Eric turned Olivier around, so all Olivier saw were the scattered invoices on the desk. This left his ass exposed to Eric.
On instinct, Olivier leaned forward, lifting his hips, spreading his legs so Eric had a better view of his ass.
Eric’s breath wheezed out of him. He groaned, and over his shoulder, Olivier saw Eric adjust his cock in his pants. Then Eric gave up and yanked his pants open, pulling his cock out of his boxers.
It strained upward, dusky and thick, its tip gleaming with precome. Olivier couldn’t stop looking at it. He wanted to taste it. Touch it. Take it deep into his body.
Eric stroked his cock, glancing up to meet Olivier’s eyes. “Want this?”
“Yes,” Olivier choked, spreading himself open.
Eric’s gaze stroked over his hole, heavy and ravenous. He cupped Ollie’s ass. Then he held Ollie’s cheeks open, leaning in. Something soft and damp pushed between his cheeks. It flicked against his tight balls, and then dragged up to his hole, circling around it.
Eric was licking him.
Olivier panted, his face scorching. “E-Eric!”
Eric’s tongue slid right over his hole. Olivier whimpered, staring unseeingly at the grain of his solid wood desk. Then Eric pushed a finger into him, swirled it around, and withdrew it.
And he pressed his entire face against Olivier’s ass, spread Olivier wide open, and kissed his hole.
Olivier whined, incoherent. Could only feel as Eric pushed his tongue into his hole, licking him inside. It was far too intimate. And yet Olivier’s cock pulsed, his balls drawing tight. He needed more.
As though he could read Olivier’s mind, Eric leaned away then. He shoved Olivier’s pants to his knees, then reached into his own jeans, freeing his balls. Olivier panted. He wanted to feel all of Eric against him. Wanted Eric’s cock, his knot, his alpha scent all over Olivier’s skin.
Eric shrugged out of his shirt, his pecs flexing under the bright lamps, his abs strong and beautiful.
Olivier couldn’t help staring. Then Eric stepped up close, his cock pushing hungrily against Olivier’s hip. Olivier stopped breathing.
“Gonna fuck you,” Eric growled, licking his lips. “Yeah?”
“Please.”
Eric wrapped his arms around Olivier, kissing down his neck, his shoulder. He smoothed his palms down Olivier’s front, hauled him backward, so Olivier’s hips bumped against Eric’s hard thighs. Then Eric angled his cock down, slid it flush against Olivier’s hole, and it pushed eagerly between Olivier’s cheeks, leaking precome. Olivier panted at its sheer thickness.
“Need you inside,” he whined.
Eric swore, reaching around, closing his fist around Olivier’s cock. Then he rocked his hips so his blunt tip slid up and down between Olivier’s cheeks, catching against Olivier’s hole a couple of times, before skidding off.
“Eric,” Olivier begged. “Don’t—don’t...”
“Don’t make you wait?” Eric murmured. He pumped Olivier’s cock, distracting Olivier momentarily with the pleasure. Then his tip caught against Olivier’s hole, and he rolled his hips, sinking that thick head into Olivier’s body.
“Fuck,” Eric rasped, his hands gripping tight around Olivier’s hips. “So damn tight.”
Olivier moaned, stretching around his alpha. Eric was big. Eric squeezed his cock into Olivier, then pulled out, coating it liberally with Olivier’s slick.
And then he thrust all the way in, a thick, solid length. Olivier panted, all his senses focused on his alpha’s cock, the way it had claimed him, the way it rocked inside, pushing deep, sliding out.
Eric groaned, pressing his forehead to Olivier’s shoulder. “Can’t—can’t stop now, Ollie. Need to fuck hard. Need to make you mine.”
“Yes,” Olivier panted, rocking back against him, taking Eric as deep as he could. “Harder!”
Eric growled. His pace picked up, his thrusts turning harder, forceful, grinding up against Olivier’s prostate.
Olivier shuddered, scrabbling against the desk, his body squeezing around Eric’s cock.
This was everything he wanted. Eric holding him, Eric dragging his wrists down Olivier’s chest, Eric’s cedar scent smeared across Olivier’s skin.
In this moment, Olivier belonged to his alpha.
Eric gripped Olivier’s hips, angling them higher. Then he began to fuck hard into Olivier, rocking against his prostate. Pleasure seared down Olivier’s nerves. He writhed, trying to rock back onto Eric, but he couldn’t think straight anymore. Could only give himself to Eric, and let Eric take control of everything.
They rode the wave of bliss higher, Eric biting down on Olivier’s shoulder, Olivier sinking his nails into Eric’s forearms. This felt right. Eric felt like how an alpha should, and Olivier shuddered, his body strung tight, his release within reach.
“I want to feel you come,” Eric panted, each thrust rocking Olivier’s body forward. “Want you to come for me.”
He bit harder into Olivier’s shoulder, his teeth sharp points on Olivier’s skin. Then he squeezed Ollie’s sac, smeared Olivier’s precome down his cock, and fucked hard, grinding against that one sweet spot.
It shoved Olivier over the edge. Pleasure crashed bright-white inside him. Olivier cried out, his cock pulsing, his spine arching, shuddering around Eric’s cock as he shook with sheer bliss.
Eric swore, his breathing ragged. Then he thrust deep, and his teeth sank hard into Olivier’s shoulder, right into his scent gland.
Pain and pleasure twisted through Olivier’s nerves. He cried out, his body clenching around Eric. Eric roared, fucking a final time into him. His cock jerked, and it was warm inside Olivier, Eric trembling against him, tense with his own release.
Olivier closed his eyes, leaning back against Eric. He thought about Eric’s strong arms around him, Eric’s cock buried deep inside, a thick, delicious length that he wasn’t ready to let go of.
All of this felt good. Better than good. He hadn’t had a good fucking in a long time... years? He couldn’t remember. But Ollie felt safe in Eric’s arms, and Eric’s breath rushed hot through Olivier’s hair, his chest heaving against Olivier’s back.
It felt... right. Like Olivier had returned to a home he’d left a long time ago.
“Want—want my knot?” Eric’s lips brushed Olivier’s ear.
“Yeah,” Olivier croaked.
He was on birth control pills. He could have Eric for a little while longer.
I took the pill this morning, didn’t I? Olivier bit his lip,
