Then you’re gonna need a lesson.”
The thought of Raph taking control, holding him, pleasuring him... It sent blood surging between Wyatt’s legs, made him throb. Were he with another alpha, he wouldn’t cede control. But with Raph... he trusted this man, this alpha. So he shoved Raph’s hand off his hip. Twisted around, and scrambled across the bed.
Raph’s breath hissed in the darkness behind him. “You think you can run?”
The next moment, the mattress dipped beside him. And a hot, strong arm slid around Wyatt’s ribs. It fell to his waist, hooked tight, and dragged him backward, until his back slammed against the solid wall of Raph’s body, and Raph shoved his cock up against Wyatt’s ass, thick and hungry. Wyatt shuddered.
“You can’t hold me down,” he gasped, even as he rolled his ass against Raph’s hips. But with the denim between them, Raph wouldn’t feel the soft, inviting curves of Wyatt’s ass. So Wyatt pushed his jeans down, dragged his bare ass against Raph’s cock, so it pressed an indent into his skin.
Raph swore, his hips snapping forward, grinding between Wyatt’s cheeks. “Damn straight I’ll hold you down.”
“Try harder.”
Wyatt scrambled, blindly grasping at the sheets as he yanked himself out of Raph’s arms, his cock catching against Raph’s elbow, shoving up against his skin. Raph groaned, grabbed at Wyatt’s pants, and yanked his briefs down, so his clothes dragged down his thighs, leaving his groin exposed. Cool air brushed his cock. Wyatt lunged forward.
And Raph dragged his pants off his legs, knocking Wyatt’s knees out from beneath him. Wyatt hit the mattress with a gasp.
In seconds, his pants and briefs hit the floor with a rustle. Raph climbed between Wyatt’s legs, pushed them apart. Wyatt’s breath fled his lungs. He climbed to his knees, feeling around for the edge of the mattress.
They were on a queen-sized bed; there wasn’t plenty of space to move. Just as his fingers caught the edge, Raph’s hands closed around the tops of his thighs, dragged him backward. The position left Wyatt deliciously spread; Raph found his balls, squeezed, and the pressure sent a jolt up his body. Wyatt moaned.
Raph pressed his face to Wyatt’s ass, his nose skimming up along his crack. Then his tongue flicked out damply against Wyatt’s cheek, and his breath rushed against Wyatt’s hole.
“Gonna stay now?” Raph whispered, his warm fingers sliding up Wyatt’s cock, sending brief whispers of pleasure through his nerves.
“Fuck no,” Wyatt whispered, shoving his cock against Raph’s fingers. The moment Raph released his balls, Wyatt followed the edge of the bed, lunging for the pillows.
Raph snared him around the waist, his body crashing up against Wyatt’s, his cock shoving between Wyatt’s cheeks. The thin fabric of his boxers caught between them, but it didn’t hide the shape of Raph’s cock, the eager press of it. Wyatt groaned, ground back against him.
Raph was big. Strong. He let Wyatt run just because he could, because it felt good to catch him, over and over. And Wyatt liked being caught. Liked having Raph try to tame him, showing Wyatt just how hard he was for him.
“Gonna take my cock now?” Raph whispered, grinding against Wyatt’s hole.
Wyatt trembled, his body aching for more. For Raph to pin him, stretch him open, fill him up. Except giving in would be too easy, wouldn’t it? “You’d have to make me.”
A growl rumbled from Raph’s chest, vibrating into Wyatt’s back. He hauled Wyatt closer, so Wyatt’s thighs pressed against the coarse fabric of his jeans. Raph pushed Wyatt’s shirt up, pinched his nipples. And pleasure and pain shot down his spine, made him arch.
“Let me feel you,” Wyatt groaned.
“This isn’t enough?” Raph rutted up between his cheeks, the fabric of his boxers dragging against Wyatt’s damp hole.
“No.”
Raph leaned away from Wyatt for a moment. When he pressed close again, his cock was bare, his boxers bunched around his thighs. His cock slid silkily over Wyatt’s ass, nudging between his cheeks, spreading them with its thickness. It would feel so good inside. Wyatt’s breath shuddered out of him.
“Do you yield?” Raph murmured.
“No,” Wyatt hissed.
Raph wound his fingers into Wyatt’s hair, gripping tight enough that Wyatt’s scalp prickled. With a light tug, Raph turned Wyatt around to face him, then pressed his face down low. Raph rolled his hips. The tip of his cock slid against Wyatt’s cheek, kissed his lips.
In the dark, Wyatt couldn’t see Raph’s face, couldn’t tell what he looked like in this moment. But there was care in the firmness of his touch, the way Raph whispered, “Taste me.”
Wyatt’s face burned. He leaned in, tracing the ridged underside of Raph’s cock with his tongue, licking all the way to his base. When he trailed kisses up to Raph’s tip, a drop of salty precome smeared across his tongue. Wyatt took Raph into his mouth, moaned when Raph pushed in, slow and careful.
And maybe Raph had been giving him more care than he deserved. Wyatt wasn’t the best omega. He was used goods, and he had struggled through life, failing at things until he’d climbed out of the holes he’d dug. Raph needed better than that. Needed an omega
