Laughter. Happiness. Love.
Was it love? Silas’ lips parted from Elijah’s, both of them gasping for breath. They were naked now, and the head of Silas’ cock pushed against his own stomach, begging to be put to use. All this time he’d desired Elijah, but the enjoyment of him ran deeper than the physical. The stepping stones of something deeper bridged the distance between their souls, and with every second they spent together, Silas knew that they drew closer.
A family…
Elijah rolled them over, and Silas found himself planted on his back. Elijah climbed atop him, hair mussed and skin flushed from his heat. Now that he was nude, the scent of him grew stronger in the air. It wasn’t something that Silas could describe—rather, it was a feeling. The same kind of feeling as when something went right after years of struggle, or of the limitless independence and excitement of stepping into a new apartment.
Looking up into Elijah’s eyes, seeing him wiggle his hips to situate himself over Silas’ cock, was a sensation even better than that. For the first time in Silas’ life, he felt whole, as though Elijah had dragged him out from somewhere dark and shown him in that moment that there was a whole world to explore should only he choose to explore it.
“Can I?” Elijah ran his hand over Silas’ cock, testing it. The soft touch of his palm sent sparks through Silas’ body, and he puffed out a breath and arched into Elijah’s grip.
“Yes.” Air no longer satisfied. Silas’ lungs burned, eager for more. “Want you. Wanna feel you.”
The careful mask he wore slipped. Straight-laced, proper, introspective Silas Rutledge disappeared. The man who took his place was wild and impulsive, and more than anything, he wanted to know Elijah’s body no matter the consequences.
Elijah lifted his hips and angled Silas’ cock. With lidded eyes, Silas lifted his head and watched. Elijah lowered himself until the head of Silas’ cock brushed against his entrance. Hewasslick. Silas puffed out a breath and prepared for the moment they would be joined, the head of his cock already slippery from the lubrication Elijah’s body produced.
He was going to fill Elijah with his seed, and he was going to knot him. They were going to conceive in Silas’ bed, start their family, and promise each other their tomorrows.
The second Elijah pressed down and allowed Silas’ cock to slip past his tight ring and into his heated depths, Silas could think of no one else he’d rather share his future with.
Elijah sank all the way down until Silas’ shaft was lodged inside of him and his ass brushed Silas’ balls. He was tight, and the way he moved in small, teasing circles drove Silas wild. Without thinking twice, he grabbed Elijah by the hips to help support his weight.
After a week spent fawning over him, Elijah was his at last. Elijah’s slick walls squeezed, and Silas gasped and closed his eyes.
“S-shit.” Elijah lifted himself from Silas’ lap, wormed his hips, then sank back down. “Elijah, baby…”
“Want you,” Elijah panted. He sank all the way down onto Silas’ lap and ground his hips, then lifted himself up slowly and sank down all over again. “So good. Y-yeah, oh fuck yeah, fill me.”
The scent of Elijah’s heat diffused in the air around them, thickening the atmosphere and drowning him in lust. A rational part of Silas’ mind knew that he should be resisting—that the biological impulse to breed was a reaction to Elijah’s heat—but he couldn’t bring himself to stop. Elijah feltgood. His tight, slick walls squeezed Silas’ cock and begged him for cum. The natural lubricant made penetration a delight.
Silas wasn’t sure he could ever get enough now that he’d had a taste. By the way Elijah ground his hips and rode, he didn’t think he had to worry. Elijah rode him like he’d been starved of sex for months, and he had a feeling they weren’t going to stop.
“Gotta screw me,” Elijah muttered, as though his mouth ran on autopilot. “Gotta put it in deep, baby. Mm fuck yeah, gotta screw me.”
With what little will power he had left, Silas lifted his head and watched Elijah work himself on his cock. The way his hips rose and fell, the way his abdomen curved as he arched his back and settled himself on Silas’ cock…
Urgent need clenched low in Silas’ stomach, and he felt his balls draw up as orgasm approached.
“Gonna cum,” Silas panted. He gripped Elijah’s hips hard, forcing him down to increase the pressure between their bodies. “Gonna cum in you.”
“Knot me.” The words tumbled from Elijah’s lips in a hurry, and he chanted them with equal speed. “Knot me. Knot me. Knot me!”
“Gonna do it.” Even as he said it, Silas felt his cock starting to expand at the base. Losing control of his knot wasn’t something he’d had to worry about since puberty, but with Elijah’s heat overwhelming his senses, there was no helping it. Silas was going to knot him, and he was going to get Elijah pregnant when he did it.
“Please.” Elijah wanted it badly. He squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his jaw—Silas saw the tension across his face. “Oh god, please knot me, Silas. I can’t come unless you do and I need to come so bad. Sobad. Need to get the heat out of me. Need it out!”
It was Silas’ last chance to resist. There was still the option to pull out and end things prematurely—to stop Elijah from conceiving—but the longer they spent locked together, Silas pumping himself frantically and deeply while he held Elijah down against his cock, the less Silas cared. Having a child was a price he’d pay for the chance to come inside a hole that wet and that tight. Fifteen minutes locked inside the omega he wanted more than anything else was more important than being safe.
They were going to be a family. Elijah was going to carry his children. Their lives were bound to each other.
The heat addled his mind, but Silas knew that regardless, it was exactly what he wanted. Since the moment he’d detected Elijah in the air outside of the office, he’d wanted to claim him and knot him.
“Yeah, you want it?” Out of his mind with need, Silas bucked up into him. Elijah squealed with delight, throwing his head up as he wiggled and worked himself down as far as he could go on Silas’ shaft. “Want me to knot you, baby?”
“Please. Wanna feel you.” Head thrown back, eyes closed, chest heaving, Elijah was the hottest man Silas had ever seen. Both of his hands pressed against Silas’ stomach, supporting some of his weight. “Need’t feel you, Silas. Knot me. Knot me, baby, please!”
Silas’ cock throbbed as the base of his cock expanded. Orgasm struck with vicious intensity, and he groaned as his balls drained. The swelling of his cock increased rapidly, plugging Elijah just behind his ring. Elijah croaked and tightened against the intrusion, and Silas came harder still.
