“Let me touch you,” Raph murmured. “Just for now.”
A whine slipped out of Wyatt’s throat. They shouldn’t. Wyatt had told him the baby wasn’t his. And here Raph was, his stubble scraping over Wyatt’s skin, his breath heavy on Wyatt’s hip.
Wyatt’s throat grew tight. He loved Raph. And Raph nuzzled his belly, trailed kisses down the dark line of his abdomen, to the waistband of his shorts. He looked up, met Wyatt’s eyes past the bump of his belly. Then he pressed his face into the front of Wyatt’s shorts, breathing in deep.
Gods, this was beyond intimate. Wyatt groaned, rocking up at him, his covered cock dragging against Raph’s lips.
Raph pressed his mouth to the base of Wyatt’s cock and blew, a warm puff of air filtering through soft fabric, lighting Wyatt’s nerves. Then he eased Wyatt’s shorts down, freeing his cock. Wyatt squirmed.
Raph caught him by the hips, pressed him against the wall, and trailed kisses down the underside of Wyatt’s cock, his tongue flicking soft and damp against Wyatt’s skin.
Wyatt trusted him. He’d trust Raph with anything, period. Raph cupped Wyatt’s balls, rolled them between his fingers. Stroked the back of his balls, then underneath them, and took one ball into his mouth, his tongue silky against it. Wyatt’s limbs shook. He was so hard for Raph, and Raph was taking his time, catching Wyatt’s other ball, sucking it into his mouth.
He groaned, winding his fingers into Raph’s hair, his cock leaking. He couldn’t see past his belly, but maybe he was leaking onto Raph’s face, with the way Raph made him squirm, his fingers rubbing slow, firm circles into Wyatt’s ass.
The shorts pooled at his ankles with a rustle. Raph’s soft lips dragged up Wyatt’s cock, and he caught Wyatt’s foreskin, dragged it down to expose his tip. Raph blew over his sensitive skin, trailed the points of his teeth over it, sending a jolt of pleasure up Wyatt’s spine.
Wyatt jerked and hissed, and Raph took him into his hot, wet mouth, sucking him deep.
He shuddered. Pressure built between his legs, his cock throbbing against Raph’s tongue.
“Raph,” he gasped. And Raph swallowed him down, his throat tight, his face hidden. Wyatt was almost afraid to find out how he looked. Whether he was hurt. Because Wyatt had hurt him—Raph had a debt, and Wyatt had cut their ties, instead of promising he’d help. Fuck, he was a terrible omega.
More so when his alpha was on his knees for him, pleasuring him, with no expectation of a favor in return.
“Why—why even this?” Wyatt gasped, his fingers tightening in Raph’s hair. His limbs shook.
Raph sucked on him, a sharp pressure that made Wyatt’s knees buckle. Raph held him up, his wet mouth sliding off Wyatt’s cock. Then he licked his lips, leaning back far enough to meet Wyatt’s eyes. “I missed you.”
Wyatt’s chest squeezed. “You’re not my alpha anymore.”
Raph breathed out, pressing his forehead to Wyatt’s belly. “I still think of you as my omega.”
“You shouldn’t.”
“Damn it, Wy.” Raph kissed his abdomen. “Just—just let me taste you. I’ll leave after this.”
So Raph would leave. Wyatt’s cheeks prickled with shame. Warmth swept down his body, made him wet.“Oh.”
Raph sighed, licking up Wyatt’s cock, his tongue flat against Wyatt’s skin. Then he caught Wyatt’s tip in his mouth, his hands slipping up between Wyatt’s legs, his fingers dipping between Wyatt’s cheeks. He found Wyatt’s hole easily, and pushed inside.
After all these months, Raph knew his body. He found Wyatt’s prostate, pressed down on it hard. Wyatt jerked, gasping for air. “Raph—”
Raph sucked harder on him. The pressure on his cock increased. Raph slipped his finger out, massaged Wyatt’s hole. Then he pushed back inside, fucking him slow and intimate.
Wyatt came hard, gasping, his spine arching as pleasure crashed through his body and he spilled into Raph’s mouth. His cock pulsed so hard he couldn’t breathe; his limbs spasmed. Raph’s hand stayed firm on him, his mouth so warm.
When he caught his breath and blinked himself back to the present, Wyatt found that he was sitting on the floor of his living room, his legs splayed over Raph’s thighs, Raph’s lips red and gleaming.
Raph swallowed, watching him. “Feel better?”
Wyatt couldn’t help chuckling, then. “I’m not sure how I’m supposed to answer that. You’re leaving, aren’t you?”
“If you ask me to leave a second time, yeah.” Raph stroked his fingers over Wyatt’s knee, squeezing him lightly. “I... I know I should.”
But there was something in his eyes, something dark and reluctant, that gave Wyatt pause. Because none of this was supposed to happen. They should have broken up four days ago, and that was all they should’ve seen of each other.
Raph wasn’t supposed to be here, Wyatt half-naked on him. He wasn’t supposed to caress Wyatt’s legs, kiss his belly. Wyatt’s heart thudded slowly, like it didn’t want Raph to leave.
“I’m sorry,” Raph said.
“You’re not supposed to be here,” Wyatt said.
“Where am I supposed to be?”
“In the movies, we’re supposed to have a huge breakup. Then you’re supposed to fight the big bad guys and declare your undying love. Not apologize by giving me a blowjob.”
Raph’s lips quirked in a tiny smile. “Does that mean I’m forgiven?”
Wyatt hesitated, and Raph’s smile fell. “You were hardly here the whole of last month, Raph. I just—You said you’d be here. You said you were going to transfer to Meadowfall.”
Raph sighed, looking away. “My application fell through. Grandma said I’d have to pay the loan in three months if I quit. So I got a couple jobs to try and earn myself out of that debt. Looking back on it, maybe gambling would’ve been easier.”
Wyatt’s chest squeezed. Two extra jobs? Gods, it explained why Raph had sounded so tired over the phone. Why Raph had fallen asleep trying to talk to him. And there he’d doubted Raph, broken their bond. Wyatt’s cheeks burned. “I should be the one sorry. I
