So Wyatt took Raph’s cock deep into his mouth, gagging when Raph hit the back of his throat. Tears sprang to his eyes. He didn’t deserve to feel comfortable.
“Didn’t say you could do that.” Raph slid partway out of his mouth, rough fingers caressing Wyatt’s cheek. “C’mon. Don’t force yourself.”
Wyatt shoved himself down on Raph’s cock anyway, trying to take him deeper, choking when Raph’s thick tip blocked his airway. Wyatt gulped, and tried again, took Raph down his throat. His lungs burned.
Raph released his hair. Grasped Wyatt’s head lightly with both hands, and pulled him off. Wyatt gasped for breath, his cock still aching.
“Wy,” Raph whispered, his thumbs brushing Wyatt’s tears away. “I don’t need you to do that.”
And he pulled Wyatt up, brushing their lips together, his warm breath caressing Wyatt’s cheek.
“You okay?” Raph asked against his mouth. He slipped his hand between them, over Wyatt’s chest, down his abdomen, to his cock.
“Yeah,” Wyatt breathed. He was the worst, doing this with his stepbrother. But Raph squeezed his cock, stroked him so pleasure jolted through his thoughts. Wyatt gasped and jerked into his hand, those terrible words fleeing his mind. “Raph—”
He was still hard. Maybe Raph should’ve shamed him, and Wyatt would’ve come from that alone. But Raph scooped Wyatt up in his arms, easing him back onto the bed, resting Wyatt’s head on the pillows.
He ran his fingers through Wyatt’s hair, rubbing slow, careful strokes into his scalp. Then he pressed soft kisses down Wyatt’s throat, his clavicles, his stomach, to where his cock strained between them, thick and far too sensitive.
Raph kissed his tip. Then he took Wyatt’s cock into his mouth, slow and certain, and swirled his tongue around Wyatt’s head, kissing Wyatt just as intimately as he did his lips. Wyatt groaned, leaking onto his tongue, his balls drawing up tight.
With firm fingers, Raph spread Wyatt’s thighs, then his cheeks, exposing his hole. He pressed a kiss just to the side of Wyatt’s entrance, blew over it, his warm breath touching the deepest crevices of Wyatt’s body. Wyatt squirmed. “Raph—”
“Shh.” Raph kicked his pants off, crawled back up. When he fitted his body to Wyatt’s, his skin slid like hot silk against Wyatt’s limbs.
“Tonight, I’m your alpha.” Raph’s voice was soft between them, like a secret in the dark.
“My alpha,” Wyatt answered, groaning when Raph caught his knees, spread his thighs open so his hole lay exposed, damp and ready. “I want your knot.”
Raph groaned. He fitted himself between Wyatt’s legs, rubbing their cocks together for a heartbeat. Then he climbed closer, so his thighs bumped into Wyatt’s ass, the point of his cock dragging damp against Wyatt’s skin. “Gonna take me inside?”
“Please.”
And Raph sank into him in one smooth stroke, sliding home, until his balls tapped Wyatt lightly on the ass. He was big inside, thick and hot and solid. Wyatt stopped breathing. Raph began to move, slow, easy strokes that lit all his nerves.
“I need—” Wyatt gasped, sliding his hands down Raph’s chest. Raph leaned in, slid in deep, his cock grinding against Wyatt’s prostate. Pleasure sizzled down his nerves. “Need—fuck!”
“Gonna need you to keep quiet,” Raph whispered. “Don’t scream.”
He thrust into Wyatt, and for a breathless moment, Wyatt couldn’t think. “I-I—Fuck, Raph.”
“Shh.” Raph thrust into him again. Wyatt’s breath punched out of his lungs; he panted, whimpering, his nails digging into Raph’s sides.
“Raph—Raph, I...”
Raph pressed his palm over Wyatt’s mouth, and fucked in hard. Wyatt choked, his nails scraping against the sheets, his body wound tight. “I need you to keep quiet,” Raph said slowly, his breathing ragged, “or you’re gonna wake your kid.”
Your kid wound into the parts of Wyatt’s mind that were still intact. He struggled to hold on to it, whining into Raph’s hand when Raph slid in again.
“Wy,” Raph said.
“I know,” Wyatt gasped, biting down hard on Raph’s hand. And Raph snapped his hips, his cock grinding right up against Wyatt’s prostate. Wyatt saw stars; his breath shuddered out of him.
Raph increased his pace, leaning in close. His chest dragged hot and damp against Wyatt’s. Their hips crashed together. With every thrust, Wyatt’s cock ached, his nerves overloading, his body shaking with the tension inside him.
“Raph,” he gasped. Raph hit his prostate, and Wyatt choked down his scream.
“Gonna come,” Raph panted, his thrusts growing feverish. He smelled like heavy musk, and he buried his face in Wyatt’s shoulder, his lips catching on Wyatt’s scent gland.
Then his teeth dragged against Wyatt’s skin, as though he would bite, mark Wyatt as his bondmate.
Raph would make me his. The thought slid into Wyatt’s mind, flung him over the edge. Pleasure sluiced through him, white-hot, and Wyatt tensed, his body clenching, his nails dragging down Raph’s back. Raph swore; his hips stuttered, and his teeth sank into Wyatt’s skin hard, a prick of pain that ripped a second wave of pleasure through Wyatt’s nerves.
Wyatt came, and came, and the bliss that rocked through his body felt like it would never end.
Raph held him for a long moment, his teeth disengaging from Wyatt’s shoulder. Wyatt flopped back against the pillows, floating on a cloud, his mind a haze of satisfied, blissful emptiness.
“Fuck,” Raph whispered, pressing his forehead against Wyatt’s shoulder, his arms curving tight around Wyatt’s back. “Gods. I don’t... don’t think I’ve done that with anyone before. That was fucking intense.”
Wyatt hummed his agreement, his thoughts swimming somewhere in the stratosphere. Raph’s knot grew inside him, a wide, heavy weight that stretched him inside, locked their bodies together, sending a hum of pleasure through Wyatt’s limbs. He groaned, hooking his legs around Raph’s waist, trying to drag him closer. “So good. You bit me and I came forever.”
“I...” Raph sucked in a deep breath, his fingers squeezing against Wyatt’s shoulder. “Wait. I bit you.”
“Yeah. Right on... on the scar.”
The alarm bells at the back of his mind grew louder, drowning out his thoughts.
“Shit.” Raph fumbled with something to the side, pressing close to
