“Gonna fuck you,” Eric panted, shoving his cock between Ollie’s cheeks, just letting Ollie feel his length.
Olivier shuddered, and Eric leaned forward, kissing him deep.
“Eric,” Olivier moaned into his mouth.
“Gonna fuck you now,” Eric whispered. “Good and hard.”
Ollie groaned. Eric slicked his cock up with Ollie’s wetness, then pushed his tip inside. Ollie’s hot, snug heat wrapped around him. Eric groaned, his hips jerking forward, unable to help himself as he sank into Ollie, stretching him open. Ollie cried out.
“Fuck, you feel good,” Eric panted, trying to go slow. “Feel better than that candy cane?”
“Yes! Bigger. Better.” Ollie writhed beneath Eric, his breath hot on Eric’s lips. “P-Please fuck me, Eric. I’ve been—been waiting so long.”
That ripped every last bit of Eric’s control away. He growled, shoving deep into his omega, panting as Ollie took every inch of his cock.
Ollie cried out, his legs quivering. Eric pressed feverish kisses to his face, snapping his hips, his hunger so thick that he was losing all his words. Just wanted to make Ollie come, give Ollie his knot like he always meant to.
“H-harder,” Ollie whispered. Eric thrust into him, his cock sinking in, dripping precome into his omega. It felt right inside Ollie. Felt good, felt like he was coming home.
Eric cradled Ollie against himself. He sucked on Ollie’s scent gland, right over his mark, and pounded hard, until Ollie’s cries were all he heard, Ollie’s body clenching around him, his nails dragging down Eric’s back like lines of fire.
Nothing spoke to him like burying his cock inside Ollie, Ollie’s heat clenching sweet and tight around him, milking him for his come.
“Eric,” Ollie gasped, shuddering. “G-gonna—”
“Give me your come,” Eric rasped, Ollie’s panting intensifying his need. “Gonna knot—knot inside you.”
With a cry, Olivier arched and came, his body tight, his come spurting wetly between them, his throat bared to Eric.
It shoved Eric past the edge. Eric roared, pleasure crashing through him like an explosion. All he knew was the pulsing in his body, and Ollie beneath him, Ollie the beacon Eric had lost and finally found again.
He floated on the high of his climax, just catching his breath, his omega pressed warmly against his chest. Eric dropped messy kisses along Ollie’s throat, breathing in Ollie’s scent. Then he dragged his wrists down Ollie’s sweat-dampened sides, marking Ollie with cedar. Mine.
Ollie would not wear the touch of those other alphas he’d slept with. Just Eric’s.
That felt right, more than anything Eric had known in the last few years.
“Want... want my knot?” Eric panted, the fullness of his growing knot tugging on his senses.
“Yeah.” Olivier wrapped his legs around Eric’s waist, his eyes half-lidded.
He was calmer, more relaxed than Eric had seen him recently. Part of Eric relaxed along with him. He pressed his palm to Olivier’s chest, his heart stuttering, and then falling into sync with Ollie’s.
And as his knot grew, it stretched Olivier open inside, drawing a soft, pleasured moan from his lips. Eric shivered, breathing his brother in. “You like?”
“Yeah,” Olivier murmured. He skimmed his palm down Eric’s side, nuzzling Eric’s temple. “Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me,” Eric said wryly. “It’s not like you were the only one who got off on this.”
Olivier smiled, looking away. “I don’t think you know how... how much this means to me.”
It was just sex, wasn’t it? Except Eric saw the soft look in Ollie’s eyes, the wistful smile on his lips.
This meant differently to Olivier, because Olivier loved him.
Eric held his breath, his chest squeezing. Should they have done this? “You know I... I can’t promise you anything,” Eric said, his words tumbling off his tongue. “I mean... I don’t know if I can love you back. Locked feelings and all.”
Olivier swallowed hard. “Yeah, I know that.”
He closed his eyes, tipping his head back into the pillows. Eric could feel the hurt and disappointment in him.
He wanted to promise Olivier things. He wanted to give Ollie what he wanted, because Ollie needed so much. But love? That wasn’t something Eric could conjure on the spot.
“I care for you,” Eric said. This much, he knew. “I want you to be happy.”
“That’s more than I can ask of you.” Olivier gave a crooked smile.
“You can ask anything of me, you know,” Eric said. “Just—just not the love thing. I’ll figure it out.”
Olivier sighed, dragging his fingertips down Eric’s side. “It’s fine. You have a daughter. You have a family. I’m not part of that.”
That didn’t feel right. “You’re my omega.”
“It’s just a mark you made by accident.”
“I will honor it,” Eric said, touching the scab on Olivier’s neck. “And... and you need someone, anyway. You’ve been alone too long.”
Olivier fell silent. He wasn’t denying it, or lying about it, and Eric realized that it was hurting Olivier to be alone.
“So... about me moving in,” Eric said. “You thought about it any more?”
Olivier huffed. “Aside from wanting you to live in my bed? I haven’t.”
Eric snorted. “I’d live in your bed if you wanted me to. Wouldn’t mind fucking you every night.”
“That doesn’t mean you have to—”
Eric rolled his hips, burying his knot deeper into Olivier. Ollie jerked and panted, his eyes growing wide.
“Fuck, that feels good,” Ollie gasped, his nails biting into Eric’s arms.
“I’ll split the rent with you,” Eric growled. “And whenever you want me in your bed, you only have to ask.”
“We’re brothers,” Olivier groaned.
“Behind closed doors, no one has to know what we do.” Eric leaned in, kissing Olivier on the jaw. “All I’m doing is making sure my omega’s satisfied.”
A deep blush crept up Olivier’s throat. He licked his lips, looking away. “That... almost sounds too good to be true.”
“Maybe it is.” Eric shrugged. “Seems like you need something good in your life.”
Olivier cracked a smile then, almost shy. “I’m not going to say no, you know.”
“Yeah, I do.”
“You’re too good to be true.” Olivier sighed, that wistful look flitting through his eyes again.
Eric rolled his eyes. “I’m
