Once he was situated, a lump began to form in his throat. This was by far his least favored position, requiring coordination and skill he really wasn’t confident in. Why had he chosen this for their next round?
Emory let out a soft purr of pleasure as Cameron accidentally nudged his cock with his belly.
Ah, right. This was why. He and his omega, who was busy spinning in happy circles, wanted to make their alpha feel good enough he’d pop his knot again, but this time inside Cameron. Even if the thought of it made his abs clench a little.
Ignoring that, Cameron maneuvered his hips somewhat jerkily until he was positioned right over the top of Emory’s hard length. He always found this part the most awkward, having to grab his partner’s member like a joystick and guide it into himself.
Emory made another soft noise and canted his hips up, pressing the tip of his cock into Cameron’s entrance. With surprising ease, he thrust his hips up and sank a solid inch or so into Cameron’s waiting hole.
Cameron gasped in surprise and sank down several more inches. Emory rolled his head back, his mouth falling open to reveal his elongated canines. This should have also probably intimidated Cameron, but instead, it had the opposite effect.Cameron pressed down several more inches until at least half of Emory’s cock was buried inside him.
He watched in fascination as a bead of sweat ran down Emory’s neck. The urge to lick him, to consume a part of him, was nearly overwhelming, but he still wasn’t sure if that was allowed. He swirled his hips, distracting himself for a moment as Emory’s cock slid in another inch and glided across his prostate.
“Oh,” Cameron breathed, trying to maintain his composure enough to control the descent. Another bead of sweat dripped down Emory’s neck, and Cameron swore that if one more crossed his vision, he was going to lean forward, and?—
Another drop slid down, right across Emory’s Adam's apple. Cameron pushed down with his hips, impaling himself as he leaned forward and pressed an open-mouth kiss to Emory’s throat. The tiny drop of sweat exploded on Cameron’s tongue, a heady mixture of salt and pheromones and that spiciness he associated with his alpha.
He wasn’t sure when in the disjointed sequence of their relationship he had finally allowed his octopus to win out, and to classify Emory ashis, but he wasn’t going to question it now. Or maybe ever.
Emory shuddered as he wrapped his strong arms around Cameron’s lower back. Cameron sucked lightly on his throat, and he tipped his head to the side to give Cameron better access.
“Oh, honey, you’re so tight,” he growled, shifting his hips and causing Cameron to whine and twitch his hips in return.
They moved against each other, a little out of sync as Cameron once again adjusted to having his insides completely filled. He hadn’t realized he was aiming for Emory’s scent mark, or maybe his octopus was, but when he pressed his lips to the mark, Emory bucked his hips violently.
“Cameron!” Emory shouted, and he gripped Cameron’s hips and slammed him down on his cock.
Cameron had two choices: let go, or latch on harder, and he and his octopus were unified in their decision to latch onto Emory’s neck with their mouth and wrap their arms and legs around his back.
“Oh–gods,” Emory cried out. “Please…please,” he begged, pressing his throat harder into Cameron’s mouth.
“I’ve got you,” Cameron whispered, mimicking Emory’s words from before as he latched onto Emory’s mark to suck a brutal hickey into it.
Emory moaned and began rocking back and forth. Cameron marveled at being able to bring his alpha so much pleasure. He would happily stay here for the rest of his rut, taking his cock and sucking on his mark.
“Oh, gods,” Emory groaned, the sound rumbling through Cameron’s head. “Honey, that feels so good…but my rut is taking over. I need you to let go so I don’t hurt you.”
Cameron immediately did as he was told, sitting up straight and staring directly into Emory’s golden eyes. He was just distracted enough that when Emory thrust his hips up and slammed Cameron down, right onto that spot inside him, he couldn’t stop himself from throwing his head back in a scream.
“Yes,” Emory growled, and Cameron barely had time to catch his breath before he did it again. Cameron’s second shout was much more subdued as he fought to regain control of himself.
Once again, their bodies were pressed together, and his part caught and dragged against the fuzzy hair and slight folds of Emory’s belly. Each thrust felt like a firework was going off inside him. When he played with toys on his own, he usually saved prostate play for right before he was going to come. This was like some sort of endurance test, Emory slamming the bulbous head of his cock against his spot over and over and over again.
He could barely catch his breath, let alone control his noises, and he felt his mind going fuzzy, only semi-aware of what he was saying. At one point, he was pretty sure he called Emory perfect, and at another, he may have said he was in love with his cock.
Emory also seemed lost in his rut, grunting and growling, nuzzling his face in Cameron’s hair one moment only to throw his head back and roar the next. Precum was spilling down Cameron’s belly, just like slick was pouring out of his ass, drenching Emory and probably the sheets below them. His octopus was practically jelly, lying motionless as wave after wave of pleasure threatened to drown them both.
He started to feel that familiar tingle at the base of his spine, which slowly spread into his abs and groin. He was getting close, but this time he really wanted Emory to come first.
He shifted his hips slightly, eliciting a groan from Emory as the position allowed him to go even deeper with each thrust. Cameron didn’t want to risk accidentally bashing his face on Emory’s shoulder, so instead he readjusted his grip so he could brush his fingertips over Emory’s scent gland.
“Cameron!” Emory shouted, and his hips stuttered out of sync, allowing Cameron to pick up the rhythm and begin bouncing up and down on him in earnest.
Emory’s hips stilled for a moment before he snarled and gave two rough thrusts, coming deep inside Cameron. Instead of pulling away, Emory jerked forward. The room blurred around them, and Cameron found himself on his back with Emory hovering above him.
“Going…to…knot,” Emory groaned, and Cameron tightened his grip around his neck as he pressed his ass up against Emory’s crotch.
Something round and large pressed against his rim, and with a sharp thrust from Emory, his knot forced its way in. Cameron let out a surprised shout, and every instinct in him told him topull away, but Cameron had done this before. He forced himself to take a deep breath and bear down as Emory’s knot continued to rise up his cock, pressing and stretching Cameron farther than he ever had been before.
