Bjorn opened his mouth to say yes, only for Viggo to throw the shirt right at his face. Bjorn caught it, about to yank it down and throw it back when he breathed in Sebastian’s scent.
His cock throbbed, his balls pulling tight with arousal, and a whimper escaped his chest as he breathed in the intoxicating smell of their newest pack member.
Shuddering, his cock leaking and painting a dark wet spot on his thigh, Bjorn threw the t-shirt back.
“I don’t want to force anyone to be with me, no matter how nice they smell. You know me better than that.”
“He wants us, too,” Viggo said, taking the shirt and giving it a sniff. He reached down and cupped his bulge with a grunt of pleasure. “You saw him. He may be intimidated, but he’s so horny for us he can barely function.”
Bjorn closed his eyes, willing himself to resist the temptation of giving in to his alpha. Viggo had always had a somewhat more flexible moral code than him, though it seldom brought them into this kind of conflict.
“That doesn’t give us permission to coerce him.”
“Not even a little?” Viggo spread his thighs, putting his quads and bulge on glorious display. “Tell me you wouldn’t want him here between us, sucking my cock while you took his ass. Tell me you wouldn’t make him love it.”
Bjorn’s stomach clenched with hot want and he could practically feel Sebastian’s ass clench down on his knot.
“If we want him, we have to work for it,” Bjorn said, forcing himself to be the voice of reason.
“Work for it, how?” Viggo asked, languidly working his bulge, tracing the line of his cockhead through the polyester of his shorts.
Bjorn breathed in deep, his head swimming from the intoxicating scent of Viggo’s body and the lingering trace of Sebastian’s scent in the air.
“It means we court him,” Bjorn said. “We let him live where he wants, and we don’t force him to spend any time with us. It has to be on his terms.”
Viggo sucked his lower lip between his teeth, his hand stilling where it rested over his cock, and looked at Bjorn for a few, long seconds before he sighed. “Fine. We’ll be nice and give him a choice.” He lifted his head and gave Bjorn a hard stare. “But you better bring your A-game. If we’re going to seduce him, we’re going to do it right.”
“Of course,” Bjorn said, relieved that Viggo was willing to be reasonable. He walked to the sofa, moving between Viggo and the coffee table, and pushed into the space between Viggo’s thighs. He stared down and his husband, his hand moving down to cup the bulge in his jeans. “I’m glad you see things my way.”
Bjorn sank to his knees, grabbing Viggo’s meaty thighs for leverage, and pressed his face into the space between his alpha’s legs. The sensation of Viggo’s bulge against his cheek, hot and hard and perfectly huge, had Bjorn closing his eyes and grunting in delight. He breathed in through his nose, digging lower and burrowing into Viggo’s taint with greedy abandon.
“Of course, baby…” Viggo let out a hiss, his abs clenching when Bjorn slid his hands up and pushed his legs apart so that he could press into Viggo’s taint andlick. Salty sweat coated his tongue, Viggo’s bulge pushing down on the top of his nose and over his eyes, and he could feel Viggo’s thighs twitching as he worked his way lower and nuzzled into the space between Viggo’s muscular cheeks.
Viggo shuddered. “Fuck, Bjorn, missed your fucking mouth.”
Yanking himself away, his face wet with his mate’s sweat and pre-come, Bjorn pulled Viggo’s shorts and compression briefs down around his thighs with enough force that the flimsy shorts ripped straight down the seam.
Bjorn didn’t care – not when he had Viggo’s cock three inches from his mouth – and Viggo didn’t even seem to notice.
“Look at you,” Bjorn rumbled, the sight of Viggo’s perfect cock never failing to take his breath away. Leaning in, he caught the mushroom-shaped head with his lips, licking into the slit and gathering pre-come on his tongue while his hands wrapped around the shaft and squeezed.
Viggo came into his mouth, knot expanding, spilling his release faster than he had since they were teenagers just starting to fool around.
“Fuck,” Viggo growled, grabbing Bjorn by the hair and holding him down on his cock. He whimpered, Bjorn squeezing his knot and milking him through his orgasm, his breaths coming in harsh gasps as he pushed Bjorn lower onto his cock.
Bjorn grinned around Viggo’s cock, his throat working hard to swallow down every drop of his alpha’s endless release, luxuriating in the taste of come and the feeling of being utterly and completely at his mate’s mercy. When Viggo finally stopped shooting his load, his knot still swollen and the head of his massive cock slipping out of Bjorn’s bruised lips with a wet plop, he leaned back into the couch in a boneless sprawl.
Bjorn climbed up and sat next to him, pulling him under his arm and snuggling in close.
“You said we weren’t allowed to have sex on the couch anymore,” Viggo said, turning and looking up at him with a teasing grin.
Bjorn laughed. The last time he and Viggo had fucked on the sofa, they’d gotten so much come on it that it had taken Bjorn two hours to clean up. They had a cleaner who came in twice a week, but there was no way in hell that Bjorn was going to force her to deal with the mess, and so it had been left to him after Viggo had hurried off with an excuse that he had to work.
That seemed like a lifetime ago.
“This was an exception.” Bjorn reached down and flicked Viggo’s spent cock, making him hiss. “Besides, it hardly counts. You lasted like two seconds.”
The sound of outrage his comment produced had Bjorn chuckling.
