With his fingers stroking around Wyatt’s tip, Raph shuffled them to the next room, where they’d made the bed just a few hours ago. Wyatt climbed onto it now, his pulse throbbing between his legs, his ass pushed up in the air.
An age ago, he would’ve felt like a shameless person, offering himself up for Raph like that. But Raph loved watching him, loved when Wyatt begged to be fucked.
Raph cupped his cheeks, and squeezed. Then he peeled Wyatt’s pants off, dragging his warm palm down Wyatt’s skin, deft thumbs spreading him open. Wyatt groaned. Warm slick trickled out of his hole, down his thigh. Raph growled. They both smelled like musk, now.
Raph pressed slow kisses down Wyatt’s cheeks, then his thighs, reaching between his legs. His fingertips brushed under Wyatt’s balls, a brief, electric touch. Then he dragged his fingers up Wyatt’s cock, ground Wyatt’s foreskin into his tip. Pleasure shot down Wyatt’s spine; he arched, trying to push into Raph’s hand.
“Are you gonna stay still for me?” Raph whispered.
“You know I can’t.” Wyatt rocked his hips, chasing the friction of Raph’s fingers.
“Get in front of the mirror.” And there was a smirk in Raph’s voice, now. Wyatt shivered, crawling further onto the bed, pausing when he’d placed himself square in the reflection of the wall mirror. Raph climbed onto the bed behind him, his eyes dark, his hands catching the hem of Wyatt’s sweater, pulling it up. “Lift your arms.”
The sweater fell onto the floor with a rustle. Raph pushed Wyatt’s pants down, slipping them past one knee, then the other. When Wyatt knelt naked before him, Raph stripped, too. Wyatt admired the hard lines of his body, his pecs and biceps and abs, and the thick cock that strained between his legs.
Raph settled behind Wyatt, his thighs pressing up against Wyatt’s own, the damp tip of his cock dragging down Wyatt’s back.
“Present yourself for me,” Raph whispered, meeting Wyatt’s eyes through the mirror.
Wyatt’s body throbbed. He raised himself off his heels, reaching behind to spread his ass.
Raph pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “Very nice. Now hold your position.”
Wyatt’s belly was heavy; Raph knew that. He slipped his arm around Wyatt’s chest to support him, his tanned skin a contrast against Wyatt’s pale body.
In the mirror, they looked so different—Wyatt with his thin, long limbs, and Raph with the heft of his muscles. But most obvious of all was Wyatt’s belly, swollen, with the silvery scar across it, thin but telling. The next birth held a risk.
Wyatt shoved that whisper of worry away.
“Never seen anyone more beautiful,” Raph whispered, cradling Wyatt’s belly, his hands large on Wyatt’s skin.
“Even when I’m naked?” Wyatt grinned.
“Especially when you’re naked.” Raph slid his hand down Wyatt’s abdomen, and then further, to circle his cock. Then he squeezed.
Pleasure hissed up Wyatt’s nerves; he gasped, rocking into Raph’s hand, watching as the flushed tip of his cock pushed out from between Raph’s fingers.
“Love you,” Raph said, rolling his hips. His cock slid between Wyatt’s cheeks, a thick, hard line. In the mirror, his eyes raked over Wyatt’s body. He released Wyatt’s cock, stroking his wrist down Wyatt’s throat, then his clavicles, and his chest, marking Wyatt with his scent.
“Love you too.” Wyatt gasped when Raph rolled a sensitive nipple. He was torn, between letting Raph drag this out for as long as they could, and fucking hard and fast, and riding that white-hot wave of pleasure.
Raph trailed his wrist down Wyatt’s belly. Then he dipped further down, and dragged his wrist over Wyatt’s cock. “This is mine,” Raph whispered, his breath hot on Wyatt’s skin. “You’re not gonna come until I say you can.”
Wyatt groaned, rutting at Raph’s wrist. His cock throbbed. “I want to come.”
“Nope.” Raph caught his cock, squeezed it from base to tip, until a clear bead of precome gathered, glistening in the filtered sunlight. He gathered it on his fingertip, reached up, and sucked it into his mouth, tasting Wyatt.
Wyatt trembled, grinding up against Raph’s cock, hoping to tease him closer.
“You know I’ll still not let you come,” Raph murmured; he’d read Wyatt’s plans. Raph nipped at his shoulder, the sharp points of his teeth skimming over Wyatt’s skin. “But it’ll be worse if you have me inside.”
It really would be. And Wyatt didn’t know if he wanted that torment more.
Raph made the decision for him, sliding his cock heavily against Wyatt’s hole, exposed now that Wyatt held himself open. His cock dragged hot and thick, sliding up, then down, until its blunt tip caught on Wyatt’s entrance, pressing lightly on it.
Then he sank inside, just the tip, and Wyatt felt himself stretch around his alpha, his body thrumming with the penetration. Raph growled, his arm trembling against Wyatt’s chest. It felt good for him, too, being inside.
“Fuck,” Raph hissed, snagging Wyatt’s cock again. “You feel so damn good.”
“Good enough to put another baby inside?” Wyatt’s hole squeezed; he wanted to be filled with come, wanted Raph’s seed inside him. He wanted to be mated, and fucked, and thoroughly claimed.
Raph pulled out. Then pushed in again, with just his slippery tip. “How many more do you want? I’ll give them to you.”
“All of them.” Wyatt groaned, and pushed himself down, taking half of Raph’s cock inside. Raph swore, his fingers digging into Wyatt’s cock, so his cock pulsed. Wyatt arched, gasping for breath. “Fuck me, Raph.”
“Promise not to come if I fuck harder.” Raph slid his cock back out, and Wyatt whined.
“I promise.”
And Raph thrust back in, shoving right against Wyatt’s prostate. Wyatt shuddered, leaking onto Raph’s fingers. Raph was inside him. Raph’s cock pushed all the way in, and Wyatt fell forward, onto all fours, unable to focus on anything but Raph inside him, big and thick and hot.
“Gods,” Raph hissed, snapping his hips. He ground against Wyatt’s prostate again, and Wyatt cried out, his body heavy with pleasure,
