Instead of fucking Olivier, Eric crouched, taking Ollie’s cock into his hot, damp mouth.
Olivier wheezed, his entire body alight with pleasure.
Eric licked languorously around him, his tongue dipping past Ollie’s foreskin, flirting with his tip. Then he lapped around it, dipping lightly into Ollie’s piss-slit.
Olivier shuddered, rolling his hips to chase his pleasure. Eric let his mouth fall open, his breath rushing hot around Ollie’s cock, the tip of his tongue sliding down Ollie’s length to his base.
Ollie shuddered and gasped, the pressure in his body building.
But Eric sucked on him a final time. Then he released Ollie, leaving him bereft, his cock neglected, his balls tight with need.
“Promise me,” Eric growled, standing. He stripped his clothes off, and Olivier couldn’t help staring at the expanse of his pecs, his flexing biceps, his thick thighs.
“I p-promise,” Ollie said, spreading his cheeks to draw his alpha closer.
Eric breathed out shakily, wrapping one strong arm around Ollie’s midriff.
Then he hooked Ollie’s thigh up and propped it on the bathroom counter, leaving Ollie’s legs spread, his panties stretched to the maximum, biting into his thighs.
Olivier moaned, his skin tight with embarrassment. Eric could see all of him through the mirror: his tight nipples, his straining cock, even the hole that needed to be stretched and filled.
Eric stepped in close, rubbing his thick cock against Ollie’s. Ollie jerked, dripping onto his alpha. Eric rumbled in appreciation. Then he gathered their precome in his fingers, smearing it onto his cock.
“Wanna put this inside you,” Eric rasped, rubbing his blunt tip against Ollie’s hole.
Despite the number of times Ollie had taken his alpha, every entrance was a treat. He panted, shoving down at Eric, only to have Eric hold his body steady.
“I want you to look at yourself,” Eric murmured, caressing Ollie’s throat with his fingers. “I want you to see what I see when you take me inside.”
“Wh-what?” Ollie panted.
“Look at you,” Eric whispered, dragging his palm down Ollie’s chest. Ollie tried not to look at himself. He watched Eric instead, the fall of his brown hair, the heave of his chest.
Eric was beautiful, and Eric was his alpha.
Olivier wanted him so very much.
Then Eric sank his thick tip in, and Ollie stretched around him, his fingers scrabbling against the counter. Eric was big. He plunged inside, all the way to the hilt, and Ollie panted at his brother’s sudden presence in him, his entire body singing.
“Fuck,” Eric hissed, grasping Ollie’s ass. He watched Ollie’s face as he slid out and pushed back in. Ollie savored Eric’s half-lidded eyes, his pleasured expression.
“You like?” Olivier gasped.
“Gods, yeah.” Eric snapped his hips, and his cock slid home into Ollie, sending a wave of pleasure through his body. Olivier panted, just barely hanging on. He wanted Eric so much.
Eric thrust in a couple of times, dragging his wrists down Ollie’s front, marking him with cedar. Ollie read his possessiveness, the way Eric bit into Ollie’s shoulder, the way Eric held Ollie against him.
“I want to see,” Ollie panted, rocking back onto Eric’s cock. “See you inside.”
Eric sucked in a deep breath. “Yeah. Sounds good.” He slipped out of Ollie, scooping Ollie up onto the bathroom counter. “Open your legs.”
Ollie whimpered, pulling his knees up to his chest. This spread him open, showed Eric his aching cock and his tight balls, and further down, his slick-drenched hole.
Eric breathed out shakily, reaching around Ollie to caress his sac. Ollie shook at the jolt of bliss. Then Eric pushed his cock between Ollie’s legs, letting it grind up lewdly against Ollie’s sac.
Ollie panted, his slick dripping onto Eric’s cock.
“Wanna see me claim you?” Eric growled.
Ollie nodded fervently.
So Eric rolled his hips back, dragging his cock against Ollie’s sac, until its tip nudged Ollie’s puckered hole. Then Eric sank it in, and Ollie watched as he opened around his alpha. Eric’s cock disappeared into his body, big and thick.
“Fuck,” Eric hissed. “You feel damn good, Ollie.” He snapped his hips up, anchoring Ollie against his chest so he could bury every last inch inside Ollie. Then he began to thrust, deep and hard, and Olivier writhed, his body wringing tight.
He couldn’t hold on. Not when Eric was inside him, claiming him in the most intimate way possible. “E-Eric, I can’t—”
Ollie’s ass still stung from the spanking. And yet Eric cradled him, fucking hard, his cock grinding up against Ollie’s prostate so he jerked, so close to the edge.
“Take my cock, Ollie,” Eric growled, plunging into his body, his cock a thick, unyielding presence. “Gonna give you a baby.”
Ollie sobbed with pleasure. Over and over, Eric thrust into him, marking all of Ollie’s insides, pleasuring him with that thick length.
“Come for me,” Eric growled, reaching down to stroke Ollie’s cock.
Ollie’s need soared to a crescendo. Then pleasure flooded through his nerves like a deluge and he cried out, his back arching, his nails sinking into Eric’s shoulder, his body clenching tight.
Eric’s breathing stuttered. He anchored Ollie against himself and drove in deep, and Ollie felt his alpha unload inside him, filling him with seed. Eric groaned, his arms trembling around Ollie, his breath rushing hot on Ollie’s skin.
“Mine,” Eric panted, leaning Ollie back against himself. His knot grew, and Ollie sat down onto it, making sure to take it all into his body.
For a while, they recovered, Eric leaning against the counter, Ollie tipping his head back against his alpha’s shoulder. This wasn’t how he’d envisioned sex, right after Eric confessed his love.
But Eric’s care showed in the gentleness of his arms, his sloppy kisses down Ollie’s shoulder.
“Mine,” Eric murmured, sliding out of Ollie’s body.
Olivier whined. “But your knot—”
“Gonna move you to the bed,” Eric said. “I’m not knotting you in front of the sink.”
At that, Olivier chuckled. Eric scooped him up, carrying him out of the bathroom. Then he lay Ollie on the mattress, crawled up close, and fitted his cock back into Ollie. Ollie moaned, his eyelids fluttering
