Wyatt trembled, and Raph pressed a soft kiss to his mouth. Licked over his lower lip, slipped inside. Wyatt met him, tangled their tongues together, his breath damp.
“You don’t deserve any love,” Raph murmured. “Not mine, and not anyone else’s.”
He wiped the tears off Wyatt’s cheeks, trailed his fingers down to Wyatt’s tight balls. This was perhaps the hardest Raph had ever seen him, short of when he’d been in heat. He squeezed Wyatt’s cock, stroked him from base to tip. Wyatt groaned, his cock jerking in Raph’s hand.
“Raph, please.”
“Please what?” Tell me to stop, Wy. Please.
“More,” Wyatt said. “Hurt me harder.”
Raph sighed, pressing their foreheads together. Another ten minutes. Just a little while, enough for Wyatt to get off.
“Okay,” he said, kissing Wyatt on the lips. Then he lifted his hand, slapped Wyatt across the cheek. Wyatt gasped. His cheeks were pink now, damp with tears.
“I shouldn’t have come back to Meadowfall,” Raph said. “I shouldn’t have given you a chance. Just for this? You’re only a set of holes for me to fuck.”
A helpless sound slipped from Wyatt’s mouth, and Raph thought he might cry, himself.
“I’m gonna leave you after I come. You don’t deserve my time, Wy. You don’t deserve my love.”
Wyatt choked, and his face crumpled. “I-I d-don’t?”
He sobbed then, stuttering gasps that wracked through his frame. Raph’s heart broke. That’s what you really want? For me to love you? You know I do.
“You don’t,” Raph said, looking down between them at Wyatt’s cock, its tip a purple hue, as though he’d spill any moment. “Get on all fours. I don’t want to see your face.”
Wyatt whimpered, fumbling against the sheets. Raph slipped his arm under Wyatt’s ass, turned him around onto his knees. Wyatt’s ass was damp with slick. On the small of his back, the Drive In tattoo lingered on his skin, a reminder of the party that had started all this. Raph pressed his palm to it, the heat of Wyatt’s skin soaking into his hand.
Then Wyatt spread his legs and lifted his hips, the pucker of his hole glistening. Blood surged back into Raph’s cock.
I made Wyatt cry, and I’m hard for him. What kind of sick alpha am I?
He shed his clothes, flinging them off the bed. Then he pressed in close, his thighs bumping against Wyatt’s, his cock slipping between Wyatt’s cheeks. Raph wrapped his arm around Wyatt’s chest, hugged his omega to himself.
“Enough?” Raph whispered, his heart beating against Wyatt’s back.
Wyatt shook his head, grinding back at him, his slick smearing over Raph’s cock, warm and slippery. “Fuck me,” he said, his voice thick with tears. “Tell—tell me more.”
Gods, you want more? Raph buried his face in Wyatt’s back, kissing his spine. He was running out of things to say. “When I said I loved you... I lied. I don’t.”
Wyatt made a small, helpless sound in his throat. Raph reached down, found Wyatt’s cock, damp and straining; it was the only way he could tell Wyatt still wanted this.
“If the world ends, no one will come to save you. I’d leave you alone to die in an abyss. Guess how much you’re worth to me.”
“Nothing?”
Everything. “Yeah, nothing.”
Wyatt sobbed, his body shaking against Raph’s. And yet his cock swelled in Raph’s hand. Wyatt shoved his cock into Raph’s fist, and over his shoulder, Raph glimpsed the shine of tears as they pattered onto the sheets. He swallowed hard, his chest tight.
Raph slid his cock against Wyatt’s hole, concentrating on Wyatt’s need, his omega’s body. If he thought more about how he was hurting Wyatt, he’d go soft. He pressed a kiss to Wyatt’s spine instead, traced his fingertips down Wyatt’s cock.
“I don’t want to see you after this,” Raph said. “Take the baby and leave.”
Wyatt shook, great heaving sobs that Raph held him through. How the fuck did you get so broken, Wy?
“S-so you’re f-fucking me now because...”
Raph slid his cock along Wyatt’s hole, until his tip pressed against that sweet, puckered entrance. Wyatt relaxed for him. Focus on Wyatt. Need to be hard enough to fuck him.
“You were convenient,” Raph said, breathing out. He squeezed Wyatt’s tight balls, then stroked up to Wyatt’s belly, where their baby lay. Wyatt bore his child. Wyatt was his most important person. “I hate you, Wyatt.”
Wyatt choked, his body trembling. And Raph pushed into him, groaning at his tightness, the heat of his body.
Beneath him, Wyatt moaned, shoving himself down on Raph’s cock, taking him all the way inside. Fuck, he felt like bliss. Raph snapped his hips, thrust deep into him. Wyatt gasped, fingers scrabbling against the bed, his cock dripping onto Raph’s fingers.
“More, Raph,” he gasped, his body tense. He fucked himself on Raph’s cock, his hips rolling, and he was so damn hot, so damn beautiful.
Raph gripped Wyatt’s cock, fucked him so hard he jerked forward, into Raph’s fist. Wyatt gasped, his cock so thick that Raph knew he was on the edge. If they could get through the next minute without any insults...
“Tell—tell me more.” Wyatt snapped his hips up, his ass sucking Raph in, milking him for his come.
Raph groaned, pleasure humming through his body. Just one more. “If I could—could redo this, I’d never have slept with you that first night. Never have bonded with you at all.”
Wyatt sobbed, his chest heaving. And as Raph pounded into him, Wyatt came, his cock pulsing in Raph’s hand, his body clenching tight, dragging Raph over the edge. Pleasure exploded through Raph’s body, a tidal wave of sensation that washed his thoughts out, curled his toes, until all he could think about was Wyatt, and the warmth of his omega against him.
A sliver at a time, Raph’s thoughts returned. He saw Wyatt first, beneath him. Then he heard the soft gasps, glimpsed the little shudders of Wyatt’s shoulders. And the enormity of what he’d done
