“A little red, but nothing too bad,” Tex said, leaning back and rubbing Peter’s shoulders. “He’ll be fine to take more later today.”
“I’m not sure—”
“That wasn’t a question,” Tex interrupted, pushing two fingers into Peter’s mouth and pushing down on his tongue. “We won’t give you more than you can handle, and if we do, you have your safeword. Right?”
Peter swallowed, Tex’s fingers in his mouth looking huge and invading.
“Right,” he mumbled, the word distorted by Tex’s thick fingers filling his mouth.
“Good boy,” Tex said, removing his fingers from Peter’s mouth and spinning him around so that he could catch his lips in a kiss. He lifted Peter up, sliding him up Carver’s body, Carver grabbing Peter under the arms and holding him up so that Tex could make out with him without having to strain his neck.
Carver was fine with Tex taking Peter’s mouth. It allowed him to inspect his claiming bite properly.
The sight of it made him wince. For starters, it was much too high up on Peter’s neck. The polite, respectful thing was to place the bite so that only a portion of it would be visible when the omega was wearing a shirt. Just enough of a glimpse to let people know that the omega was claimed.
The bite Carver had given Peter was the kind traditionalist assholes gave to their omegas. It was a bite that loudly and obnoxiously declaredownership.
The second problem was how pronounced the scar of Carver’s bite was. He’d bitten too deep, and the scar showed it.
Tex’s bite, in the correct position, put his to shame. It spoke of an alpha in control.
Even with all that, Carver couldn’t bring himself to regret the bite he’d given Peter. It was all kinds of wrong, but his inner alpha was relishing the harsh scar and its prominent place on Peter’s neck.
No one would have any doubt about Peter’s status. He wasclaimed.
Leaning down, breathing in the scent of omega, Carver placed his teeth over the scar and sucked it into his mouth. The resulting shudder that ran through Peter’s body was so intense that Carver almost dropped him.
“Oh my god,” Peter mumbled, throwing his head back and clenching his eyes shut. Tex let out a huff of displeasure at having his kiss interrupted, but when he saw what Carver was doing, he leaned down and mirrored his actions on his own scar.
Peter went crazy. He twitched and squirmed, but there was nothing he could do with two alphas twice his size holding him tight between them.
“What does it feel like?” Carver asked, releasing Peter’s scarred skin from between his mouth and lapping over it with his tongue.
“Intense,” Peter whimpered, breaths coming in fast little pants. “Like sparks.” He whined, squirming harder, gasping when Carver leaned in and gently worked the scar with his teeth.
“I’m going to come,” he protested.
“That’s all right,” Tex said, as though Peter’s words had been a request rather than a statement oftoo much.
“Fuck!” Peter cried out, panting harshly. Looking down, Carver saw that Tex had shoved his thigh between Peter’s legs, letting the omega hump his muscular quads while he came.
Annoyed that Tex got to feel Peter’s cute little cock against his thigh and he didn’t, Carver bit down hard on Peter’s neck. It was a punishment for denying him. The fact that it didn’t make sense made no difference to Carver.
Peter’s whimpered pain went right to his cock
“Mean,” Tex said, laughing. “Hold him up, will you?”
Tex didn’t wait for an answer, letting go of Peter and leaving Carver to carry his weight as he sank down to his knees. Without missing a beat, he took Peter’s spent cock in his mouth, sucking hard and making Peter squeal from sheer overstimulation.
Carver grinned, his own cock pushing between Peter’s thighs, pressing up on his balls and nudging Tex’s chin.
Releasing Peter’s cock with a pop, Tex moved down and sucked the tip of Carver’s cock between his lips, stroking the underside of his cock-head just the way Carver liked.
The direct stimulation of his sensitive crown was too much, and Carver shot his load. Tex swallowed the first spurt and then gathered the second one in his mouth, standing up and letting Carver finish his orgasm by rutting between Peter’s thighs.
Tex grabbed Peter’s chin, and without missing a beat, he spit the load he’d gathered from Carver’s cock all over Peter’s face.
Before Peter could protest—he’d explicitly said he didn’t like spitting—Tex leaned in and kissed him, licking around his mouth and pushing Carver’s load between his lips.
