“Taking it slow,” Eric growled.
“You’ve been taking it slow the last few nights!”
Eric slid out; Olivier shoved up at Eric, plunging Eric’s throbbing cock back into bliss. Eric’s breath shuddered out of his lungs.
He hadn’t been able to keep his hands off Olivier. At first, he’d kept his visits to twice a week, maybe three. Except after that day at Olivier’s Strings, after Olivier had accepted Jenn, something had changed.
Eric couldn’t go a single day without getting hard. Ollie in the kitchen, making omelettes? Eric wanted to bend him over the counter. Ollie at the shop, talking with his customers? Eric wanted to reach into his pants, grab Ollie and stroke him until everyone saw how thick Ollie got for him.
So Eric had been dropping by Ollie’s apartment or his shop, sometimes shoving him against the wall for a quick, hard fuck, other times tangling with Ollie in bed, slowly licking the creases of his thighs, fingering his hole until Ollie came and came, his body trembling with pleasure and exhaustion.
Right now, Ollie was on all fours beneath him, hips in the air, his thighs spread, Eric’s cock dipping languidly into his hole.
Eric pulled out entirely, cupping Ollie’s firm cheeks to spread them. Ollie’s hole lay open from how long Eric had been inside, dark and inviting. Eric swallowed hard.
He’d all but moved into Ollie’s place. There was a change of his clothes here now, and he’d been wearing Ollie’s scent on him, the telltale honey growing stronger by the day.
At six weeks, Ollie wasn’t showing yet. He’d gotten a lot hornier though, sometimes blatantly ogling Eric in public, sometimes waking Eric up in the middle of the night, fucking himself on Eric’s cock.
Eric sat back, admiring his omega spread before him. He hadn’t tired of this sight yet, and he probably never would.
“What’re you doing?” Ollie whined.
Eric rubbed his thumb over Ollie’s hole, breathing in his heady musk. “Admiring the view. Seems like you’d rather have me in here 24/7.”
Ollie laughed throatily. “Maybe I do.”
He pushed his hips up at Eric, his thighs spread wide, his balls soft and vulnerable. Eric cupped his sac, squeezing it so Olivier shook and gasped, rocking into his palm.
“Want something?” Eric whispered.
Ollie angled his cock down, showing Eric its flushed, thick length, his dusky tip emerging from his foreskin. “Touch me.”
So Eric closed his fist around Ollie’s cock, stroking him hard. Ollie pulsed in his hand, his entire body spasming from the pleasure.
“E-Eric!”
“Very nice,” Eric growled.
Would be so much better if he could see Ollie’s face, too, when they did this. Maybe they needed a mirror in here. And then he could show Ollie how good he looked, being fucked like he was. The thought sent Eric’s cock pulsing.
He flipped Olivier onto his back, shoved his legs open, and plunged in deep.
Ollie gasped, taking all of him.
When Eric fucked him now, it was deep, forceful. Olivier clutched at the bed sheets, his chest heaving, his nipples hard. He was beautiful, and Eric feasted on the sight of him, his own balls pulling tight, ready to unload all his seed into Olivier.
If he could give Ollie a child... yeah, that’d be good. Eric wanted that.
So maybe it was no longer just Eric being horny.
Eric shoved the thought away. He ground his cock against Ollie’s prostate, leaning in to suck on Ollie’s throat. Olivier shuddered beneath Eric, his nails biting into Eric’s back. He was getting close again.
This time, Eric let him come. He pinched Ollie’s nipples and pumped his cock, and Ollie clenched hard around Eric, crying out as he spurted all over himself.
The sight sent Eric over the edge. He roared and buried himself deep, thinking about Ollie taking his seed, Ollie as his omega, all of Ollie as his.
For a while, they panted, Olivier flushed and sweaty against the pillows, Eric burying his face in Ollie’s neck. Ollie tangled his fingers in Eric’s hair, twirling it around his fingers.
Then Eric kissed his way down Olivier’s chest, licking the smeared come off his skin.
“Bitter,” Eric said, swallowing every drop he could find. “Mine.”
Olivier flushed darkly. “You don’t have to be responsible for me, you know. I mean...”
Eric kissed his belly button, his heart warming. “Still mine.”
“You really don’t have to. Cole’s been giving you trouble, hasn’t he?”
Eric shrugged. “He can go fuck himself.”
“Eric!” Olivier looked horrified. “He’s our brother!”
“He can mind his own business,” Eric muttered.
Cole had been asking, What are you going to tell Jenn when she gets older? Are you going to say you slept with your stepbrother? Is she going to be bullied at school for that?
Eric hadn’t any answers. He’d been leaving Jenn at his parents’ place more than he should, because he was busy chasing Ollie’s ass, wanting to mark his omega, bed him, breathe his scent.
Yeah, he had been a bad parent. Would be so much easier if he could have both his daughter and his omega in the same place.
“Want my knot?” Eric growled. “It’s kinda big now, though.”
Ollie glanced between them, where Eric’s knot was half its full size, and growing bigger by the second. He sucked in a tempted breath, opening his legs wider. “Yeah.”
“I don’t want to hurt you with it.”
“I’ll take it.”
Olivier’s slick had been cooling on Eric’s cock. Warily, Eric slid back into his omega, groaning when Ollie’s warmth wrapped around him, a stark contrast from empty air. Olivier’s eyelids fluttered shut. Then Eric’s knot snagged against his hole, and Eric pushed carefully against it, wary of stretching Olivier too far.
Ollie began to open around him, his body tight, sending a jolt of pleasure down Eric’s spine.
“C’mon,” Olivier said, hooking his legs around Eric’s waist to pull him deeper.
Eric resisted. “What if I hurt you?”
Ollie tugged on him. “I’ve had worse.”
That made Eric pause, a cold chill sliding down his spine. “What?”
Olivier looked away then. “I’ve taken a—a whole knot before. This isn’t so bad.”
But it had hurt, hadn’t it? Olivier didn’t look the
