Raph froze. And Wyatt looked back at him, his gaze solemn, almost hesitant. “This—” Raph swallowed, his stomach turning. “This is what you did with that bastard? He shamed you?”
A ruddy flush washed over Wyatt’s face. He looked away, his neck red, his chest red. “You don’t... don’t have to say the exact same things,” Wyatt mumbled. “And you don’t have to hit me very hard.”
“Then what am I supposed to do?”
“Make me believe you hate me.”
Raph’s stomach dropped. How could he do this to his omega? To someone he loved?
Wyatt chanced a look back at him, biting his lip. “We’ll try it for ten minutes. Please, Raph?”
The thoughts swirled in his mind, conflicting. Wyatt wanted to be hurt. Raph had agreed to it. But by making him believe it was real... “You’ll know that I still love you, right? Regardless of what I say?”
Wyatt nodded, his throat working. “I think so.”
He didn’t seem fully confident. Which meant Raph needed to make him feel safe after this, make him feel loved. Raph could do that. “All right,” he said. “Ten minutes.”
Wyatt’s eyelids fluttered shut. He relaxed into the bed, his lips catching between his teeth. “You could tell me how little I’m worth. Or you could slap me.”
Raph swallowed. Wyatt wasn’t worth nothing. But Raph had agreed to play along. Slowly, he said, “You’re a slut.”
Wyatt’s cheeks darkened. He sucked in a sharp breath, his lips pressing together. “You really think that?”
Raph hesitated. They were playing; this wasn’t real. “Yeah.”
“Oh.” Wyatt grimaced, and his cock twitched.
That gets you off? Raph stared; he wasn’t sure what he could say next.
“More, Raph. Don’t just stop there.”
“I can’t think of ways to shame you, damn it. I love you.”
Wyatt cracked his eyes open, his lips curving into a tiny smile. “Make me believe you hate me. That’s all I want.”
“That’s it?”
Wyatt squirmed. “Ten points if you make me cry. Twenty if I sob. And... and then make me come.”
“I don’t get how any of this is hot,” Raph said.
Wyatt looked away, his tongue darting over his lips. “If—if you slap me, I’ll get hard.”
That, Wyatt had never mentioned before. It sounded foreign, unbelievable. How could anyone get hard when they were slapped? But Wyatt watched him, waiting, his eyes doubtful. As though he believed Raph would go back on his word.
“Fine,” Raph said, raising himself up, winding his fingers roughly through Wyatt’s hair. “I think you’re a loose-holed slut that no one wants.”
It sounded terrible. And Wyatt squirmed, his cheeks darkening, his cock growing bigger.
He really was getting off on this. How messed-up was he, that he liked hearing shit like that about himself? How hadn’t Raph found out earlier?
More importantly, how the hell did he come up with more crap to say? For a lack of insults, Raph tightened his fist in Wyatt’s hair, licking down his throat. “None of the other alphas want you, do they? Because you’re a failure of an omega.”
Wyatt’s breath hissed through his teeth. “I—I’m terrible. I’m worthless, Raph.”
Was that what he really thought? Raph bit down on Wyatt’s neck, sucking hard on his skin. Wyatt arched beneath him. Worthless... How did he turn that back on Wyatt, so Wyatt could get off? “Yeah, you aren’t really worth much,” Raph murmured against his shoulder. “If all you can do is beg your brother to fuck you, because no one else would.”
Wyatt bit his lip, his blush rising all the way to his hairline, his cock growing thick.
Fuck, he really likes this. Raph rubbed his palm over Wyatt’s cock, thumbing his head. “Look at this, Wyatt. You’re such a shameless slut, all ready for your brother’s cock.”
Can’t believe I just said that.
Wyatt groaned, rutting up, his cock heavy in Raph’s hand. “Slap me, Raph. Please.”
Raph had been avoiding that. “Not yet. Not until you believe how little you’re worth.”
“I—I believe you.” Wyatt’s throat worked. He braced his feet against the bed, pushed his hips up, grinding against Raph’s abs. And Raph set his palm on Wyatt’s hip, shoved him back down against the bed. Wyatt gasped.
“Do you really?” Raph whispered. He trailed kisses up Wyatt’s neck, nipped at his earlobe. With his heart pounding too hard, he murmured in Wyatt’s ear. “I hate you.”
A low whimper slipped out of Wyatt’s throat. “How much do you hate me?”
Musk rolled off his skin. Wyatt slipped his hand down Raph’s chest, caressing his abs, his bulge, his touch hungry.
So maybe Raph could do this. Wyatt had asked to be slapped, multiple times. Raph would do it lightly, so it didn’t actually hurt.
He brought his hand up to Wyatt’s cheek, caressed the soft, velvety skin of his face. Raph pressed a kiss to his forehead. Then he lifted his fingers away, and tapped them lightly against Wyatt’s cheek, just hard enough to make an impact.
Wyatt gasped, his eyes flying open, his pupils dilated.
“That good enough?” Raph murmured. Please don’t ask me to hit you harder.
“No,” Wyatt said. “I deserve more.”
Gods, why do you think that? Raph pressed his forehead to Wyatt’s, breathed him in.
“Raph, please.” Wyatt squirmed, his bare skin rubbing against Raph’s clothes. “Just one good, hard slap.”
Thought you said you didn’t need it hard. Raph closed his eyes, sighing. “Just one.”
Wyatt nodded quickly. “Please.”
Just so Wyatt liked it, Raph whispered, “You’re twisted, screwing your brother like this. Carrying my baby. I’m ashamed of you.”
Wyatt’s mouth fell open, his eyes vulnerable.
Raph slapped him, hard. And Wyatt’s breath punched out of him, the tip of his cock pushing out of its foreskin.
“More,” Wyatt said, reaching down to stroke himself. Raph wasn’t sure how to answer. How to even react to this. Except Wyatt liked being hurt, and this... maybe Raph could make it up to him later, if he could bring Wyatt to that place he wanted. Where he cried, and was hard, and Raph
