Even though he had already come twice, Crush’s body thrummed, eager to give his omega what he needed. When Killian swirled his soft tongue around Crush’s tip, more precum shot onto his tongue.
“I want to mark you with my cum,” Crush whispered, brushing his fingers through Killian’s hair. “Want to make damn sure you know who you belong to. Mine will be the only name falling from your lips.”
A whimper escaped Killian. He licked Crush’s sensitive slit—”Fuck!”—and took his tip into his mouth. That wet warmth was almost too much. Crush groaned; his hips rocked up, shoving deeper. He had to rub Killian’s nipples so he wouldn’t be tempted to hold down Killian’s head and thrust into his sweet mouth.
Killian’s nipples leaked through his shirt, more so when Crush began to squeeze them.Fertile.Killian’s scent grew rich again, his pupils blowing wide open.
“You want it so bad, don’t you?” Crush murmured, cursing when Killian shoved himself further down on his cock. “You want me to fill you with cum on both ends, keep you bred and happy. Put more and more pups into your belly until you’re full of my claim.”
Killian moaned; the vibrations went all the way down Crush’s cock. He began to take Crush as deep as he could, his lips stretching, his drool trickling down Crush’s length. Where his mouth couldn’t reach, he used his hands. The smell of his slick filled the air.
It said,I need an alpha’s cock deep inside me.
Crush swore and tapped the booth seat next to him. “Sweetheart, get your ass up here.”
Killian refused to release his cock. With his mouth still on Crush, he awkwardly clambered onto the booth seat. Crush reached under the bathrobe, stroking down Killian’s spine.
“So gorgeous, Kil.” Crush slipped his fingers into Killian’s crack; Killian shuddered. Then he smoothed his fingers over Killian’s used hole, and pushed them inside.
Killian cried out. Crush swirled his fingers around to find his prostate. The moment he did, he massaged it firmly. Killian jerked and panted around Crush’s cock, shaking all over.
“That’s it,” Crush growled. “Can you come again for me, sweetheart? I want to feel your pretty hole clench. Want to putmy cock back in there, fuck more cum inside you so you get pregnant with another pup.”
Killian came on his fingers, gasping around his cock. Fuck, it felt good, having Killian’s mouth and hole both wrapped around him. Crush groaned and squeezed his own cock.
“You make my balls so heavy with cum,” he growled, rocking into Killian’s mouth. “Feel them, sweetheart. See how much cum I have for you?”
Killian dropped his hand to Crush’s sac and squeezed; his next moan was louder. Crush pulled Killian closer so he could stuff his fingers deeper into his ass. It wasn’t going to take him long like this, not with Killian’s scent growing heavier, his hole wet and plush, twin spots of wetness growing on his T-shirt.
So fertile. So ready for another load.
“Kil—” Crush stiffened as he came. As pleasure crashed through him, Killian shoved Crush’s tip against the back of his mouth, so Crush emptied down his throat.
Fuck if it wasn’t the hottest thing. Crush came harder, his balls squeezing.
It felt as though Killian was sucking his soul straight out of his cock.
He thought it would end there. But suddenly, Killian’s pupils swallowed his irises. And his scent grew overwhelming—sweet and heady, completely omega.
Was he... in heat again?
Crush’s mouth watered. He swept aside the plates and bent Killian over the table, flipping up the lower edge of Killian’s bathrobe to expose his ass.
Even after coming in him twice, Crush wasn’t used to this sight: Killian’s creamy cheeks hiding his wet little hole.
“Please,” Killian begged raggedly. He reached down and pried his cheeks apart. “Please please please.”
Crush throbbed, precum jetting out of him. “You look like a damnfeast.”
He pushed down his sweatpants and hauled Killian further up the table, so his ass was up in the air, his hole fluttering emptily, slick and cum trickling out of it.
“Fuck,” Crush hissed.
He didn’t wait. He gripped himself and pressed his tip straight into Killian’s hole, more precum shooting deep into Killian’s body.
Then he held Killian down and pushed half his cock inside.
Killian cried out, his walls fluttering around Crush’s length. Begging for more. Before Crush could do anything else, Killian shoved himself down the rest of the way. His stretched pink hole bumped against Crush’s swelling knot; Crush was about to tell him to stop, before he hurt himself.
