Then he stood so they were both in the mirror, Ian spread open, his chest heaving, his cock flushed and straining.
“B-Brad?” Ian gasped, twisting his fingers into Brad’s hair.
“Want you,” Brad rasped. “All of you. Look.”
He stepped close to the mirror, so Ian could see himself spread open, Brad’s cock buried inside him. Ian’s tip dragged against the mirror, leaving a smear of precome on the glass. He whined and blushed, reaching down to cover his cock.
“Don’t,” Brad said. “Let me see.”
Then he raised Ian, sinking Ian back down onto his cock. Pleasure hummed through their bodies; Ian bit hard into his lip, and Brad shivered. Couldn’t hold on for long.
He wanted to set Ian down, pound deep into him, knot inside. Make Ian his.
“Show me,” Brad growled. “Show me you want this.”
Embarrassed, Ian pulled his hands away, Brad’s thrusts jerking his cock. Brad held him steady, snapping his hips to fuck deeper into his omega. Ian panted, his chest heaving. “Brad, please,” he gasped, his nails biting into Brad’s shoulder. “Harder.”
“This is us,” Brad panted. “I love you.”
Brad kissed Ian’s scent gland, sucking on it. Then he bit down hard, drawing blood.
Ian tensed, crying out. His breath shuddered out of him, and his nails bit into Brad’s shoulders. His cock grew a dark red, like he was close. “B-Brad—Need. P-please.”
He was Brad’s. Brad growled, carrying him over to their bed. He dropped Ian down and mounted him, fitting his cock back inside his omega. Fucked into him, good and hard.
Ian arched, trembling. “M-More.”
Brad gave him more. He built up his speed, his cock pulsing, the need in his body so tight that he couldn’t think about anything else, but Ian. Ian against him, Ian around him, Ian, his most perfect omega.
He felt the moment Ian came, when Ian cried out and clenched, his cock pulsing in Brad’s fist. Brad caught some of Ian’s come. Fucked hard into his omega, thinking about Ian’s pleasure, his sweet heat.
Brad’s own climax crashed down on him, a white-hot explosion of pleasure that surged through his body, sizzling his nerves. He plunged into Ian, gasping, releasing his seed deep into his omega.
Brad sagged forward, bracing his weight on his arms so he wouldn’t crush Ian. He panted, pressing his forehead to Ian’s back, breathing in Ian’s scent.
Mine.
“Want my knot?” Brad rasped, really so he could hear Ian say yes again.
“Please.” Ian rolled his hips up, snug against Brad. Brad’s knot swelled inside him, locking them together.
It felt good, being this close to his omega. Knowing Ian would stay in his arms for the duration of the knotting.
Brad kissed across Ian’s shoulders, nuzzling his nape. Then he glimpsed the drying blood on the crook of Ian’s neck, right over his scent gland. His chest squeezed; he’d never given anyone a bonding mark before. “I bit you.”
Ian breathed out slowly. “Yes, you did.”
Brad covered Ian’s heart with his palm, feeling every single thump of it. With that bite, he’d laid his claim on Ian. Ian was now his bondmate, and it felt incredible.
He’d been dreaming of this for some time, wondering if Ian would let him leave his mark. And now Brad had gone and bitten him without asking.
Feeling the slightest bit of guilt, Brad said, “Sorry. Should’ve asked you first.”
Ian huffed. “It’s okay.”
“Is it really? You don’t mind? I thought… you weren’t sure about getting together.”
Ian chuckled, leaning into the bed, his body wrung out and damp with sweat. When he next spoke, there was a smile in his voice. “Maybe it’ll help me remember better.”
That made Brad smile, too. “If you wanted, I could leave more marks. Every inch of your skin. So everyone will know you’re mine.”
Ian blushed, shoving lightly at him. “That’s inappropriate, Brad. I’m a professor.”
“So just the secret parts, then?” Brad grinned, stroking down Ian’s chest, to his inner thighs. Accidentally smeared the come on his hand all over Ian’s belly. “Oops. Lemme clean that up.”
Ian laughed. “We’ll shower after this. It’s no big deal.”
“It’s gonna get crusty on the bed.”
“Like I haven’t already come on your sheets multiple times!”
Brad laughed, wrapping his arms around Ian. He rolled them onto their sides, stroking down Ian’s arm. Touched the scent gland at Ian’s wrist, wondering if Ian wanted to be marked there, too.
And maybe he hoped Ian would return the marking, so Brad would know he was just as wanted.
Ian sighed, hugging his knees. Brad sat up on the bed. Shuffled them around and rolled Ian onto his back, so he could look down at his omega, his knot still buried in Ian. With each movement, Brad’s knot slid inside him, sending a hum of pleasure through their bodies. They both groaned.
“Are you doing that on purpose?” Ian asked, his cheeks flushed.
“Maybe.” Brad stopped when he had Ian’s legs spread, leaning in so their faces were an inch apart. “I wanted to see your face.”
Ian gave him a hesitant look. So Brad sighed, pressing their foreheads together.
“You look good, you know.”
“I’m supposed to believe that today, I know.”
“Why do you hate yourself so much?” Brad asked. He touched Ian’s damp, wispy hair, kissing him softly on the lips. “I’ve never met anyone who just… doesn’t want to look at himself in the mirror.”
Ian gave him a crooked smile. “What’s there not to hate?”
“Everything. I already told you what I love about you.”
“It’s hard for me to see that sometimes. Most times.”
“Why?”
Ian opened his mouth, but he didn’t have an answer. “Just… everything, I guess.”
“Explain it to me,” Brad said. “So I can understand.”
To his credit, Ian tried a couple times, starting and stopping. “Sometimes it seems as though everyone’s better at life than I am. You see the other professors in the college, with their nice cars and big houses, and all their wealth. And… and they have families. They have perfect lives. They have walls and walls of certificates. I don’t.”
“You have me,” Brad said.
Ian met
