Hades tensed, his grip growing tight around Aaren’s hips. When Aaren peeked over his shoulder, he found Hades with his eyes narrowed, teeth bared.
What were the chances of this happening? Sure, there was the phone incident, and the time Ballus had passed out on his bed, but this... This was the first time Ballus was awake and in the same room while Hades’ cock was inside Aaren.
They had never come so close to being caught before.
Hades held Aaren against the cubicle wall, thrusting in.
“Mine,” he breathed into Aaren’s ear.
Aaren’s breath rushed out, pleasure throbbing between his legs.
The footsteps came closer. Then the door slammed in the cubicle next to theirs, clothes rustling.
Holy fuck,Aaren thought.
Hades kept Aaren pinned with his chest, slipping his hand around to feel for Aaren’s cock. He huffed when he realized that Aaren was still rock-hard.
Maybe it said something about Aaren, that cheating on Ballus with Hades made his balls pull tight.
“Perfect,” Hades whispered. And he pushed all the way in, letting Aaren feel the exact size and shape of his cock.
Aaren writhed, his eyes rolling back.
Ballus began to piss loudly. The sound echoed off the walls, loud enough that Hades began to thrust harder, one hand holding onto Aaren’s cock while he worked himself in and out of Aaren, grinding against his prostate.
It was so forbidden, and so fucking hot that Aaren knew he couldn’t hold back for much longer. His entire body squeezed around Hades, begging for his come.
If Ballus had any inkling that Aaren was stretched around Hades, right there next to him...
“Good omega,” Hades whispered. The next thrust sounded wet and loud, their hips meeting in a lewd smack.
“What the fuck?” Ballus said loudly. “Are you fucking in there?”
Hades paused. Aaren didn’t have to look, to know his alpha was smiling.
“Shh,” Hades said into his ear. And he began to thrust, hard, hungry strokes that made their bodies clap together, need and pleasure twisting through Aaren. It was all he could do to keep breathing, to keep his voice locked away as Hades drilled into his ass.
“Come,” Hades growled.
Aaren shoved his hands over his mouth, coming all over the wall. Maybe a whine slipped out of his throat. Hades tightened his grip and fucked in harder, chasing his own orgasm now.
“What the fuck,” Ballus snapped. The toilet flushed; clothes rustled. “Can’t you fucking keep it in your pants? Are you trying to prove something?”
“Oh yeah,” Hades breathed, and he hammered in so roughly that Aaren came again, his toes curling.
“At leastmyomega isn’t that much of a slut,” Ballus hissed. “Spreading his legs for some alpha in a public restroom.”
Aaren had to bite down his giggle. Behind him, Hades shook with silent laughter.
Ballus stalked out of the restroom. Did he even wash his hands? Aaren hadn’t heard the sound of running water.
Then the door slammed, and Hades began to pound in for real, demanding thrusts that said he really wanted to come.
“I want your come,” Aaren whimpered.
“Fuck,” Hades snarled, his cock growing thicker. His strokes went uneven. He buried himself completely, pulsing deep into Aaren. “Fuck, that was hot.”
“So hot,” Aaren agreed. “I guess I’m really a slut.”
