“No screaming,” Kai growled over by the desk. “I don’t want someone hammering on our door.”
Micah flushed, expecting Kai to turn around and see him in all his nakedness. But Kai didn’t.
Spike smirked. “I thought you were busy with homework.”
“I am,” Kai muttered. Then he shut up, and Micah didn’t know if Kai was still listening. Probably.
Spike ran his fingers through Micah’s hair. “You’re doing good,” Spike growled. Then he pushed his cock deeper into Micah’s mouth, filling him up. “Ah, fuck.”
Micah groaned around him. He sucked on Spike, eager for another taste of his precome. He wanted Spike to moan. He wanted to see Spike lose control. So he took Spike deeper, watching as Spike’s chest heaved.
“Micah,” Spike rasped, his pupils blown wide. “Gods, fuck. You look incredible. I can’t—can’t last so long.”
So Micah slid off Spike’s cock, then sucked him back inside, over and over, until Spike grasped Micah’s head and pulled away, panting hard.
“You’re close,” Micah whispered, Spike’s desperation triggering something hot inside his own body.
“I spent years thinking about you sucking me off,” Spike growled. A second later, he nudged Micah’s mouth with his tip, fitting it back inside. “I wanna cover you with come. I want to fill you up with it. I want to hear you scream when you clench around me.”
His cock swelled, nearing the edge. Micah pulled away. Pressed his palm against Spike’s abs, so Spike wouldn’t try to fuck back inside.
Spike swore, panting, his hips jerking with desperation. “Micah—”
Micah turned around onto all fours, spreading his legs, pushing his ass up at Spike in invitation.
Spike cursed. He grasped Micah’s cheeks, spreading them open, his thumb sliding through Micah’s slick. Then he leaned in, pressing his forehead against Micah’s spine. “Can’t. I’m not—not gonna blow my load so fast. Not with you.”
10
Micah
For long moments, Spike panted raggedly, his breath hot on Micah’s skin. Micah imagined his need, his own cock aching, his slick trickling down his thighs. He’d loved the taste of Spike’s cock. Loved the way Spike fucked into his mouth, his cock heavy and demanding.
Slowly, Spike began kissing up Micah’s spine. He kissed across Micah’s shoulder blades, his lips damp and soft. Then he fitted his cock between Micah’s legs, so it pressed against Micah’s sac, big next to Micah’s own cock.
“What’re you doing?” Micah whispered, his hole aching to be filled.
“Marking you,” Spike answered.
Micah’s heart fluttered.
Spike stroked his wrists down Micah’s arms, leaving a trail of juniper. He brushed his scent up Micah’s sides, along his throat and collarbones, to his chest. Then he stroked his wrists down Micah’s hips and thighs and calves, pressing them against Micah’s feet.
Micah trembled. He hadn’t been marked this thoroughly in a long time. Especially on his scarred skin. This was Spike staking his claim, and it felt so good just to belong.
Carefully, Spike brushed his wrists back up Micah’s shins, then his inner thighs. He marked the small of Micah’s back, and his belly, too.
“But you said you’d mark—” Micah stopped himself, acutely aware of the one spot Spike had missed.
“I’ve marked you all over, haven’t I?” And now there was a smile in Spike’s voice. “Did I miss something?”
“You haven’t marked—” Micah swallowed. He shouldn’t have so much trouble just saying it.
“Tell me,” Spike rumbled, stroking Micah’s thighs.
“My cock,” Micah blurted, his face burning. “You haven’t marked it.”
Spike growled. “You’ll have to ask me for it.”
Micah whined, his ears and neck burning now. He shouldn’t be. Except he wanted his cock to belong to Spike, too, and it was so very shameful.
“Please mark my cock,” Micah said, his voice breaking. He opened his legs, angling his hips up to give Spike better access. “Spike.”
“Fuck,” Spike whispered, his musk billowing through the room.
He reached between Micah’s legs, dragging his wrist down Micah’s balls, and up his cock. His wrist was warm, firm, and Micah ground against it, seeking pleasure.
“Keep still,” Spike growled. He locked one hand around Micah’s thigh, then shoved his wrist against Micah’s cock, grinding down on its underside, then its sides. Pleasure shot through Micah’s body. He thrashed, needing more, his skin too tight. Spike was rubbing his scent into Micah’s cock, as thoroughly as he could.
Then Spike angled Micah’s cock down and dragged his wrist against the last side, firmly, as though Micah belonged to him. Micah almost came all over his arm.
But Spike pulled away. He let Micah’s cock spring back up, needy and neglected, a trail of precome hanging from its tip. Micah writhed, his cock so hard it hurt.
“I need to come,” he whined, reaching down.
Spike caught his hand, anchoring it against his back. “No. I marked your cock. I’ll tell you when to come.”
Micah pulsed. He spread his legs wider, trying to tempt Spike inside. Spike groaned. He palmed his own cock, then grasped Micah’s ass, spreading his cheeks so the cool air of the room brushed his hole.
Micah’s hole squeezed; Spike swore, and leaned in. His stubble scraped against Micah’s sensitive skin. Then he kissed Micah right on his hole and pushed his tongue in, opening him up.
A desperate sound ripped from Micah’s throat.
Across the room, Kai shoved his chair back with a clatter. His eyes flashed; Spike paused.
Over his shoulder, Micah watched as Kai strode to the door, a prominent bulge between his legs, a dark spot at his tip.
“Told you he’d get hard,” Spike whispered. Then he shoved the soft, damp point of his tongue back into Micah, tasting him inside.
Micah whined. He’d never done this before. He didn’t know what to do when an alpha licked him inside, when he was tasting Micah, and he needed Spike’s cock opening him up right now.
“Inside,” Micah begged, shoving his hips at Spike. “Spike, please.”
Spike slid out. But he shoved two fingers into Micah, probing his hole. Micah jerked, precome squirting from his cock. His legs shook. Sweat prickled all over his skin, and he didn’t know how long he could hold on.
Kai had paused at the door, one hand
