Somehow, Doc rearranged Ottis so his arm slid between Ottis’ thighs, grinding against his cock and ass. Ottis shuddered and panted, rocking against him. “The plug isn’t enough. It’s not long enough. Not big like your cock.”
“Fuck,” Doc whispered, his breath hitching. “Sweetheart, let me get you to bed.”
They entered Doc’s bedroom. Doc paused long enough to kick the doors shut. Then he tumbled Ottis onto his huge, comfortable bed, where it smelled like alpha, like old musk and cum. No one else had been in this bed for a long time, just Doc. It was obvious that he jerked off by himself in here.
Ottis struggled with his clothes, pressing his face against the sheets.
Doc’s breath rushed out. “Do you know that you’ve got your ass up in the air?”
Ottis didn’t know, actually. “Too busy smelling your cum,” he mumbled. But now that he knew, he lifted his ass higher, trying to get his pants off.
Doc groaned. “Let me help you.” He climbed onto the bed behind Ottis and grasped his hips, lifting him up. To Ottis’ surprise, Doc buried his face in his ass and sniffed. “You smell good.Ready.”
Ottis shuddered. Then he squawked when Doc pulled him onto his lap. Strong arms wrapped around him; thick fingers slippedunder his shirt. Ottis squirmed, moaning when Doc’s hard length rubbed against his ass. “You’re so big.”
“All the better to fill you with,” Doc growled, rocking Ottis forward and pinning him. He ground against Ottis’ ass again, a sweet hard promise. Ottis tried to breathe. It was difficult when all he could think about was Doc’s cock. There were too many layers of clothes between them.
“Get it off. Get it off!” He struggled.
“Get your clothes off?” Doc pressed his face against the crook of Ottis’ neck, sniffing at him through the masks.
“Need you inside. Clothesoff.”
Doc huffed. “You sure know what you want.”
“Your cock,” Ottis whined.
Doc groaned, rolling his hips to shove his bulge between Ottis’ cheeks. Ottis moaned and clutched at the sheets, trying to spread his legs wider. Doc reached around and grabbed him between the legs. Then Doc lifted him like he weighed nothing, angling Ottis’ hips higher.
If there were no clothes between them, Doc would be thrusting inside him right now.
“P-please.” Ottis’ voice cracked.
“Let me get you naked first.” Doc slipped his hands under Ottis’ shirt and stroked his belly. Then he caressed Ottis’ chest, tugging on his nipples. Ottis writhed; Doc rolled the hard nubs between his fingers, until Ottis leaked and panted, clenching helplessly around the plug.
“I’m s-so wet,” Ottis whimpered. “But it’s all trapped by the plug.”
Doc growled. He stripped off Ottis’ shirt, then grasped Ottis’ pants and underwear, yanking them down to mid-thigh.
Suddenly, Ottis was nearly naked. Doc straightened Ottis’ legs and dragged his clothes off completely, leaving him bare.
Ready to be filled.
Ottis got his knees back under himself. The plug moved, pressing against his prostate. Precum shot all over the bed.
“Mmm. I saw that,” Doc murmured. “You really like having your sweet spot massaged, don’t you?”
And he pressed down on the plug, so it ground against Ottis’ prostate. Ottis shuddered and cried out, pleasure bursting through him.
“Y-you need to take it out,” Ottis said, his voice wavering. He was shaking all over, his cock jerking each time Doc nudged the plug.
“I’ve been wanting to play with you all day,” Doc said. “Knowing you were wearing my plug, keeping my cum inside you.”
He gripped the plug’s flared base, his fingers five points of heat against Ottis’ skin. He tugged lightly. The plug didn’t move much. Ottis groaned, reaching behind and spreading his cheeks. “Please take it out. So you can see my hole. You’ll see that I’ve been good.”
Doc made a low, pleased sound. Then he pulled, the plug putting pressure on Ottis’ rim and stretching him open.
“Fuck,” Doc groaned, reaching down to palm himself. “Look at the way your pretty hole opens around my knot.”
