Ottis lunged, both hands outstretched and reaching for his alpha’s cock.
Doc caught him before he could. He flipped Ottis back onto the bed and followed, pinning Ottis down.
And now Ottis felt like he’d been caught by a predator. Doc raked his gaze over Ottis’ flushed skin, his attention lingering on the vulnerable parts between Ottis’ legs. Ottis spread them wider; Doc hissed and grasped Ottis under the knees, shoving his legs open on either side of him. Ottis’ scar tissue pulled, but he didn’t care. It felt good being put on display like that. So Doc could see all his sensitive, needy parts.
“Need you now,” Ottis whined, his empty hole fluttering. “Now, now, now.”
Doc groaned and leaned in, pressing his face against Ottis’ neck. His masks crinkled between them, and his bare cock pushed between Ottis’ cheeks. It was so close to being inside.
Instead of fucking in immediately, Doc rubbed his face against Ottis’ throat. His breath puffed behind his masks, and he nuzzled Ottis again.
Did he... want more?
“Lights off,” Ottis panted. “Then you can bite me, suck me, whatever you want.”
Doc shuddered. His eyes glazed over for a moment. “Fine.”
He pulled away to close the blackout curtains, his movements rough and jerky. This left the room lit by a single lamp. It threw shadows over Doc, highlighting his muscles and turning his eyes darker. When he returned to the bed, Ottis’ cock jerked. Doc’s gaze dropped to it. And he prowled closer, with such intent that Ottis knew he would end up impaled on his alpha’s cock.
“I’ll fuck into you so deep, sweetheart,” Doc growled. “Fuck you long and hard, so you’ll gape when I pull out. I’ll fuck you loose, fuck you full of cum, and you’ll beg for more.”
Ottis burned. He reached for Doc’s cock; Doc thrust into his hand, heavy and hot. Both of them groaned. Doc kept thrusting, his strokes growing hard and forceful, like what he might do in Ottis’ ass. It was almost too much. Ottis’ need grew unbearable the longer it went on; he raised his hips to sink himself onto that thick length.
But Doc pressed a hand to Ottis’ chest and pinned him down, before reaching over to turn out the light.
They were plunged into darkness. And now all Ottis could hear were their thundering hearts, Doc’s breathing heavy and loud.
“Eat me,” Ottis blurted. And froze.
Doc froze too. Then he huffed. “Did you mean that literally, or...?”
“I meant you can consume me in a sexual way! Wait. You can’t chew on my cock.” Ottis groaned. “This was supposed to be sexy.”
Doc laughed. Calloused fingers pressed against Ottis’ mouth, then inside, two thick fingers thrusting against his tongue.
That shut Ottis up real quick. He sucked on Doc’s fingers hungrily, sliding his tongue between them and hollowing his cheeks. Doc groaned; he straddled Ottis and thrust his cock between Ottis’ thighs.
“You’re so fucking hot, sweetheart,” Doc growled. “Sucking on that straw, trying to catch it with your tongue. I imagined you doing the same with my cock. I wanted to push it into your mouth, stretch your pretty red lips and make you take me all the way to the back of your throat.”
Ottis shuddered, achingly hard. Doc slid another finger into Ottis’ mouth, then thrust them all deeper.
“Please, please fuck me,” Ottis whined around Doc’s fingers. “Make me scream.”
Doc rumbled so loudly that it vibrated through Ottis’ bones. He leaned in and pressed his face to Ottis’ neck, only to have his masks crinkle between them.
No,Ottis decided.I don’t really like the masks.
As though Doc could read his mind, he pulled away slightly. Something rustled.
Then his breathing became clearer. No longer muffled.
With a jolt, Ottis realized that Doc had taken off his masks.
Warm breath puffed onto Ottis’ jaw. Neither of them moved. Then Doc pressed his face to Ottis’ neck, slowly, smooth skin followed by craggy rough flesh.
Was the soft skin... Doc’s lips?
Was that a kiss?
