Ian groaned, pleasure humming along his spine.
Over and over, Brad ground against him, his cock heavy, exquisite against Ian’s body. Ian grew close, his balls pulling tight.
“Good?” Brad whispered.
“Yeah.” Ian panted, digging his nails into Brad’s back. His cock throbbed, on the verge of release.
Just a few more seconds, and he would come.
“I’m—I’m—”
Brad released him then, letting his own cock slide heavy against Ian’s belly.
The tension in Ian’s body slipped, and he was no longer at the edge, no longer about to come.
Frustrated, Ian thrashed, reaching down. His cock hurt. He needed his release.
Before he could touch himself, Brad caught Ian’s hands, pinning them above his head.
“Gonna claim every inch of you,” Brad murmured, leaning close. “Remember?”
Ian whined, spreading his legs wider, dragging his toes against Brad’s thigh to hurry him along.
Instead, Brad kissed down Ian’s arms, holding them down with one hand. With his other, he dragged his wrist down Ian’s forearms, then the scars on his upper arms. Brad followed the walnut trail with soft kisses, his lips damp, his cock nudging against Ian’s belly.
Ian trembled. He waited as Brad kissed down his throat, then across his shoulders, covering Ian’s skin with his scent. He kissed over Ian’s chest, sucking Ian’s nipple into his mouth.
Then Brad bit down lightly, and pain and pleasure twisted through Ian’s body. He bucked and writhed; Brad held him down, circling Ian’s nipples with the point of his tongue.
“Brad,” Ian gasped, his nipples tingling from Brad’s touch.
Brad grinned. “Not wet enough. Want you wetter.”
Ian groaned. Brad cupped his sides, kissing down Ian’s midriff, to his belly.
There, the look in Brad’s eyes softened; he nuzzled the swell of Ian’s abdomen, then licked the dip of Ian’s navel.
“Want another baby?” Brad growled, meeting Ian’s eyes. “Put another inside you.”
They didn’t know how this pregnancy would go, but the thought of another child inside him, Brad’s seed locked inside him... Ian’s hole squeezed.
“Yes,” Ian gasped, reaching down to spread his cheeks. “Fuck me, Brad.”
Brad’s breath rushed out of him. His pupils blew wide, and Ian’s musk coiled between them, his cock so hard he couldn’t think.
All he wanted was Brad’s cock, his come, his knot. He wanted Brad’s marking on him, wanted Brad’s scent and his touch and his love.
Brad growled, kissing Ian’s belly, dragging his wrists over it, leaving his scent on Ian’s skin. Then he kissed down one side, to the silvery scars at Ian’s hips. There were a few dark scabs there, too. Brad glanced up.
“I promise,” Ian whispered.
Brad smiled, kissing those scabs. Then he kissed the tops of Ian’s thighs, brushing his wrists all the way down to Ian’s knees.
“Mine,” Brad whispered. Ian’s heart fluttered.
Brad kissed the base of Ian’s cock. Ian couldn’t help the soft whine that slipped from his throat. He curled his fingers into Brad’s hair, got his feet under himself, and pushed up at Brad’s mouth, his cock leaving a glistening smear of precome on Brad’s skin.
Brad licked it off his lips, his eyes darkening. “You’re delicious, you know.”
“So are you,” Ian groaned, dragging his cock against Brad’s cheek, eager for more friction.
Brad shoved Ian’s hips back down against the bed. Then he pushed his tongue past Ian’s foreskin, licking around Ian’s sensitive tip. Jolts of pleasure shot through Ian’s body; Brad closed his hot fist around Ian, slid his skin down, and kissed Ian’s exposed tip.
“Brad,” Ian panted.
Brad took Ian’s tip into his mouth, sliding his tongue around it, before hollowing his cheeks. That sucked Ian right into his damp, snug mouth, and pleasure rushed down his nerves, his cock leaking. It felt like a kiss, except Brad’s tongue was magic on Ian’s skin, flicking him beneath his head, grinding against his piss slit. Ian squirmed, bucking his hips. Groaned when Brad took all of him inside, his mouth feeling like bliss.
“Brad, please,” Ian gasped, breathing shakily. His body had grown tight with need, and he pushed himself up, needing to do the same for his alpha.
“Down,” Brad growled. He pressed Ian back against the mattress, then pushed his thighs wide open, exposing his hole. “Want something inside?”
Ian trembled, looking at Brad’s flushed length, the precome trickling down his side. “Yes.”
And Brad’s smirk grew. “Tell me what you want.”
“Your cock.” Ian reached down, pulling his cheeks open, slick trickling out of his hole.
“Fuck.” Brad released one of Ian’s legs. He dragged his wrist down his own cock, covering it with his scent.
Ian squirmed onto his front and pushed his ass into the air. Then, he spread himself again.
Brad swore, grabbing Ian’s hips. He shoved his cock snug against Ian’s ass, spreading Ian’s cheeks with his sheer size. Ian dragged his hole along his alpha’s cock, covering it with slick. And now his ass smelled like walnut, too.
“F-fuck, Ian,” Brad panted, dragging his cock down Ian’s cleft, until his tip pushed against Ian’s entrance, lightly, a familiar presence that Ian wanted more of.
“I want all of it,” Ian whimpered, rolling his hips, trying to take Brad’s tip into himself. “Until I feel your balls, Brad. I want your knot. All of you.”
Brad swore. He pushed his tip into Ian’s hole, stretching him open.
Ian scrabbled against the bed, his body opening around his alpha. Pleasure hummed down his nerves. It always felt good, but having gone without Brad for nearly a month, feeling him inside now... Ian’s cock pulsed, his body squeezing around Brad.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” Brad bared his teeth, and Ian sat back down onto his alpha, taking him halfway in. He couldn’t think about anything else but Brad’s solid length, leaving his marking inside Ian, too.
Brad panted, snapping his hips. He sank a few inches in; Ian moaned, fucking himself on his alpha, the tension in his body growing tighter with every stroke.
Brad plunged deeper, until his hair brushed Ian’s ass, and his balls hit Ian’s skin. Ian panted. Felt good. Felt like he’d returned home, and he had an alpha again.
“Mine,” Brad growled, dragging
