“I was thinking about your slick. Dripping down your thighs. But now I’m thinking about it leaking out of your hole. Getting you ready for a big alpha cock.”
Mathlin shuddered; his knees would’ve given out if he weren’t already kneeling. “How much cum do you have for me?”
“Let me sniff your neck, and I’ll have more. Squeeze my knot, and I’ll probably fill all three vials.”
“That’s so much cum,” Mathlin moaned.
“You know your fist simulates your ass, right?” Titan growled. “It makes me feel like I’m buried inside you. Makes me come even more. My cock is very motivated when it thinks it’s buried deep in a sweet omega hole.”
Mathlin panted, growing hot between his legs. He leaned in and nuzzled Titan’s cock, filling his lungs with its scent. Then he kissed up Titan’s length, making sure to avoid his tip. Titan swore.
Mathlin straightened and stood, leaning over Titan to offer his neck.
“Fuck.” Titan’s breath rushed hot against Mathlin’s pulse point. Then he closed his lips over it and sucked, his cock jerking hungrily in Mathlin’s fist. “You ever thought about being marked here, sweetheart?” he murmured, flicking his hot, soft tongue against Mathlin’s pulse. “An alpha’s teeth marks on your throat, where everyone can see. If I was the one leaving the mark, I would make sure to leave it while we’re mating, so every time someone notices your mark, you’ll remember me buried deep inside you, pumping you full of cum.”
Mathlin squirmed, feeling so horribly empty. “You can’t just say that and not fuck me!”
“Mmmm.” Titan groaned, dragging the sharp points of his teeth over Mathlin’s skin. He licked and sucked at the lovebites he’d left hours ago, that soft suction going straight to Mathlin’s cock. “I would leave so many marks on you. Every time I breed you, I’d bite you again. And again. Make sure you’re coming hard on my knot when I sink my teeth in. At the end of a week, a month, a year, you’d be covered in my markings, each of them made when I knot and breed you. You know you won’t be tight again, with my cock inside you all the time.”
“Fuck,” Mathlin moaned, his legs trembling. “Want. Want you inside.”
Titan swore, pumping his cock into Mathlin’s fists. “Wish I could hold you down. Want to pin you under me, keep you there as I fuck your ass full of cum. Over and over until it takes.”
Mathlin barely swallowed his whine. He wanted to climb onto Titan’s lap; he wanted to sit on that big cock and feel it stretch his hole. Or maybe Titan would pin him like he promised, rightfully claiming Mathlin’s ass.
Titan was breathing harder now, his entire body tense. When Mathlin looked down, the alpha’s cock was bigger than before, flushed dark like it was desperate to unload.
“Need,” Titan panted. “Need omega.”
Mathlin whined and pumped Titan harder, glancing up.
There was nothing like looking into an alpha’s eyes and seeing his sheer desire for you, and you alone. Mathlin felt powerful—a nobody like himself suddenly having this much control over when an alpha would come.
“I want your cum, Mathlin whispered. “I wish it didn’t have to go into the vials.”
“Where do you want it?” Titan rasped.
“Inside me. In my mouth, in my hole.” Mathlin’s cheeks burned. “I want to suck your cock so bad.”
Titan cursed. “F-fill two vials. You can have the rest, sweetheart.”
A whine ripped out of Mathlin. He squeezed Titan and pretended it was his hole sliding up and down that length. He bared his throat and pushed it against Titan’s nose; Titan swore.
“Smells so fucking good,” the alpha panted. “Smells like mine.”
Mathlin pulsed between his legs. He gripped Titan harder. “Please give me your cum.”
Titan’s breathing grew ragged; precum flowed in a never-ending stream over Mathlin’s fingers. “Math—”
He’s gonna come!
Mathlin scrambled for a vial, angling Titan’s cock down a second before thick ropes of cum shot out, each spurt so forceful that Mathlin squeezed his legs together, pretending Titan was coming deep in his ass. Painting all his walls white.
“It’ll look like graffiti,” he said breathlessly. “And you would have to arrest me for having white paint on my walls. Because someone went and splashed that white stuff all over me inside.”
Titan huffed like he thought it was funny. “How would I arrest you, sweetheart? I would need proof. I’d have to look inside you, open you up to make sure your walls are completely covered in paint. I might even have to get out my police baton so I can examine the deepest parts of you.”
Mathlin was so wet, he had soaked through his sleep shorts. “Would that be your actual baton or your pretend baton?”
