“Stay still,” Taylor whispered, softer that time as he ran a hand along Johnny’s ribs and into the deep cut of his hips. “I’ll look after you.”
Johnny let out a shaking breath, nodding as he grabbed a bottle of shower gel from the little shelf in the corner and squirted a some into Taylor’s palm. They groaned into each other’s mouths, hips jerking as Taylor massaged their cocks until foam slid down their balls and between their legs. Johnny let his eyes flutter shut, sinking into the touch as he propped his forehead against Taylor’s shoulder.
“That’s it,” Taylor whispered, kissing his temple. “That’s it, baby. Just relax and let me take care of you.” Johnny shuddered, his stance widening as Taylor pressed a knee between his legs. He tipped his head, letting Taylor catch his lips as water ran into their mouths.
“I know all about your toys,” Taylor murmured, sliding a hand down Johnny’s spine. “How you open your top drawer in the middle of the night.”
Johnny moaned, eyes cracking open slightly as Taylor palmed his arse. “You know, huh?” he whispered, voice breathy as he snaked an ankle around Taylor’s calf. “Did it make you feel hot and bothered?”
Taylor smirked, sliding his fingers into Johnny’s crease and circling them around his rim. It was soft and tight, twitching a little as Taylor stroked it. “You could say that.”
Pressing his mouth into Johnny’s hair, Taylor dipped the tip of his finger into Johnny’s hole. It clenched around him, making Johnny let out a breathy moan as he skimmed a hand downTaylor’s arse cheeks. He mirrored Taylor’s actions, sliding his fingers into his crease.
Taylor shivered, the unfamiliar sensation making his balls pull tight.
“You like that?” Johnny whispered into his mouth, moving his hand and rubbing the pad of his middle finger around Taylor’s hole. Taylor let out an unexpectedly breathy moan as his hips canted forwards on their own.
“When we get out of here,” Johnny continued, kissing Taylor’s wet throat, “I’m gonna lie on the bed and you’re gonna sit on my face.”
Taylor huffed out a quiet laugh, revelling in the way Johnny’s body opened as he slid the tip of another finger inside him. “I’ll crush you.”
Nipping Taylor’s neck, Johnny ground down on his fingers. “Only one of us has a busted arm—ah. Youcan hold yourself up while—ngh—Ieat you out.”
Johnny’s nipples were hard against Taylor’s chest, making his balls contract as more blood pumped to his cock and knot. The simmering heat in Taylor’s belly made his abs clench, and before he knew it he was leaning over Johnny with an arm braced against the tiles.
“Fuck,” he growled, eyes drifting shut he dragged his mouth over Johnny’s scent gland again. “Is it… Is biting you still off the table?”
Johnny smiled, grinding harder onto Taylor’s fingers until he was well past the second knuckle. “We had a deal, did we not?” His voice was low and rumbly, reverberating through Taylor’s body, and before he could stop it, his dick bucked and hot pleasure coiled around his legs. He snarled, returning a hand to their cocks and jerking until he came all over Johnny’s belly.
Johnny moaned, his leg coming up to wrap around Taylor’s thigh whilst his body pulled Taylor’s fingers all the way in.His cock strained hard as he came, white ribbons of come hitting both of their chins and chests. Taylor drove his face into Johnny’s neck, lapping it up before the shower washed it away.
“Tay, Taylor…” Johnny moaned, hand tangling in Taylor’s hair. They panted into each other’s mouths, the water turning cold as it trickled down Taylor’s back and into the drain.
“Taylor. Tay. Get out,” Johnny said, voice unsteady as he uncoiled his leg and pushed open the shower curtain. “And get in the bedroom.”
Taylor did as he was told, not bothering to dry himself off as his feet slapped across the bathroom tiles and onto carpet. Johnny was immediately at his back, his demanding scent flooding Taylor’s nostrils and spooling around his body again like a goddamned fishing net.
He realised then that what he’d smelled in the alleyway wasn’t confusion or anger or distress, but Johnny’s arousal tangled up in desperation. He’d been holding back for over a decade, suppressing his emotions, keeping a handle on his pheromones just so Taylor wouldn’t lose his fucking head.
But now it wasthere,front and centre andnotthe soft, sweet smell of an omega, but the scent of another alpha drenching every part of him, inside and out.
Controlling him.
Forcing him to submit to a beating.
Shit,no,not that.
Taylor squeezed his eyes shut, laughing just once, sharp and loud into the silent room. He covered his mouth as an overwhelming wave of anxiety crashed over him.
Johnny stopped, worry pulling at the corners of his eyes as he turned Taylor around.
“What’s wrong?” he said, tugging Taylor’s hand away from his mouth. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
Taylor covered his eyes, dropping onto the edge of the bed. “Fucking hell,” he mumbled, his stomach twisting.
“Tay?” Johnny sank onto the bed next to him. “Talk to me.”
“I-it’s… it’s nothing. I-I… uh…” He gripped the sheets, head beginning to spin as memories of his dad tried to push through.
