Chad woke up to a rumbling stomach, a hard cock and Peter snoring into his ear. He was warm and comfortable, and though he had to pee, he could hold it for a while longer before it got uncomfortable.
It was nice.
He stayed where he was for another ten minutes, enjoying the rise and fall of Peter’s chest against his back, snuggling deeper into his pillow with a contented sigh. When he felt Peter waking up behind him he grinned.
“You’re awake,” Peter accused. His voice was rough with sleep, but he sounded relaxed and happy. When he kissed Chad’s neck, mouth wet and lazy, Chad shuddered. Peter sucked a hickey into the skin where Chad’s neck met his shoulder, taking his time, and if it weren’t for his bladder getting more and more insistent Chad would have stayed right where he was.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, scooting away from Peter toward the edge of the mattress. He was just about to swing his legs over the edge when Peter grabbed him, yanking him back and rolling on top of him.
Peter’s massive body pushed him into the mattress and made it hard to breathe.
“Stay,” Peter commanded impetuously, curling his arms under Chad’s chest and squeezing him tight. Chad huffed, feeling like a well loved teddy bear. Peter was rarely this out of it, and Chad was enjoying the experience. That, and having Peter on top of him always made for a good time.
“I have to pee,” he objected, but Peter showed no signs of rolling off. He made a dismissive sound, squeezing Chad tighter and burying his face into his neck.
“Peter?” Chad said when the alpha didn’t reply.
“I’ll pee on you,” Peter muttered, his breath hot against Chad’s skin, making no sense at all. He started rutting his hips, and for a second Chad forgot about his bladder. Peter’s cock was fully erect, pressing into his lower back, his knot practically cradled between the cheeks of Chad’s ass.
It was glorious.
“Please don’t,” Chad said with as much sincerity as he could muster. He liked getting kinky with Peter, but it was too early in the morning for watersports.
Peter paused the lazy thrusting of his hips, holding himself up so that just the tip of his massive cock rested on Chad’s lower back.
“Okay,” he said, sounding amused and fractionally more awake. “No piss play.”
Chad laughed, and Peter lowered himself down and ground his cock into Chad’s back. He felt Peter move, reaching over toward the bedside table, and when he turned his head he could see the alpha yank open the drawer and pull out one of the many, many bottles of lube they had stashed around the bedroom and the rest of the penthouse.
“Peter, let me go to the bathroom,” Chad said, his voice sounding a little desperate to his own ears. Peter ignored him, expertly lubing up his cock while he held Chad in place. His broad hand was splayed over Chad’s upper back, pinning him, and even when Chad put all his effort into it, he couldn’t buck him off.
“Peter!” Chad growled, making the alpha on top of him laugh.
“You can hold it,” Peter declared, aiming the head of his cock at Chad’s opening and dragging it around his rim. Chad could feel it, blunt and hot, and he couldn’t deny that it felt good.
Except he really, really had to pee.
“I can’t,” he complained, fisting his hands in Peter’s swanky Egyptian cotton sheets. He was about to object more, but Peter snapped his hips forward and fucked into him.
Chad let out a grunt, clenching his eyes shut at the unexpected invasion. It had been a month and a half since the last time since he’d been fucked, and Peter washuge.
“You’re tight,” Peter growled, lying down on Chad’s back and curling an arm around his throat. He held Chad tight, pushing his cock deeper and deeper until he was buried to the hilt.
Chad focused on his breathing, the feelings coursing through his body almost too much. Peter was so big inside of him, stretching him open without a shred of mercy, and his body felt like a massive, immovable thing on top of him. Chad felt smothered and claimed, and his cock was hard as a rock.
And he still really, really had to pee.
“Push your ass up,” Peter demanded, and then proceeded to drag his tongue up Chad’s neck and over his ear. It made Chad shudder in pleasure.
“I’m seriously going to piss the bed,” Chad warned, feeling a little panicky at the thought.
He hadn’t wet the bed since he wasthree.
“No you’re not,” Peter said, his voice laced with warning. Chad clenched down, wondering what Peter would do if he proved him wrong.
Whatever it was, Chad was sure he’d enjoy it.
“I won’t,” Chad confirmed, gasping when Peter lifted his hips and fucked into him again.
