From what Steve could hear, Dylan was trying to get Ryker to let him blow him while August stretched him open to get the bottle out of him.
“I told you no,” Ryker growled, the sound sending a shiver down Steve’s spine.
His cock throbbed, and he admired Ryker’s ability to stay the course and deny Dylan his request.
If it had been him, Steve would have whipped out his cock the second Dylan requested it and shoved it into his mouth with enthusiastic glee.
“It would distract me,” Dylan bargained, sounding strained and just barely cowed by Ryker’s stern voice.
“If you ask me again, I’ll put you over my knee and spank you, and not in a fun way.”
Steve closed his eyes, the mental image of Ryker angrily spanking Dylan making his cock throb. His jeans felt tight, and his underwear was slick with come where the head of his cock rested against the fabric.
“That’s so unfair,” Dylan complained, sounding distressed. Steve swallowed, wondering how Ryker was able to resist whipping out his cock and using it to stop Dylan’s pleading.
It was taking considerable effort for Steve to not barge in there and offer up his cock instead.
“Deal with it.”
Ryker’s voice was calm, but even at a distance and through the door, Steve could hear that strain in it.
“Just fuck him already,” Steve said, low enough that Dylan wouldn’t hear it, but sure that the two werewolves with him would. “I’ll come in and interrupt you if you start getting carried away.”
In addition to being an outrageous offer, the situation between the two alphas and the human being none of his business, Steve was outing the fact that he was listening in on the goings on in the examination room like a creep.
“We can trust him,” August said, his voice low and rough.
“Yes, you can!” Dylan said, thinking that August was talking about him. “I’ll be so good. I just want to suck the head a little so that I don’t have to think about… you know.”
Dylan gasped, presumably from August stretching the rim of his hole wider, and Steve had to bite his knuckles to keep from moaning.
“What did I tell you would happen if you asked again?” Ryker asked, his voice pitched low and seductive.
Steve held his breath, his cock throbbing to the beat of his pulse as he waited for Dylan’s answer.
“That you’d spank me?”
Dylan sounded more hopeful than anything.
For a few seconds there was no sound from the room, but then the silence was punctured by the sound of skin meeting skin and Dylan letting out a yowl of pain.
“That hurt!”
He sounded shocked, but not displeased.
“That’s because I meant it to.”
Ryker spanked Dylan again, and this time he didn’t stop after the first blow. He rained down ten hard smacks on Dylan’s ass, and it wasn’t until the noise stopped and there was nothing but the sound of panting coming from the room that Steve realized that he’d pulled out his cock and was jerking off.
“Now, what do you have to say for yourself?” Ryker asked. He was out of breath, his voice cocky and rough. Steve wished he could see him.
“I still want to suck your cock.”
Steve grinned, hoping that Ryker would dish out one more spank for the cheeky remark.
“So you haven’t learned your lesson, huh? Do you like it when I spank you?”
Ryker delivered another blow, resulting in a noise from Dylan that was halfway between a cry of pain and a moan.
