Olivier whined. Musk rolled off him again, heady and decadent.
“I wanted you for the longest time,” Eric murmured. “You know that, right? Even before I presented as alpha. You were always by my side, Ollie. I assumed you were gonna be mine when I grew up.”
Olivier looked away, smiling faintly. “I had an inkling.”
Eric leaned in to kiss him.
Olivier pressed a finger to his lips. “A minute more,” he whispered. “When we get home.”
It seemed too long to wait. Eric licked Ollie’s finger, letting his tongue drag up Ollie’s fingertip. Ollie’s breath stumbled. So Eric sucked Ollie’s finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. Olivier whimpered, swaying on his feet.
“Eric,” he groaned, his musk flooding Eric’s lungs.
“Want that lower?” Eric whispered, cupping Olivier’s cock through his jeans.
“Yes,” Olivier hissed, rocking into his palm.
“Good,” Eric murmured. “‘Cuz I have plans for us tonight.”
11
Eric
It took far too long for them to leave the elevator, and far too long for Olivier to unlock his front door. The moment it closed behind them, Eric locked it, pressing Olivier up against the door.
It was dark in the apartment. All Eric could see was the reflection of the street lights in Olivier’s eyes, all he could feel was the quick rise and fall of Ollie’s chest.
“Where d’you wanna be fucked?” Eric whispered, kissing the corner of his mouth.
Olivier turned his face, his lips seeking. So Eric caught Ollie’s soft lips with his own, groaning when Ollie opened for him.
Ollie was damp inside, his tongue silky, and Eric couldn’t help nipping on his lower lip, nudging Ollie’s mouth wider so Eric could touch him as deep as he wanted.
Olivier moaned, the sound sending a surge of blood between Eric’s legs.
Felt good, claiming Olivier. Tasting him, touching where no one else could. Olivier groaned.
“Where, Ollie?” Eric murmured, squeezing Olivier’s ass. Gods, Ollie was firm and warm, and he felt good. He’d feel better naked.
“Everywhere,” Olivier gasped against his lips.
“Not good enough. Be specific.” Eric ground their hips together. Pleasure jolted up his cock. Olivier bucked at him, hissing. It was still such a surprise, Olivier wanting Eric. Especially now that he wasn’t in heat. “Answer me.”
“Want you inside,” Olivier whimpered.
Eric’s pants grew tight. He ran his hands down Olivier’s chest, tweaking his nipples through his shirt. They hardened beneath his touch, begging for more. “I meant where in your apartment. ‘Cuz yeah, I’m gonna be inside you, all right. You’re gonna take every inch of my cock.”
Olivier’s musk flooded Eric’s lungs. “Anywhere! Gods, Eric. I don’t care. Just—just get inside.”
Ollie dragged his palm down Eric’s cock, moaning as he felt up Eric’s entire length. Gods, he was hot. Then Olivier tugged Eric’s shirt out of his pants, flattened his hands against Eric’s bare abs, and squeezed Eric’s pecs.
“You like?” Eric growled, biting Olivier’s lip.
“Yes!” Olivier panted, trailing his lips down Eric’s jaw, pressing sloppy, damp kisses down Eric’s throat. “You feel so—so good. Gods.”
He fumbled with Eric’s shirt buttons in his desperation; Eric almost tore the shirt open. He hitched the shirt up. Olivier pressed his face to Eric’s chest, his hot breath puffing on Eric’s skin, his tongue flicking out, soft and wet, tasting Eric’s nipples.
“I’ve wanted... I’ve wanted more. Since that night.” Olivier sucked Eric’s nipples into his mouth. His teeth were points of pressure, his touch heavy on Eric’s skin.
Eric unbuttoned Olivier’s shirt, hooking his fingers past Olivier’s waistband. He found Ollie’s cock easily. It was thick against his fingers, precome smearing across Eric’s fingertips.
“You liked that night?” Eric growled, squeezing Ollie’s cock. Ollie gasped and rutted into his hand.
“Yeah. I’ve—I’ve thought about it. A lot.”
“Jerked off to it?”
Olivier’s breath hitched. “I-I did.”
The idea of Ollie touching himself, thinking about Eric inside him... that made Eric’s cock ache.
Olivier reached down to adjust his own cock. Eric knocked his hand away, massaging Ollie’s length. Olivier gave a strangled moan.
He was so damn hungry. Eric wanted to throw him onto the bed and fuck him raw. But he also wanted to take things slow, savor Olivier, make him come and come and come, until he had no voice left to scream.
Then Olivier shoved his hand down Eric’s pants, grasping his cock. His hand was small, delicate, and Eric throbbed. Wanted to bury himself inside Ollie, open up that tight hole of his.
Ollie was pregnant. They could fuck without protection. That was all Eric needed to know.
He hauled Olivier up against himself. Realized he didn’t know where the bedroom was.
“Turn on the lights,” Eric panted, squeezing Ollie’s ass, shoving his fingers up between Ollie’s cheeks.
Olivier jerked against him, pulling his hand out of Eric’s pants to fumble for the light switch. So Eric squeezed Ollie’s cock, rubbing his hole through his pants. Olivier shuddered. “Eric!”
“I said, turn on the lights.”
The lights came on. In their brightness, Olivier’s pupils were dilated, his throat flushed. He was beautiful, and Eric scooped Ollie up by his ass, walking deeper into the apartment. This position had Ollie’s cock grinding against him; Ollie writhed, his nails biting into Eric’s skin. “Need—need...”
“Need you spread around my cock,” Eric finished for him. “Gonna open you up, Ollie. Make you scream.”
Olivier’s breathing turned unsteady; he arched, trying to rut against Eric’s cock. “You’re so dirty, Eric.”
“All the better to fuck you with.”
Olivier flushed, but he didn’t once protest.
Eric stepped toward the first open door. “This your bedroom?”
“That’s the kitchen.”
Eric swerved away, too busy admiring Olivier’s squirming body. From the corner of his eye, he glimpsed wooden countertops in the kitchen, and hints of blue in the hallway bathroom. The living room had CDs stacked on the side tables, and sheet music lining the walls. In a corner, there stood a violin.
“You taught yourself to play the violin?” Eric asked, carrying Olivier into the shadowy bedroom.
Olivier nodded, dragging the rough sole of his shoe up Eric’s calf, too distracted to discuss music. So Eric threw him onto
