Except Eric dragged it back down, holding Olivier’s cock exposed. “Not done yet. This is your punishment for lying.”
And he circled Ollie’s bare tip with that terrycloth, sending sparks of pleasure down Ollie’s nerves, until his legs shook and he panted, dripping onto Eric’s fingers.
“Th-That’s not punishment,” Olivier gasped.
“Sure it is.”
Eric’s face was inches away from Ollie’s cock. He blew lightly onto Ollie, his breath warm and heavy. Ollie jerked; Eric smiled. Then he rubbed the underside of Ollie’s head, where there was a cluster of nerves.
Olivier cried out, precome squirting from his tip. “Eric!”
“What do you want?” Eric blew on him again. Then he wrapped the washcloth around Olivier’s tip, squeezing it. Olivier shuddered, his body overloaded with pleasure, his balls heavy with need. Couldn’t hold on for much longer, the way Eric tormented him.
“I d-don’t know. I can’t hold on.”
“You’re gonna have to.” Eric smirked. “Your cock’s all dark red now, but I have faith in you.”
And he unwrapped the washcloth, sliding it up between Ollie’s cheeks, right against his hole. Before Olivier could react, Eric kissed his tip and took Ollie’s cock into his mouth.
It was hot inside him, damp and snug. Eric sucked. Olivier shuddered, dripping into his mouth. Felt like all his nerves had lit up, Eric’s tongue teasing them one by one.
“Mm,” Eric said around him. “Salty.”
Olivier couldn’t breathe. Needed more air. “You don’t have to tell me.”
Eric’s smile grew. And he pushed the washcloth right against Olivier’s hole, scrubbing him there.
“Making sure it’s clean,” he said, his words muffled.
Then he pushed a fingertip into Olivier’s body, washcloth and all, and Olivier came so fast he couldn’t even warn Eric about it. Pleasure crashed through his body; he jerked and spurted into Eric’s mouth, his cock jerking against Eric’s tongue.
No matter how many times they’d done this, it felt forbidden and delightful, filling Eric with his own come.
“Mm.” Eric sucked every last drop from Ollie’s cock, pulling away with a satisfied grin. “Bitter. Tasty.”
“You put the washcloth inside me,” Ollie panted, his head swimming.
“Just the tip.” Eric grinned, squeezing Olivier’s thighs. He sat Ollie down in the tub, then soaped himself down.
Olivier watched him, Eric all sleek and powerful. This was his alpha. He still couldn’t believe it, but his body did.
Water sluiced off Eric’s chest, down his hips, his cock pushing up hungrily. That would fit inside Ollie’s hole. And somehow, despite how recently he’d come, his cock stirred.
Eric’s eyes darkened. “Want more, huh?”
“I can’t have enough of you,” Ollie croaked.
“Good. ‘Cuz the same goes for me. I want to keep you in bed and fuck you all night.” Eric grinned. “Fuck you through the mattress?”
Yeah, Olivier was ready for that. “If you break the bed, we’ll need a new one.”
“We’ll skip the bed and put the mattress on the floor.” Eric laughed, stroking his cock. “Can’t really fuck you through the floor.” At Olivier’s disappointment, Eric added, “I mean, we could try.”
“The neighbors will be scandalized!”
“Best if we do it over their bed,” Eric answered. “So we’ll have a softer landing.”
“You’re terrible!” Olivier grinned.
“Only for you.” Eric grinned back.
He shut off the shower, grabbing towels for both of them. Scarcely had Ollie wrapped the towel around himself, when Eric scooped him out of the bathtub. “Eric!”
“Tickle torture?” Eric hauled Ollie closer, blowing a raspberry against his bonding mark.
For a second, Olivier couldn’t breathe. Eric kissing his scent gland like that? He hadn’t done it in such a long time. And Ollie remembered those days, when they’d both been so happy. When Olivier had felt like he was Eric’s.
“What’s wrong?” Eric murmured.
“I—” Olivier gulped “—Are you going to... to mark me?”
Eric’s gaze turned molten-hot. “Where do you want me to mark you?”
His throat tight, Olivier whispered, “Everywhere.”
34
Olivier
Eric rumbled, setting Olivier gently on the bed. He flung aside his own bath towel, peeling Ollie’s towel open. And Olivier couldn’t help lying still, Eric’s heavy gaze raking down his body, leaving his nerves tingling in its wake.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” Eric murmured.
“Even with my face?”
“Even with your face. I’m relieved that it’s all he did to you, Ollie. Could’ve been much worse.”
He was right.
Eric braced his arms next to Ollie’s shoulders, just staring down at him. In the quiet of the bedroom, with the traffic a muffled rumble and the sun a bright glow through the window, Olivier felt something settle in his chest.
“I’m yours,” Olivier admitted. “If you’ll have me.”
Eric’s smile lit his entire face. He leaned in, capturing Olivier’s lips in a scorching kiss. His tongue was still bitter with Olivier’s come; Eric slipped it between Olivier’s lips, tasting him thoroughly.
Heat slipped through Olivier’s body. He opened for Eric, groaning when Eric nudged his knees open, grinding their cocks lightly together.
“All mine,” Eric said, brushing his mouth over Olivier’s tender lips.
And he dragged his wrist across Olivier’s forehead, leaving cedar on Olivier’s skin. But that wasn’t all—Eric traced his wrists over Ollie’s swollen cheeks, along his jaw and down his neck. Then Eric marked his shoulders and arms, his chest and his belly.
With each touch, he left more of himself on Olivier’s skin. Ollie’s nerves came alive, like they’d been touched by healing magic that made a wasteland flourish again.
Eric followed those caresses with his mouth. He dropped kisses down Ollie’s throat, right over his scent gland. Then he kissed over Ollie’s heart, and further down, to the swell of Olivier’s belly.
There, Eric paused. He met Olivier’s eyes, cradling the baby bump with both his hands.
“I want to raise a family with you,” Eric growled.
Their gazes still locked, Eric caressed Olivier’s belly, slow and purposeful, every kiss a wordless promise of I love you.
Ollie’s throat grew tight. He blurted, “Love you, too.”
And Eric’s gaze burned down his body, hot and appreciative.
He pushed Ollie’s legs further apart. Kissed his hips, his sensitive inner thighs, his teeth sharp points on Olivier’s skin. Ollie gasped, his cock jerking. Eric’s musk rolled through the air.
“Gonna fill
