The speech bubble appeared, then blinked out of existence. Marcus watched it appear and disappear, flickering for different intervals of time as L struggled with his response. Marcus pictured him squirming, his teeth sunk into hisbottomlip.
If L was still in heat, Marcus liked to think that he’d slicked himself already—that the idea of Marcus shirtless and stripping was enough to push him over the edge into wild arousal. The image of L’s lips parting in breathless delight as his cock hardened drove Marcus to be more reckless than he should have been. After all, L wasn’t his. They’d barely established aconnection.
But if Marcus had his way, that wouldchange.
U should take off ur pants,L replied. The speech bubble blinked in and out of existence several times before a second message joined the first.U deserve to becomfortable.
Are you gettingcomfortable,too?
Yes.
Marcus let his head fall back, losing himself to the thought of L lifting his shirt to expose the pale, slender planes of his stomach and the modest abs that followed. He pictured that same shirt pulled up and over L’s head, then dropped on the floor andforgotten.
Tell me about what you’re doing this afternoon,Marcuswrote.
I’m at home coming off my heat,L replied.I can’t really doanything.
Whynot?
The speech bubble flashed a few times in rapid succession. The text that followed was worth the wait. Marcus’ jaw fell slack as he read the seven words newly arrived at the bottom of hisscreen.
im too horny to do anythinguseful.
Then let me help you feelbetter.
Marcus rolled onto his side, all too aware of the way his cock strained against his pants. He undid the button of his fly and pulled the zipper down beneath it, easing some of thepressure.
An omega in heat was a fact of life. After a decade spent as a patron of The Shepherd, Marcus had grown accustomed to the sweet, enticing smell of a body at peak fertility. By all rights, L’s heat shouldn’t have lingeredwithhim.
Butitdid.
How are u going to do that from far away?Lasked.
Imagine that your hands are my hands,Marcus instructed. Arousal built inside of him, spurring him onward.While my hands are busy with your body, you can’t reply. All I want you to do is read. Answer me one last time to let me know that you want it… that youunderstand.
I want it. Iunderstand.
Marcus’ breath caught in his throat, and his eyelids drooped for a prolonged moment as the intensity of the scene tightened in his core. With L, even the simplest seduction wasexciting.
Marcusbegan.
You’re on your bed, exposed for me. I’m there with you, on the bed, and as you pant and writhe your way through the remnants of your heat, I’m there,touchingyou.
He pictured L’s cock, so stiff that it strained upward, bobbing as precum leaked from its slit. L’s body, narrow and lithe, was bareforhim.
My hand travels from your collarbone down your chest until my fingers brush your nipple, and at first you think the touch is fleeting until my hand pauses beneath your pec and makes its way back up to what it left behind so thoughtlessly. It caresses for a moment, circling your nipple, until my thumb and index finger move inward and I roll that sensitive pebble of skin between theminstead.
The bulge in Marcus’ boxer-briefs strained outward, eager to escape the cotton it was contained in. Marcus thrust his hips slowly, angling himself downward so he could rub his cock against the mattress. He imagined that wherever L was, he was doingthesame.
I work your nipple gently as you squirm for me, but it’s not until your mouth has fallen open in pleasure and your eyes are closed from delight that I tug on it, tenderly at first, but then harder. You strain against me, begging for more. You’re slick, aren’t you? You’re soaked. Your body wants me insideofyou.
Marcus grunted and buried his head against the pillow, desperate to work his length deep. His hips maintained momentum, teasing him as he typed. When at last he looked up, the message had been sent and read. There was no speech bubble. L was being good—he was waitingformore.
So as I’m tweaking your nipple and driving you insane with need, my other hand moves downward. It follows the center of your stomach to your navel, traces along that shallow dip, then finds the thin line of hair leading downward. My fingers follow it, and the second they touch the base of your cock, you let out a needy gasp. You’re on fire, aren’t you? Even though you’re medicated, you can’t contain your heat. You can’t hope to control itaroundme.
More than anything, he wished he could see L’s reactions. What noises would tumble from his delicate lips? What sounds could Marcus chase from deep inside of him? He imagined the tension building in L’s body. Head thrown back, the curve of L’s neck bared, L’s whole body tight. The shallow, hurried movement of his ribs as he stole panted breaths would betray his arousal just as much as his tension did. The tiny tremor that ran through L’s limbs and shook his shoulders would fit himbeautifully.
If only Marcus couldseehim.
