Carver was too turned on to be conflicted, but he knew that this was something they would have to talk about later. If Peter said something was off the table, he and Tex needed to respect that.
Still, it was hot watching his husband and his omega kissing, knowing that both their mouths were filled with the taste of his come.
“You liked that,” Tex said, assertive and growling between licks over Peter’s mouth. “Admit it.”
“Fuck you,” Peter shot back, eagerly sucking on Tex’s tongue and moaning like he was in heat. “You’re such an asshole.”
Feeling left out, Carver dropped Peter back to the floor so that he could lean in and take his place kissing Tex. Peter protested once again being squished between their chests, but Carver ignored him, pushing into Tex’s mouth and reaching back to grip his neck and pull him tight.
Tex mirrored his actions, the two of them pushing in on Peter’s trapped body, smothering his head between their meaty pecs.
“Fuck, I need to come,” Tex growled, stepping back and putting his hand on Peter’s shoulder. He pushed him down with a rough shove. “Suck my cock, baby. Eat it up.”
Carver sank down into a crouch, steading Peter and grabbing him by the back of his hair so that he could steer him onto Tex’s cock. Peter opened his mouth wide, letting Carver push him forward down on the hard length.
When Peter gagged, Carver kept on pushing him for a second or two, forcing him to take an extra inch before releasing the pressure on the back of his head and letting him breathe.
“Slap his thigh to safeword,” Carver instructed, his grip on Peter’s hair tightening. He waited before continuing. “Show me you understand.”
Peter lifted his hand and gently slapped Tex’s thigh, though it was a halfhearted effort—like he was annoyed Carver was taking too long.
Grinning, Carver pushed him down harder than before, using both hands to push Peter past the point where he started to gag and choke, keeping him down for a solid five seconds before letting him up to breathe.
“Tap once if this is okay,” Carver instructed, waiting for Peter to lift his hand and slap Tex’s thigh before pushing him down again. Peter did, and this time Carver held him down for ten seconds, pushing a solid three-quarters of Tex’s cock down Peter’s throat. Then, just before letting him up, Carver pushed him down further, the bulge of Tex’s knot forcing its way past Peter’s lips and into his mouth, filling him up so that he was too full to either gag or choke.
Peter was an omega. He might find it uncomfortable to take an alpha cock down his throat, but he was built to take it.
Omegas were the only ones who could breathe around a knot filling up their mouths. Carver had experienced the sensation of locking his knot in an omega’s mouth only once, and it was a sensation he was determined to feel with Peter on a regular basis.
But Carver didn’t force Peter to figure out how he was going to breathe. He’d taken the full length of Tex’s cock down his throat, and that was enough for now. Carver let him up, stroking his hair as he coughed and sputtered.
“You okay?” Carver asked, rubbing over his swollen lips. “Can you take more?”
Heaving for breath, chest rising and falling like he’d just run a marathon, Peter wiped his mouth and nodded.
“I can take it.”
Carver ruffled his hair. “Good boy. This time when you’re all the way down, I want you to breathe.” Tightening his fist in Peter’s hair, he pushed him back so that Tex’s hard cock pressed against his lips. “Now, open up.”
Pushing Peter down, heavy pressure on the back of his head forcing him to take Tex into his throat, Carver reached around and placed his hand over Peter’s throat. He could feel the bulge of Tex’s cock pushing back at him, and when he squeezed down, both Tex and Peter reacted like they’d been shocked.
Peter grabbed Tex’s thighs, clutching and holding on but not slapping, while Tex grunted in pleasure.
“Come on, Tex, fuck his face,” Carver demanded, keeping Peter held down on his cock.
“This is your thing, Carver,” Tex complained, but he followed the command and started moving his hips, fucking his knot in and out of Peter’s mouth.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” Tex warned, breathing heavily, his own hands joining Carver’s in Peter’s hair.
Rather than let Peter up, Carver pushed him down until his nose was pressed into Tex’s pubes, his lips stretched wide around the base of his cock.
“Fuck, Carver, I’m going to knot his mouth if you don’t let him up,” Tex warned.
Carver grinned, keeping Peter pinned. In the process, he pushed Tex back against the wall, leaving him no way to let Peter off his knot.
“That’s the idea,” he said, reaching down and squeezing Peter’s throat again. The rough squeeze had the same reaction as last time, though stronger, and Tex curled forward as he started to come.
Carver could tell the exact moment his knot started expanding and locking behind Peter’s teeth.
