He pulled until it was almost free. And he pushed it back in, shoving it hard against Ottis’ prostate.
Ottis came with a howl, writhing. Doc held him down and pushed the plug deeper. Then he pulled it out with a soft pop, leaving Ottis too empty.
Ottis thrashed. “Need. Need inside. Please. Please, alpha.”
Doc cursed. The next thing Ottis knew, Doc was straddling him, looming over him like an alpha come to stake his claim.
“I wanted to see you in lace,” Doc growled, cupping Ottis’ ass with his big hands and thumbing his cheeks apart. “But I don’t have the patience to let you get dressed. You need to be fucked right now, don’t you? You need my cock stretching you open, going so deep that I’ll never pull out.”
Ottis panted, his own cock throbbing. “Yes. Please!”
He needed to be held down, needed Doc inside him. But the fact that Doc was here, touching him, it eased his aching. Maybe because Ottis knew he was going to be stuffed soon.
Through his burning desire, Ottis caught the scents again. The sex musk on the sheets, Doc’s scent, and—his armpits. The pheromones.
Ottis twisted around onto his back, dragging Doc closer by his shirt. “Need to smell you.”
He leaned in, rubbing his face against the barely-open wedge of Doc’s underarm, breathing in that scent.
“You really like that, huh?” Doc rasped.
“I’ve been trying not to sniff it all day,” Ottis whined. He shoved his nose against the soft fabric, trying to get closer. “Smells so good. Like alpha.”
Doc groaned. “Give me a sec.”
He stripped off his shirt, so every inch of his pecs and abs was on display. Then he tucked his hands behind his head, stretching out his triceps and leaving his armpits completely bared.
The scent was so strong that Ottis almost came again. He buried his face in one of Doc’s armpits and huffed; a moan slipped out of his throat.
“Sweetheart,” Doc growled. “You like my scent this much?”
“S-so goood. Need more.”
Large hands lowered him to the bed. Doc braced himself with one elbow above Ottis’ head, pressing his armpit right over Ottis’ face.
His musk filled Ottis’ lungs. It was heaven. Ottis inhaled and squirmed, bucking his hips.
“Yeah?” Doc growled. “I’ve never had anyone love my scent this much.”
“S-smells like you’re ready to breed me.”
Doc’s breath rushed out. “Fuck.” He caught Ottis leg and drew it up, pushing it to the side to spread him open. With his scent still flooding Ottis’ nose, Doc pushed his clothed bulge between Ottis’ thighs, rubbing it against Ottis’ hole. “You want me to fuck you here, don’t you? You want me to push my big cock inside, get real deep, and fuck you loose. Unload all my cum, give it all to you.”
Ottis came all over himself, making little choked sounds.
“Beautiful,” Doc growled. He ran his hand through the wet streaks on Ottis’ chest, then wiped it on himself, covering his chest with Ottis’ scent.
But his cock wasn’t inside yet.
Ottis grasped at Doc’s sides, but it wasn’t enough to pull Doc closer. He curled his fingers into Doc’s belt, yanking hard. “Inside. Please. Now.”
Doc groaned. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”
He pulled away, leaving Ottis feeling cold. Doc climbed off the bed and dropped his pants and underwear. The moment he did, the scent of his cock filled the room.
Ottis burned so hot, he thought his skin would catch on fire. He whimpered and crawled toward Doc, his mouth watering. “Need. Touch me. Need more.”
Doc panted, watching him. His chest was heaving, his muscles rippling, his cock pointing up, big and thick.
