“Because I’m just…”
“You’ve raised Gwen incredibly well,” Brad said. “You’re strong. You’re beautiful, and clever, and I want you to move in with me. So I can wake up to you in my bed every single day.”
Ian blushed, a deep red hue across his chest. Brad kissed his shoulder. Kissed his neck, too. Then he turned Ian around so he could kiss Ian on the mouth, and Ian whimpered, opening for him.
“I love you,” Ian mumbled against Brad’s lips. Brad’s heart fluttered.
“At least for today, believe that you’re worth loving,” Brad whispered, linking their hands together. “Try it for a day.”
Ian sucked in a shaky breath. “Okay,” he said. “I’ll try.”
“Good.”
Brad pressed their foreheads together, kissing Ian softly. Ian ran his hands down Brad’s chest, carefully touching his abs.
“This is all yours,” Brad murmured. “Whatever you want to do with me.”
Ian groaned, flattening his hands against Brad’s chest. Then he tugged Brad’s shirt out of his waistband, dragging his fingertips down the grooves of Brad’s abs. Brad couldn’t help flexing a little, and Ian’s eyes darkened.
Slowly, Ian leaned in, dropping light kisses down Brad’s throat. Then he touched Brad’s sides reverently with his fingers, pressing his nose to Brad’s sternum.
“I can’t believe it,” Ian murmured, kissing down Brad’s abs. “You love me.”
“Yeah, I do.”
Brad ran his fingers through Ian’s wispy hair. Swallowed when Ian pulled open his pants, shoving them down Brad’s legs. And now his cock was straining behind his boxers, eager for Ian’s touch.
Ian whimpered and knelt, burying his face in Brad’s boxers. He breathed Brad in, his mouth falling open, his chest heaving.
“You always smell so good,” he panted.
Brad grinned. “I just smell like sex. Thinking about you, wanting to fuck you.”
Ian’s cheeks grew dark. He kissed Brad through the underwear. Then he peeled them off Brad’s hips, his eyes glued to Brad’s cock. Brad wrapped his fingers around it, stroking himself. Wanted to show his best side to Ian, wanted Ian to love him even more. Probably not the best way to go about that.
Ian leaned in, dragging his soft lips up Brad’s length. Then he took Brad into his hot mouth, his tongue sliding around Brad’s head, dipping into his sensitive piss-slit. Pleasure sizzled down Brad’s nerves.
He wanted to rub himself against Ian’s face, wanted to mark Ian as his, inside and out.
Ian took Brad deeper into his mouth. Brad loved the way this looked, Ian touching him intimately, Ian hungry for him. He clenched his fists, resisting the urge to pull Ian closer. Needed to be buried inside his omega, except he wanted to take things at Ian’s pace.
Then Ian sucked on Brad’s tip, hollowing his cheeks. Pleasure jolted like electricity down Brad’s spine. Ian cupped Brad’s balls in his hands, sliding his wrists down Brad’s thigh.
And now Brad smelled like rose, like his omega. It made him throb, made him want to sweep Ian into his arms, drive hard into him. Fill Ian with his seed.
Brad panted, watching as Ian’s lips dragged decadently around his cock. Ian looked up, met his eyes.
Then he took Brad down his throat, deeper and deeper, and Brad’s breath rushed out of his lungs. Ian was tight. Couldn’t believe Ian was doing this, didn’t think it could be comfortable for him, when Brad was bigger than average.
“Ian,” Brad gasped, sliding his fingers into Ian’s hair. “Don’t—don’t hurt yourself.”
Ian swallowed around him, and it felt like a squeeze. Brad swore; he could hardly breathe. Tried to keep himself still so he wouldn’t hurt his omega. This was intimate, too, in a whole different way.
Ian leaned back, so Brad slid out of his mouth with a soft pop. Then Ian gulped down air, licking his lips. “I practiced some a long time ago. It’s not my first time. Just had to get used to it again.”
Something hot and possessive coiled through Brad’s gut. Yeah, sure, Ian was older than him. He had history with other alphas before Brad. But he was here now, in their room, and Brad didn’t want him thinking of anyone else. “You’re mine.”
He stepped around Ian, kicking off his own pants and underwear. Then he crouched behind his omega, letting his cock drag down Ian’s spine. Ian trembled, breathing out shakily. “Gods, you’re big.”
“Present for me,” Brad growled, squeezing Ian’s hips. “You’re mine. No one else’s.”
“Yours,” Ian breathed.
He leaned forward on all fours, parting his legs. Then he reached behind himself, grasping one cheek, spreading himself open.
Brad grew so hard, it hurt. He pressed himself between Ian’s cheeks, grinding against his tight hole.
Ian whined, trying to coax Brad’s tip inside himself. Brad caught Ian’s waist. Leaned in, biting lightly on Ian’s shoulder. “Want it?”
“Stop asking and fuck me.”
Brad throbbed. He shoved his blunt tip against Ian’s entrance, just holding it there, seeing how long he could resist the temptation.
Ian sat back on him, and his body opened around Brad, swallowing Brad into his tight heat. Ian moaned.
Brad swore. Slipped his arm around Ian’s chest, and pushed into him. Groaned when Ian’s body squeezed around his cock, pleasure singing in his veins.
It always felt like bliss, sliding into his omega. Having Ian’s body accept him, clench around him.
Ian rocked back onto Brad, friction humming between them. Brad lost his grasp on his thoughts. Just focused on sinking into Ian, burying every last inch into his omega, marking Ian as his.
He dragged his wrists down Ian’s chest. Thrust hard into him, savoring the way Ian scrabbled against the floor, his cock straining between his legs. Brad squeezed it. Stroked Ian firm and slow, so Ian writhed, his precome smearing over Brad’s fingers.
Ian was so hungry, and he needed Brad.
“Gonna fill you with seed,” Brad growled, punctuating his words with thrusts. “Put another baby inside you.”
Ian groaned and fucked himself on Brad’s cock, desperate now. Brad shuddered. Needed to show Ian how well they fit together, how much Brad wanted all of him.
So he pulled Ian snug against his chest, sitting Ian down on
