“Is it okay?” Tripp’s voice ground out, husky and full of lust.
“Yeah.” Dray rolled his hips, plush bottom relishing the firmness of Tripp’s cock.
Tripp had said he wouldn’t, though. Dray was too horny to turn the offer down, but it would be a mark against his character, a break of his word. A word that…what did he say? Dray couldn’t remember as Tripp’s slick hand pumped eagerly over his cock. His fingers expertly navigated Dray’s foreskin, pulling it back to reveal his swelling cockheads. Dray flinched as his fingers flicked. “Be careful.”
“I will be. What do you want me to avoid touching?” Tripp kept his touch to the shaft, stroking.
“Around them, roll them. Don’t tug or flick them at an angle.” Dray choked and rolled his hips into Tripp’s fist, growing closer to a rapidly building orgasm. Not as good as something buried deep inside his ass, but Dray wasn’t going to complain when Tripp’s keyboard-trained fingers fondled his piercings with cautious eagerness. He paid specific attention to the foreskin, drawing it back and forth up to his glans then down again, using it to escalate Dray’s pleasure so perfectly. “Mff… Just like that.”
Trip’s entire body went rigid, his pumping hand trembled, and cock bucked beneath his clothes. He groaned and panted, the noise of lust making Dray’s pleasure peak. “Gonna…”
“Do it.” Tripp’s growl and hiss made Dray lose his last grip, and he came, cock jerking as his insides clenched in want of penetration. Cum spilled into Tripp’s hand, onto his belly, no doubt smearing the underside of Dray’s. “Ohhh, fuck yes.”
So, when Tripp stopped moving his hips, he drew his hand back, admiring the gleam of slick cum drenching his fingers and palm. A forked tongue stretched from his mouth, and he licked,dexterous tines taking in things a human nose never could. “You needed this.”
“Okay. Now’s your tur—” Dray made to move his pants down and Tripp reached out, stopping him.
“There’re no turns with me. There’re needs, wants, and teamwork.” Tripp settled his breath down, licking his lips in a way that might have had Dray’s cock hardening again in moments. “Besides. I told you I wouldn’t, and I may need to borrow an apron or towel coming out of here.”
Dray frowned and scooted back, staring down at a growing dark patch over Tripp’s khakis. “Oh.”
“Sorry.” Tripp’s cheeks reddened. “You’re too gorgeous and smell so good. Your kiss had me, but when you started grinding… Yeah.”
Dray ran fingers through his hair and let his breath calm before he drew his hoodie off and stared down at Tripp. In a tank top that barely stretched to his navel, his belly jutted forward, and he frowned. “This didn’t bother you?”
Tripp ran a hand over his belly, massaging it ever so gently, fingers grazing over growing stretchmarks, thumb tracing his navel. “Finish my tattoo. I will take you on that date, then another, and I will make an honest omega of you. My snake says you’re mine.”
Dray stared him down and slid off. He couldn’t get his hopes up. He’d had so many stepdads in and out of his life growing up. Some were okay. Some weren’t. One had made sure that Dray’s papa never dated again until he’d moved out. But the way that Tripp didn’t push, didn’t reach out after, made Dray feel better.
“This kid isn’t yours.” Dray huffed.
“They’re yours. And if you decide you want help and want a partner, I’m asking for an interview for the position.” Tripp nodded once before straightening his clothes into place andoffering his hand. “Want me to hang around while you clean up and walk you to your car?”
“I live a few blocks away with Rick.” Dray shook his head. “But you’re going to offer to walk me home, yeah?”
“You know it.” Tripp grinned.
“Okay, you can take the trash out, then. It’s dark, and that’s an alpha thing, right?” Dray put his hoodie back on.
“If we’re going that route, are dishes an omega thing? Seems kinda pointless. But yes, I’ll go out in the scary dark and take out the trash. Anything else you need help wrapping up and just point me in the right direction.” Tripp clapped his hands, and Dray couldn’t complain. For once.
Chapter Seven
Tripp
Living alone was getting old. It seemed like the only company Tripp ever got was at work or getting his tattoo worked on. The omegas who worked there made the end of his day brighter, and Dray made it wholesome.
Not since that second visit had they gotten one another off, and Tripp didn’t push it. He made sure his touches remained wanted, platonic, and when it came to his belly, fondly. Because even if Dray never said yes, he deserved to know he wasn’t disgusting or unwanted. Still, Tripp grew fonder every visit, and the memories of that wild night at the club, the pretty scale tattoos and the heated omega slicking down his thighs for him grew less important. Drunken lust was all it was, a fleeting desire.
When he entered the parlor that evening, two smug omegas and a rough alpha stared him down with twisted little smiles and twinkling eyes.
“Is that him?” Dray’s voice barked out as he whipped from around a curtain, dark eyes nearly on fire with something he couldn’t discern.
“It’s me.” Tripp’s cheeks burned, and Dray gave him the finger before whipping the curtain closed.
“What’d he do? I need to go rough up the bastard for ya, Noodle?” A rough voice piqued Tripp’s attention. Not human. Too rough to be an omega, probably.
“Noodle?” Tripp mouthed, face twisting.
