“Is it okay if I see...?” Spike whispered, tracing his fingers down Micah’s chest. “I promise I’ll still be here. I promise nothing will change.”
Micah sucked in a shuddering breath, fear fluttering beneath his skin. He almost wanted to say, Can we do this in the dark?
But Spike nuzzled up Micah’s chest, on the scarred side.
“Yes,” Micah said before he second-guessed himself. Before he started getting too attached to Spike, and the intimacy Spike offered.
It’ll be for the best that he realizes he doesn’t want this.
Spike broke into a smile. One by one, he popped Micah’s buttons, from the bottom of his shirt to the top. Then Spike spread open the fabric, and Micah’s scars—angry red whorls and bumps and divots—spanned his shoulder to his belly, disappearing into his underwear.
Micah almost hid himself. He kept his hands clenched at his sides, trying not to look at Spike. His pulse thudded.
Spike sucked in a slow breath, raking his eyes down Micah’s chest.
“Sorry,” Micah said, shuffling away.
But Spike caught his hands. “Wait. Can I see the rest of you?”
Micah looked up, surprised. “You want to?”
Spike nodded. “For the longest time.”
How that was possible... Micah wasn’t sure. But if Spike wasn’t scared away... maybe Micah should let him do as he pleased. “If you want to.”
Spike brought Micah’s hand to his lips, kissing his scarred knuckles. “Thank you.”
Carefully, Spike swept Micah’s clothes down his legs, leaving him completely bare. The cool air of the room brushed Micah’s skin.
Unable to help himself, Micah crossed his arms over his body, curling himself up. He needed to minimize the exposed flawed skin. Even if Spike wanted this, it was all just so ugly.
I should just leave. I shouldn’t have come here thinking there’ll be sex. Micah trembled, his eyes burning.
But Spike hugged Micah to himself, and kissed him on the lips. Then he kissed down Micah’s neck, to his shoulder, and down Micah’s chest. All he touched was scarred skin.
With every kiss, Spike lingered, as though he was... savoring Micah. Micah’s heart thumped.
“Thanks for showing me,” Spike whispered, his breath warm. “I can’t imagine how much it must’ve hurt.”
Micah tried not to remember the fire. “It didn’t hurt so much after I lost my nerve endings.”
Spike looked horrified. “Can you still... feel?”
He stroked his fingers down Micah’s arm, leaving a whisper of pressure on Micah’s skin. Micah gulped, his heart raw. Part of him wanted to tell Spike not to treat him like fragile china. The other part wanted to shut up, and savor everything Spike gave him.
“A little,” Micah mumbled, looking down at Spike’s shirt. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Okay. Just sex, then,” Spike whispered, moving up to kiss Micah’s lips. “I want to make you feel good.”
That sent Micah’s blood rushing back south. He whimpered, his cock growing full, his musk filling the air around them. How was he this desperate for touch?
“You aren’t naked,” Micah mumbled, trying to take Spike’s attention off himself.
A rakish grin spread through Spike’s face. “You wanna watch me strip?”
Micah stared. If he were anyone but Spike’s professor, he would’ve said Yes.
But maybe Spike could read him, anyway. Spike reared back on the bed, peeling his shirt off his chest. His abs were defined, his pecs broad and flexing, and his biceps—they were thick, strong. Micah’s throat went dry. He wanted to touch. Wanted to press his face against Spike’s chest, and just... savor him.
A patch of pale skin stretched across Spike’s tanned shoulder. They were scars, Micah realized a second later. Bite marks. So many that it looked like they’d all been left at the same time, except Micah knew they weren’t. And there were none where Spike’s scent gland was.
Micah felt a pang. That had to be what Spike had been upset about. Kai biting him, but never once giving him a bonding mark. How long have you needed a bond?
Spike caught him staring. He flexed his arms, his muscles bunching. “You like?”
Micah’s cock jerked eagerly. He tried to cover himself, but Spike was already grinning.
“I’ll show you my cock,” Spike said. “Do you wanna taste it?”
He was unbuckling his belt before Micah even said yes. Spike opened his pants, hooking his thumb into his waistband, shrugging out of all his other clothes. His thighs were bronzed, and the V of his hips... they led right down to the thick cock straining up, precome smeared across his tip.
A whimper slipped past Micah’s lips. Last week, he’d been preoccupied with both Kai and Spike, so he hadn’t the chance to admire Spike’s cock up close. But Kai was at his desk today, and Spike... Spike ran his hands down his own body, circling his fingers around his cock, pumping it.
“No worries if you don’t,” Spike rumbled, squeezing himself base to tip.
Micah imagined Spike’s callused hand on his own cock, and moaned. His cock leaked. He needed something big inside him, something like Spike’s cock. He held onto the sheets, his hunger building in his veins.
“I’m—I’m your professor,” Micah blurted, sitting up.
“You’re my omega right now,” Spike rumbled. He swept his thumb around the crown of his tip, and Micah’s mouth ached to close around him. “Taste me. That’s an order.”
Micah dripped. It’s an order. I’m just—obeying it.
He was crawling across the bed, pausing right in front of Spike. Spike’s cock was flushed, fine veins crisscrossing down his length, his balls heavy with come. Spike squeezed himself, and a drop of precome oozed from his slit.
Micah leaned forward, catching that drop on his tongue. It was salty, musky. He licked up Spike’s cock, breathed in Spike’s musk, and closed his lips around Spike’s blunt tip. Spike was so big; he filled up Micah’s mouth. Micah whined around him.
“Fuck,” Spike rasped, his cock jerking. “You look so good like that. I wanna feed you my cock. But I also want to taste you and
