Olivier made a soft, pleasured sound. He took every inch that Eric slid into him, squeezing around the candy cane.
Watching him take something that wasn’t Eric’s cock... Eric was just a bit jealous of the dildo. But he was in control, and when he tipped the candy cane up to grind against Olivier’s prostate, Olivier jerked, crying out.
“F-fuck, Eric,” Ollie panted.
“Fuck what?” Eric’s cock was so hard it hurt. He pushed the dildo into his brother, until Olivier panted and squirmed. “Answer me, Ollie.”
Eric thrust the candy cane in deeper, and Ollie’s spine arched, his toes curling.
“Fuck me,” Olivier rasped.
Eric pulled the dildo out, watching as Ollie’s hole closed around empty air.
Ollie growled, spreading his legs wider. “Eric!”
“I told you,” Eric said. “I wanna see you jerk off.”
Olivier panted, tugging on his cock, his foreskin caressing his flushed tip. “It’s not enough! I want—I want something inside me.”
So Eric obliged, dipping the dildo back into his omega. This time, it slid in easier, and Olivier panted, his moans growing louder the deeper the dildo went.
“This enough?” Eric asked, massaging Ollie’s prostate with it.
“A-ah!” Olivier arched his spine, pumping himself harder. His legs trembled, a trail of precome dripping onto his belly.
Eric wanted to touch him. Gods, he did. But this was different—giving Olivier pleasure, watching Ollie bring himself to climax. It was part of Ollie that he hadn’t seen before, and Eric savored it. He watched as Olivier threw his head back, his toes curling, his mouth parted around a moan.
Slowly, Eric fucked him with the dildo. He dipped it in shallowly, pulled it out, pushed it in deeper, on and on, until Olivier shook beneath him, his breathing ragged, his cock dark red, on the verge of release.
Except Eric wanted to be inside Olivier when he came. He wanted to feel Ollie clench around him, wanted to be the one to fuck Ollie into his climax.
Eric swallowed, his throat bone-dry. He needed to be inside his omega. Needed to be thrusting deep, giving Ollie his cock, his come, his knot. Wanted Ollie to be his. Eric pulled the dildo out and dragged Olivier’s hand off his cock.
Olivier thrashed, his cock straining and desperate, glistening with precome. “Need—”
“I’m gonna give you what you need,” Eric rasped.
He dropped the dildo on the bed, climbing closer, pinning Ollie’s thighs open. Then he shrugged out of his own shirt, and Ollie’s gaze raked down Eric’s pecs.
“I want to come.” Olivier writhed, reaching down to touch himself.
“You’ll come when I tell you to,” Eric answered, catching Ollie’s wrists. He held Ollie’s legs open with his own knees, anchored Ollie’s wrists above his head.
Olivier whined. “Eric!”
“Be patient.” Eric kissed the scent gland at the crook of Ollie’s neck, where his marking was. “Gonna make you feel good.”
Ollie struggled beneath Eric. “Need—”
Eric held him down, his balls pulling tight with how desperately Ollie wanted him. Ollie’s nipples were hard, his slender throat bared, his lips bitten red. Eric pressed his nose to Ollie’s jaw, breathing in musk and carnation, and a faint trace of honey.
When Olivier was no longer trying to touch himself, Eric shed the rest of his clothes. Smirked when Olivier stared at his cock, his eyes hungry, his tongue darting across his lips.
“You like?” Eric asked, climbing back onto the bed. He shoved Ollie’s thighs open, admiring Ollie’s tight balls, his dusky cock, and his damp, glistening hole.
Seeing his omega all hungry and spread out for him, Eric’s heart pounded. This was the brother Eric had grown up loving, grown up wanting to claim as his own. And now Olivier was right here, bared to him like a gift, and Eric didn’t want to mess up by coming too fast.
He leaned in, catching Olivier’s lips in a deep kiss. Olivier moaned into his mouth, his tongue hot and damp, his lips soft. Eric stroked down Olivier’s sides, caught Ollie’s nipples with his thumbs. He rolled them until Olivier swore and grabbed Eric’s hand, shoving it down between his legs.
“Fuck me,” Ollie gasped, his cock grinding heavy against Eric’s palm.
Eric squeezed his sensitive head, stroking him enough to pleasure him, but not enough to push him over the edge.
Ollie bared his teeth, his nostrils flaring. “More!”
“Yeah?” Eric grinned. Then he kissed down Ollie’s chest, sucking Olivier’s nipples into his mouth, one at a time. He bit lightly on them. Scraped his tongue over them, until Olivier writhed against him, his cock pushing ravenously up at Eric’s abs.
“I’m gonna knot inside you,” Eric whispered, kissing down Olivier’s belly. Then he lifted Ollie by his ass, until Ollie’s cock was right in front of his face.
Olivier whimpered, reaching down to cover his cock. “Not so close!”
Eric nosed his fingers away. “If you want me to suck on your cock, let me see it.”
With a low whine, Ollie pulled his hands away, his face flushed with embarrassment.
Eric pressed his nose to Olivier’s soft sac and breathed in deep. It smelled like musk, like Eric’s omega. Eric kissed his balls, licking up to Ollie’s cock. Ollie gasped.
When Eric took Ollie’s tip into his mouth, Ollie’s precome smeared across his tongue, salty and slippery. Eric licked under Ollie’s foreskin, lapping around his tip, sucking lightly on it, until Olivier shoved deeper into his mouth.
Fuck, he was so damn hot. Eric dropped Ollie back down onto the bed. Pinned his hips to the mattress so he couldn’t move. Then he took Ollie’s cock back into his mouth, sucking low and slow on it.
Ollie cried out, his hips bucking helplessly.
“N-need,” Ollie gasped. “E-Eric! Please let me come.”
“Yeah, soon,” Eric said around him, reaching down to spread Ollie’s cheeks.
The musk from Ollie’s hole hit him like a sack of bricks. Eric swore, his cock leaking. Ollie was right here. So close to being Eric’s.
He wanted to drag this on further, wanted Ollie completely incoherent with pleasure. But Eric’s need had him catching
