“Do you at least make sure he gets a good orgasm or two?” Gable asked.
No,Aaren mouthed.
“Yeah, he comes,” Ballus said disinterestedly.
It was so different from the way Hades held him down and milked him dry, until he could only clutch the sheets and shake apart.
Aaren gave Gable a deadpan stare. “I think the sausage tastes better elsewhere.”
Gable looked like he agreed.
Ballus frowned. “What does sausage have to do with this?”
Before he could think too deeply about it, their food showed up.
To Aaren’s surprise, the server set a slice of blueberry cheesecake in front of him. He gasped. “I get cheesecake?”
The omega gestured sheepishly at Hades. “The gentleman bought it for you.”
Aaren hadn’t even realized that Hades had done that. When he turned, he found Hades with a tiny curl to his lips.
“What the hell,” Ballus said reaching for the cheesecake. “I’m going to throw that in his face.”
Aaren threw his arms around the cheesecake, huddling protectively over it. “No! It’s mine!”
Ballus gripped Aaren’s arm like he wanted to move it aside. Aaren hissed at him.
“If you feel threatened by a piece of cheesecake, then you should’ve bought me a slice,” Aaren said. “Instead of telling me that no other alpha would want to buy me nice things.”
Ballus bared his teeth. “He’s not your alpha.”
Oh, he is,Aaren wanted to say. But that wasn’t the point of this meal. He eyed Ballus’ burger and fries. “Are you going to give me your fries, then?”
Ballus scoffed. “And make you fatter? No.”
Aaren shrugged. With his arms still curled around his cheesecake, he turned, hiding his expression from Ballus.
He found Hades with his shoulders taut, his jaw clenched like he was trying not to rip into Ballus. So Aaren held his gaze, closing his mouth around one corner of the cheesecake.
It worked. Hades’ shoulders lost some of their tension; he gave Aaren a pleased smile.
Aaren smiled back and focused on his cheesecake. It melted in his mouth, smooth and creamy, pairing perfectly with the blueberry jam.
“It’s so good,” Aaren moaned, taking another bite.
Ballus seethed. “It’s going to destroy your figure.”
Aaren licked his lips. “You didn’t want to buy me a salad.”
When he peeked, he found that Ballus’ face had turned purple. Ballus snarled, “You’re not going to sleep with him just because he bought you a cheesecake.”
Aaren blinked innocently. “What if he buys me two cheesecakes and four burgers?”
Over at the other table, Hades coughed lightly.
“That’s it?” Ballus’ face twisted. “You’d sleep with him just because he buys you food?”
Aaren squeezed around Hades’ plug, remembering Hades’ lips on his skin, Hades’ cock deep inside him. “Doyoubuy me food?”
