Peter didn’t say anything more. He pulled Chad away from the wall and put a hand on the back of his neck. Chad shuddered, and Peter’s cock twitched at the responsiveness. Leading Chad to the living room, he positioned Chad a step away from the front of the couch. Standing behind him, bulge digging into his lower back, Peter put his hands on his shoulders and pushed him down.
Chad didn’t hesitate, falling to his hands and knees, looking at Peter with hooded eyes. Peter crouched down and stroked a hand over his head, the feeling of control making his balls feel full and heavy.
“I want you to stay perfectly still,” Peter said, moving Chad’s head so that he was staring straight ahead, putting a hand on his stomach and pushing it up to flatten his back. When he had Chad where he wanted him, obedient and frozen like a statue, he wandered off into the kitchen to get himself a glass of wine.
Peter took his time, heading to the bedroom to pick up the book he was reading, and when he came back five minutes later Chad was exactly where he left him.
He didn’t react at all when Peter came back into the room, like he was in a trance.
Peter ignored him and sat down on the couch, lifting his feet and putting them down on Chad’s back with a sigh. Putting his glass down on the end table an arm’s reach away from where he was sitting, Peter looked at Chad over the top of his propped-open book.
Other than an increase in his breathing, he was holding perfectly still.
It was perfect.
***
Chad felt like he was floating. Time passed, but he had no idea how much. He almost couldn’t feel his body, except for the point on his back where Peter’s heels dug into his flesh.
“Are you doing okay down there?” Peter asked. He didn’t lift his feet, but Chad could see him looking up over his book out of the corner of his eye.
It took a while before Chad could gather his thoughts to answer.
“It’s intense,” he said, his voice rough. Peter’s feet lifted and he moved off the couch, crouching down next to Chad and stroking his back.
“Good intense or bad intense?” His hand settled on the back of Chad’s neck, and every slight twitch of his fingers felt like they rocked the world.
“Good,” Chad said, closing his eyes and trying his best to stay frozen. Now that Peter was demanding his focus, he became aware of how uncomfortable he actually was. The wool area rug under his hands and knees itched, and his back ached.
“Tell me if you need a break,” Peter said, moving back into position on the couch. This time he crossed his feet at the ankles, and the single point of pressure felt distinctly different.
Chad wished that he wasn’t wearing his clothes. His cock was tucked against his left thigh, and he was leaking enough pre-cum that his jeans were getting sticky and uncomfortable.
“Settle,” Peter warned, and Chad realized he’d been shifting his leg to move his cock. He flushed, the warning pushing him back into that floaty place where nothing but existing and pleasing Peter mattered.
Chad barely registered it a while later when Peter lifted his legs again and pulled him to his feet. He let Peter walk him into the bedroom, leaning against the bigger alpha for support, turning his face into Peter’s body so that he could breathe in his delicious scent.
Peter put him down on the center of the bed, pulled down his jeans, and stood back. Chad could feel the air on his ass like a cool breeze, but his cock was still trapped against his thigh. He humped the mattress, needy and feeling like he was right on the verge on coming.
Peter climbed on top of the bed and straddled Chad’s legs, strong hands grabbing his hips and pulling him up. Chad gasped as Peter fucked into him with a single smooth thrust. It felt like fireworks were going off inside of him. He could feel Peter filling him up, pleasure traveling up his spine and through his extremities like an electric current.
“Good boy,” Peter said, a hand on Chad’s shoulder pinning him down. Chad realized he’d been writhing, the moans filling the air coming from him. “Relax and take it.”
That was all the warning Chad got before Peter started pounding into him, fucking him hard enough to make the massive bed slam against the wall.
Chad cried out, Peter’s hands on him strong and bruising, the cock filling him up feeling like it was branding him from the inside.
“You’re mine,” Peter snarled, his mouth on Chad’s neck. Chad’s cock throbbed in response. “Say it!” Peter demanded, fucking into him so hard the world shook. “Fucking say it!”
“I’m yours,” Chad moaned, overwhelmed and in ecstasy. Peter shot his load, his knot swelling fast and locking him tight inside Chad’s hole. The pressure on his prostate sent Chad over the edge, and he screamed as he emptied his balls into the sheets.
“All mine,” Peter mumbled, dropping down and letting Chad take his full weight. He sounded drunk and extremely pleased.
Chad felt a warm feeling in his belly. He doubted that Peter had ever sounded like that when talking about anyone else.
Blinking, mind clearing now that he’d shot his load, Chad wondered why Peter hadn’t claimed him yet. They were practically living together, and it was clear that Peter wanted to bite him every time they had sex.
If Chad weren’t an alpha, his neck would have been covered in bruises.
