Really? Olivier wanted to know more, but he also didn’t. Didn’t want to think about Eric’s omega now. He just wanted Eric to himself, wanted to forget all the bitterness between them.
“Please,” Olivier whispered.
“Please what?” Eric unbuttoned the top of Olivier’s pants. Pulled open his fly, relieving some of the pressure there. Olivier’s cock strained up, trapped in his briefs. “Tell me, Ollie.”
Olivier closed his eyes, the nickname making his chest squeeze tight. He hadn’t thought he’d hear that from Eric’s lips again. “I don’t know,” Olivier whimpered. “I want everything.”
“Fuck,” Eric groaned. Then he released Olivier and turned him around, so their eyes met.
Olivier froze. He’d have preferred not to look at Eric. So he wouldn’t see any of Eric’s revulsion, or hate.
But Eric didn’t seem repulsed by him. In the bright fluorescent light of the shop’s backroom, Eric’s eyes were a clear reddish-brown, his lips full, his expression hungry. He wasn’t put off by Olivier, and he wasn’t angry, either.
“Shouldn’t you be angry with me?” Olivier croaked. Then he regretted it, in case Eric came to his senses and left.
Instead, Eric caught his chin, leaned in, and slanted his lips over Olivier’s, kissing him hot and hard.
Olivier’s blood swooped south. Eric was kissing him. Eric was kissing him, and he was inside Olivier’s mouth, tasting him, claiming him.
Eric tasted like coffee, and he smelled like musk and cedar. He backed Olivier against the desk, running his large, hot palms down Olivier’s sides, his teeth sharp points on Olivier’s lower lip.
“Nah,” Eric breathed, sucking Olivier’s lip into his damp mouth, tugging Olivier’s shirt higher. He swept his hands up Olivier’s front, then pushed his tongue into Olivier’s mouth, and Olivier could already imagine Eric fucking him lower down, with his tongue, his fingers, his cock.
His hole squeezed; slick drenched his underwear, and he felt too tense, felt like he needed to do something to respond, but he was too afraid of chasing Eric away.
“Good?” Eric murmured into Olivier’s mouth, sliding inside again, dragging his tongue against Olivier’s teeth, then deeper.
Olivier shivered. “You’re my brother.”
Eric rumbled. “Stepbrother. But tonight, I’m your alpha. Gonna give you my knot.”
Just the thought of that—Eric buried inside him, Eric’s knot stretching him open... Eric as his alpha...
Olivier’s hunger intensified. His pulse thumped between his legs, and his cock strained against his briefs. He needed to present for Eric, needed to show Eric how much Olivier wanted him.
“All the other doors are locked?” Eric murmured, pulling away to look into Olivier’s eyes.
Olivier nodded, his tongue too thick in his mouth.
“Good.”
Eric stepped even closer, until his solid chest pressed against Olivier, until their shoes bumped and their faces were inches apart, and he slipped his fingers through Olivier’s hair.
Then he tipped Olivier’s face up, so Olivier was craning his head back, utterly exposed.
When Eric kissed him this time, he nudged Olivier’s mouth open. Slipped inside, tangling their tongues. Olivier moaned into his mouth. Eric pressed him against the desk, reached behind, and cupped Olivier’s ass. Hefted him onto tiptoes, holding him against Eric’s cock.
“Touch me,” Eric commanded.
Olivier whimpered, daring to touch his fingertips to Eric’s waist, his leather belt, the denim loops of his jeans. Then he reached higher, to Eric’s strong back, and around to his front, where his abs were hard and his pecs stretched his shirt. Eric was so handsome, and strong, and Olivier wanted to see more of him. Wanted Eric bare, so he could feast his eyes.
“I want,” Olivier gasped.
“Want what?” Eric’s gaze burned into him.
“Want you.” Olivier gulped. “On top of me.”
Eric’s breath rushed out of him. His pupils blew wide, and he panted, catching Olivier’s wrist. Then he dragged Olivier’s hand back down his chest, his abs, to the apex of his legs. Olivier stopped breathing.
Eric pushed Ollie’s hand down the length of his cock, thick and straining behind his jeans. “All this is yours,” Eric whispered. “How do you want it?”
“Inside,” Olivier blurted, ashamed of his desire.
But Eric smiled, a slow, hungry tilt of his lips. “Burying deep? Until you scream?”
Gods, Olivier wanted him inside right this moment. His heat ached in his bones, and he squirmed, shoving his pants and briefs down, so desperate he could hardly think.
“Fuck, Ollie. Fuck.”
Eric caught his hands, pinning them to the desk. His gaze coasted down Olivier’s chest, to Olivier’s cock trapped in his shoved-down briefs, a shameful bulge with a damp patch of fabric at its tip.
“You want me,” Eric murmured, licking his lips. “You really want me.”
“Yeah,” Olivier croaked, his face burning. His cock jerked at Eric’s attention.
“Gods.” Eric released Olivier’s wrist and reached down, tracing his fingertips along Olivier’s cock, his touch barely-there through the cotton briefs. It sent a feather-light pleasure down Olivier’s nerves, made him wetter.
His brother was touching his cock.
Olivier groaned, unable to keep from rolling his hips. “Eric! Don’t—don’t tease.”
Eric smiled wider. “Say that again. I want you to say my name.”
Olivier trembled. “Eric.”
Eric growled and leaned in close, kissing Olivier on the neck. He trailed his fingers up Ollie’s cock, to his tip, squeezing it lightly. Olivier gasped, shoving into his hand. And Eric dragged his fingertip across Olivier’s covered head, smearing precome across the fabric. Then he lifted his finger away, and a thin thread of clear fluid stretched between his finger and Olivier’s cock, proof of Olivier’s arousal.
Olivier squirmed, embarrassed. “Don’t look.”
“Gonna look all I want, Ollie.” Eric brought his finger up, licking Olivier’s precome off. Then he rolled it in his mouth, tasting it. “You’re so damn beautiful. Taste good.”
Eric tasted him. Olivier whined, equal parts aroused and horrified.
“We grew up together,” Olivier groaned.
“Means I need to treat you extra-good,” Eric said.
Then he knelt at Olivier’s feet, pressing his nose against Olivier’s briefs, breathing him in. Olivier trembled, winding his fingers into Eric’s hair. There was one layer of fabric between him and Eric. A single layer before Ollie was completely exposed. He needed to hold on to something. And Eric curled his hot fingers into Olivier’s briefs, yanked it down his thighs in one swift move.
Olivier yelped, reaching down to cover himself. He’d never shown himself to Eric before.
But Eric caught Olivier’s hands, pulled them away from his hips, leaving Olivier’s bare cock straining up, his sensitive tip pushing out past his foreskin, hungry for touch.
Olivier covered up again, his skin too tight. “Eric—”
“Do you want me to see you, or not?” Eric met his eyes, his gaze dark with promise.
“I’m your—”
“You’re my omega tonight.” Eric kissed the back of Olivier’s hand. “Let me fuck you the way I’ve always wanted to.”
Olivier whimpered. Slick leaked out of his hole, trailing down his thigh, and Eric’s nostrils flared when he smelled it. “How—” Olivier gulped “—how do you want to fuck me?”
Eric’s smile widened. “I want to see all of you. I want to see how hard you are for me. How wet. Gonna fill you up, Ollie.”
Olivier closed his eyes, shame burning through him. Deep down, secretly, he did want Eric to see him. It was just so... deplorable, being hungry for your own stepbrother.
“You gonna?” Eric lifted Olivier’s hands away, his touch finger-light. So Olivier had a choice on whether he wanted Eric to see.<
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For so long, Olivier had wanted his stepbrother closer. He had a chance now. Eric wanted him. He wasn’t going to waste this opportunity.
Olivier wet his lips and pulled his hands away from his cock, his blush rising up his chest.
Eric raked his eyes over Olivier’s cock. “Fuck.”
Olivier groaned, his skin prickling all over. Eric was staring at him. He saw how much Olivier wanted him, and Olivier’s cock throbbed in response, precome trickling down its length. His tip pushed out further, hungry.
“I want to taste all of you,” Eric growled, his hot breath puffing over Olivier’s cock. Then he brushed kisses up the underside of Olivier’s length, light strokes of damp lips, all the way to Olivier’s head.
Olivier shuddered, his cock aching with how hard it grew. His most sensitive parts were in Eric’s reach. And Eric dragged his upper lip over the edge of Olivier’s foreskin, his breath rushing over Olivier’s tip.
Before Olivier could beg for more, Eric flicked his tongue out, licking over Olivier’s dusky tip. Then he grasped Ollie’s ass, pulled his cheeks apart, and closed his mouth around Olivier’s cock, taking his head into the snug, wet warmth of his mouth.
Olivier cried out, jerking helplessly into Eric. Eric had exposed his hole. The air in the backroom cooled his slick, and yet, Eric’s mouth was hot around his cock, taking him deeper in.
Eric hollowed his cheeks. The pressure in his mouth spiked. Sensation jolted down Olivier’s spine, made his hips buck forward so he hit the back of Eric’s throat. Eric grunted.
Mortified, Olivier scrambled. Except Eric growled a muffled, “Fuck, yeah,” around his cock, and he began to suck on Olivier in earnest. His callused fingers squeezed Olivier’s ass, spreading his cheeks wide, as though he was preparing Olivier to be penetrated from behind. Right now.
“Eric,” Ollie gasped.
Eric sucked down his cock and slid a fingertip between Olivier’s cheeks, pausing right at his hole. Then he tapped on it, every touch traveling down Olivier’s nerves.
Olivier panted. Eric would breach that hole tonight. He would slide inside with his fingers, maybe his cock... and just for tonight, Olivier would belong to him.
So Olivier relaxed his hole, knowing Eric would feel it.
Eric groaned, musk rippling off his skin. He pressed down lightly on Olivier’s hole, until his fingertip sank inside.
It wasn’t enough, though.
“More,” Olivier panted, his hole squeezing. He wanted Eric to fuck hard into him, wanted to be fucked raw, until all he knew was Eric’s cock plowing into his body, his knot swelling inside Olivier. “Fuck me, Eric.”
Eric swore, dragging his lips off Olivier’s cock. He pushed two fingers into Olivier’s hole, and Olivier jerked, his body opening around his alpha. Eric was touching him inside.
“Mine,” Eric growled, licking the dampness off Olivier’s cock. He closed his other hand around Olivier’s tip, dragged his foreskin down. Olivier flushed, wanting to hide himself, yet at the same time, wanting Eric to touch him.
Eric licked over Olivier’s sensitive piss-slit. Then he dragged his tongue around Olivier’s tip, took him deep, and swirled his fingers inside Olivier. Olivier groaned, hiding his face. Eric’s touch felt decadent. He wanted more. Wanted Eric’s scent all over him, wanted to bend over for his brother.
Eric turned Olivier around, so all Olivier saw were the scattered invoices on the desk. This left his ass exposed to Eric.
On instinct, Olivier leaned forward, lifting his hips, spreading his legs so Eric had a better view of his ass.
Eric’s breath wheezed out of him. He groaned, and over his shoulder, Olivier saw Eric adjust his cock in his pants. Then Eric gave up and yanked his pants open, pulling his cock out of his boxers.
It strained upward, dusky and thick, its tip gleaming with precome. Olivier couldn’t stop looking at it. He wanted to taste it. Touch it. Take it deep into his body.
Eric stroked his cock, glancing up to meet Olivier’s eyes. “Want this?”
“Yes,” Olivier choked, spreading himself open.
Eric’s gaze stroked over his hole, heavy and ravenous. He cupped Ollie’s ass. Then he held Ollie’s cheeks open, leaning in. Something soft and damp pushed between his cheeks. It flicked against his tight balls, and then dragged up to his hole, circling around it.
Eric was licking him.
Olivier panted, his face scorching. “E-Eric!”
Eric’s tongue slid right over his hole. Olivier whimpered, staring unseeingly at the grain of his solid wood desk. Then Eric pushed a finger into him, swirled it around, and withdrew it.
And he pressed his entire face against Olivier’s ass, spread Olivier wide open, and kissed his hole.
Olivier whined, incoherent. Could only feel as Eric pushed his tongue into his hole, licking him inside. It was far too intimate. And yet Olivier’s cock pulsed, his balls drawing tight. He needed more.
As though he could read Olivier’s mind, Eric leaned away then. He shoved Olivier’s pants to his knees, then reached into his own jeans, freeing his balls. Olivier panted. He wanted to feel all of Eric against him. Wanted Eric’s cock, his knot, his alpha scent all over Olivier’s skin.
Eric shrugged out of his shirt, his pecs flexing under the bright lamps, his abs strong and beautiful.
Olivier couldn’t help staring. Then Eric stepped up close, his cock pushing hungrily against Olivier’s hip. Olivier stopped breathing.
“Gonna fuck you,” Eric growled, licking his lips. “Yeah?”
“Please.”
Eric wrapped his arms around Olivier, kissing down his neck, his shoulder. He smoothed his palms down Olivier’s front, hauled him backward, so Olivier’s hips bumped against Eric’s hard thighs. Then Eric angled his cock down, slid it flush against Olivier’s hole, and it pushed eagerly between Olivier’s cheeks, leaking precome. Olivier panted at its sheer thickness.
“Need you inside,” he whined.
Eric swore, reaching around, closing his fist around Olivier’s cock. Then he rocked his hips so his blunt tip slid up and down between Olivier’s cheeks, catching against Olivier’s hole a couple of times, before skidding off.
“Eric,” Olivier begged. “Don’t—don’t...”
“Don’t make you wait?” Eric murmured. He pumped Olivier’s cock, distracting Olivier momentarily with the pleasure. Then his tip caught against Olivier’s hole, and he rolled his hips, sinking that thick head into Olivier’s body.
“Fuck,” Eric rasped, his hands gripping tight around Olivier’s hips. “So damn tight.”
Olivier moaned, stretching around his alpha. Eric was big. Eric squeezed his cock into Olivier, then pulled out, coating it liberally with Olivier’s slick.
And then he thrust all the way in, a thick, solid length. Olivier panted, all his senses focused on his alpha’s cock, the way it had claimed him, the way it rocked inside, pushing deep, sliding out.
Eric groaned, pressing his forehead to Olivier’s shoulder. “Can’t—can’t stop now, Ollie. Need to fuck hard. Need to make you mine.”
“Yes,” Olivier panted, rocking back against him, taking Eric as deep as he could. “Harder!”
Eric growled. His pace picked up, his thrusts turning harder, forceful, grinding up against Olivier’s prostate.
Olivier shuddered, scrabbling against the desk, his body squeezing around Eric’s cock.
This was everything he wanted. Eric holding him, Eric dragging his wrists down Olivier’s chest, Eric’s cedar scent smeared across Olivier’s skin.
In this moment, Olivier belonged to his alpha.
Eric gripped Olivier’s hips, angling them higher. Then he began to fuck hard into Olivier, rocking against his prostate. Pleasure seared down Olivier’s nerves. He writhed, trying to rock back onto Eric, but he couldn’t think straight anymore. Could only give himself to Eric, and let Eric take control of everything.
They rode the wave of bliss higher, Eric biting down on Olivier’s sh
oulder, Olivier sinking his nails into Eric’s forearms. This felt right. Eric felt like how an alpha should, and Olivier shuddered, his body strung tight, his release within reach.
“I want to feel you come,” Eric panted, each thrust rocking Olivier’s body forward. “Want you to come for me.”
He bit harder into Olivier’s shoulder, his teeth sharp points on Olivier’s skin. Then he squeezed Ollie’s sac, smeared Olivier’s precome down his cock, and fucked hard, grinding against that one sweet spot.
It shoved Olivier over the edge. Pleasure crashed bright-white inside him. Olivier cried out, his cock pulsing, his spine arching, shuddering around Eric’s cock as he shook with sheer bliss.
Eric swore, his breathing ragged. Then he thrust deep, and his teeth sank hard into Olivier’s shoulder, right into his scent gland.
Pain and pleasure twisted through Olivier’s nerves. He cried out, his body clenching around Eric. Eric roared, fucking a final time into him. His cock jerked, and it was warm inside Olivier, Eric trembling against him, tense with his own release.
Olivier closed his eyes, leaning back against Eric. He thought about Eric’s strong arms around him, Eric’s cock buried deep inside, a thick, delicious length that he wasn’t ready to let go of.
All of this felt good. Better than good. He hadn’t had a good fucking in a long time... years? He couldn’t remember. But Ollie felt safe in Eric’s arms, and Eric’s breath rushed hot through Olivier’s hair, his chest heaving against Olivier’s back.
It felt... right. Like Olivier had returned to a home he’d left a long time ago.
“Want—want my knot?” Eric’s lips brushed Olivier’s ear.
“Yeah,” Olivier croaked.
He was on birth control pills. He could have Eric for a little while longer.
I took the pill this morning, didn’t I? Olivier bit his lip, foraging through his memories. He remembered putting the tea kettle on, looking into his pill box.
Then he remembered the empty foil tabs, remembered he’d forgotten to refill his prescription. Just this morning, he’d told himself, It’s not like I’m sleeping with anyone, anyway. I can go without the pill for a couple days.
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