“You want me,” Eric murmured, licking his lips. “You really want me.”
“Yeah,” Olivier croaked, his face burning. His cock jerked at Eric’s attention.
“Gods.” Eric released Olivier’s wrist and reached down, tracing his fingertips along Olivier’s cock, his touch barely-there through the cotton briefs. It sent a feather-light pleasure down Olivier’s nerves, made him wetter.
His brother was touching his cock.
Olivier groaned, unable to keep from rolling his hips. “Eric! Don’t—don’t tease.”
Eric smiled wider. “Say that again. I want you to say my name.”
Olivier trembled. “Eric.”
Eric growled and leaned in close, kissing Olivier on the neck. He trailed his fingers up Ollie’s cock, to his tip, squeezing it lightly. Olivier gasped, shoving into his hand. And Eric dragged his fingertip across Olivier’s covered head, smearing precome across the fabric. Then he lifted his finger away, and a thin thread of clear fluid stretched between his finger and Olivier’s cock, proof of Olivier’s arousal.
Olivier squirmed, embarrassed. “Don’t look.”
“Gonna look all I want, Ollie.” Eric brought his finger up, licking Olivier’s precome off. Then he rolled it in his mouth, tasting it. “You’re so damn beautiful. Taste good.”
Eric tasted him. Olivier whined, equal parts aroused and horrified.
“We grew up together,” Olivier groaned.
“Means I need to treat you extra-good,” Eric said.
Then he knelt at Olivier’s feet, pressing his nose against Olivier’s briefs, breathing him in. Olivier trembled, winding his fingers into Eric’s hair. There was one layer of fabric between him and Eric. A single layer before Ollie was completely exposed. He needed to hold on to something. And Eric curled his hot fingers into Olivier’s briefs, yanked it down his thighs in one swift move.
Olivier yelped, reaching down to cover himself. He’d never shown himself to Eric before.
But Eric caught Olivier’s hands, pulled them away from his hips, leaving Olivier’s bare cock straining up, his sensitive tip pushing out past his foreskin, hungry for touch.
Olivier covered up again, his skin too tight. “Eric—”
“Do you want me to see you, or not?” Eric met his eyes, his gaze dark with promise.
“I’m your—”
“You’re my omega tonight.” Eric kissed the back of Olivier’s hand. “Let me fuck you the way I’ve always wanted to.”
Olivier whimpered. Slick leaked out of his hole, trailing down his thigh, and Eric’s nostrils flared when he smelled it. “How—” Olivier gulped “—how do you want to fuck me?”
Eric’s smile widened. “I want to see all of you. I want to see how hard you are for me. How wet. Gonna fill you up, Ollie.”
Olivier closed his eyes, shame burning through him. Deep down, secretly, he did want Eric to see him. It was just so... deplorable, being hungry for your own stepbrother.
“You gonna?” Eric lifted Olivier’s hands away, his touch finger-light. So Olivier had a choice on whether he wanted Eric to see.
For so long, Olivier had wanted his stepbrother closer. He had a chance now. Eric wanted him. He wasn’t going to waste this opportunity.
Olivier wet his lips and pulled his hands away from his cock, his blush rising up his chest.
Eric raked his eyes over Olivier’s cock. “Fuck.”
Olivier groaned, his skin prickling all over. Eric was staring at him. He saw how much Olivier wanted him, and Olivier’s cock throbbed in response, precome trickling down its length. His tip pushed out further, hungry.
“I want to taste all of you,” Eric growled, his hot breath puffing over Olivier’s cock. Then he brushed kisses up the underside of Olivier’s length, light strokes of damp lips, all the way to Olivier’s head.
Olivier shuddered, his cock aching with how hard it grew. His most sensitive parts were in Eric’s reach. And Eric dragged his upper lip over the edge of Olivier’s foreskin, his breath rushing over Olivier’s tip.
Before Olivier could beg for more, Eric flicked his tongue out, licking over Olivier’s dusky tip. Then he grasped Ollie’s ass, pulled his cheeks apart, and closed his mouth around Olivier’s cock, taking his head into the snug, wet warmth of his mouth.
Olivier cried out, jerking helplessly into Eric. Eric had exposed his hole. The air in the backroom cooled his slick, and yet, Eric’s mouth was hot around his cock, taking him deeper in.
Eric hollowed his cheeks. The pressure in his mouth spiked. Sensation jolted down Olivier’s spine, made his hips buck forward so he hit the back of Eric’s throat. Eric grunted.
Mortified, Olivier scrambled. Except Eric growled a muffled, “Fuck, yeah,” around his cock, and he began to suck on Olivier in earnest. His callused fingers squeezed Olivier’s ass, spreading his cheeks wide, as though he was preparing Olivier to be penetrated from behind. Right now.
“Eric,” Ollie gasped.
Eric sucked down his cock and slid a fingertip between Olivier’s cheeks, pausing right at his hole. Then he tapped on it, every touch traveling down Olivier’s nerves.
Olivier panted. Eric would breach that hole tonight. He would slide inside with his fingers, maybe his cock... and just for tonight, Olivier would belong to him.
So Olivier relaxed his hole, knowing Eric would feel it.
Eric groaned, musk rippling off his skin. He pressed down lightly on Olivier’s hole, until his fingertip sank inside.
It wasn’t enough, though.
“More,” Olivier panted, his hole squeezing. He wanted Eric to fuck hard into him, wanted to be fucked raw, until all he knew was Eric’s cock plowing into his body, his knot swelling inside Olivier. “Fuck me, Eric.”
Eric swore, dragging his lips off Olivier’s cock. He pushed two fingers into Olivier’s hole, and Olivier jerked, his body opening around his alpha. Eric was touching him inside.
“Mine,” Eric growled, licking the dampness off Olivier’s cock. He closed his other hand around Olivier’s tip, dragged his foreskin down. Olivier flushed, wanting to hide himself, yet at the same time, wanting Eric to touch him.
Eric licked over Olivier’s sensitive piss-slit. Then he dragged his tongue around Olivier’s tip, took him deep, and swirled his fingers inside Olivier. Olivier groaned, hiding his face. Eric’s touch felt decadent. He wanted more. Wanted Eric’s scent all
