Ollie was pregnant. They could fuck without protection. That was all Eric needed to know.
He hauled Olivier up against himself. Realized he didn’t know where the bedroom was.
“Turn on the lights,” Eric panted, squeezing Ollie’s ass, shoving his fingers up between Ollie’s cheeks.
Olivier jerked against him, pulling his hand out of Eric’s pants to fumble for the light switch. So Eric squeezed Ollie’s cock, rubbing his hole through his pants. Olivier shuddered. “Eric!”
“I said, turn on the lights.”
The lights came on. In their brightness, Olivier’s pupils were dilated, his throat flushed. He was beautiful, and Eric scooped Ollie up by his ass, walking deeper into the apartment. This position had Ollie’s cock grinding against him; Ollie writhed, his nails biting into Eric’s skin. “Need—need...”
“Need you spread around my cock,” Eric finished for him. “Gonna open you up, Ollie. Make you scream.”
Olivier’s breathing turned unsteady; he arched, trying to rut against Eric’s cock. “You’re so dirty, Eric.”
“All the better to fuck you with.”
Olivier flushed, but he didn’t once protest.
Eric stepped toward the first open door. “This your bedroom?”
“That’s the kitchen.”
Eric swerved away, too busy admiring Olivier’s squirming body. From the corner of his eye, he glimpsed wooden countertops in the kitchen, and hints of blue in the hallway bathroom. The living room had CDs stacked on the side tables, and sheet music lining the walls. In a corner, there stood a violin.
“You taught yourself to play the violin?” Eric asked, carrying Olivier into the shadowy bedroom.
Olivier nodded, dragging the rough sole of his shoe up Eric’s calf, too distracted to discuss music. So Eric threw him onto the bed. Olivier groaned, scrambling around to push his ass into the air.
Gods, with that ass beckoning him like that, all tight and hungry... Eric wanted to rip off Ollie’s pants and fuck right into him.
“I want you to strip,” Eric growled, squeezing his own cock to ease some of the pressure. “Wanna see you get yourself off.”
Olivier whined, looking over his shoulder at Eric. “But you were going to fuck me!”
“After.”
Olivier whimpered, kicking his shoes onto the floor. Then he squirmed out of his pants, and by the time Eric flicked the bedroom lights on, Olivier was almost naked, his pink nipples hard, his shirt halfway over his head.
He was beautiful, with that slender, pale body, his lips bitten red, his cock a thick line in his briefs.
Eric kicked off his own shoes. He undid his pants just to pull his cock out, relieve the too-tight pressure. Then he admired Ollie, who had sat back on the bed, hooking his thumbs into his briefs.
“Leave that on,” Eric murmured. “Stroke from the outside first.”
Olivier flushed, spreading his creamy thighs. He cupped his cock from the outside, then his balls, and Eric almost regretted making him do this. He wanted to reach over, touch Ollie’s balls, feel them tighten as he neared his climax. But he also wanted to see the things Olivier did to give himself pleasure.
Olivier squeezed his cock through the cotton, lightly fondling himself. He met Eric’s eyes hesitantly. “I don’t know why you want to see this.”
“Been wondering that for years, Ollie.” Eric stroked himself in time to Olivier’s pumps, pleasure humming down his veins. “I’d smelled musk on you, but you never wanted to show me what you did to get that scent. I spent forever thinking about you jerking off.”
Olivier looked away, his cheeks dark. “You weren’t supposed to know.”
“I’m gonna know anyway, aren’t I?” Eric licked his lips. “Show me your cock.”
Olivier flushed deeper. But he shoved his briefs down his thighs. His cock slipped out, jutting up at Eric, its glistening head pushing out past his foreskin.
It was lewd. But it also told Eric how much Olivier wanted him, and Eric wanted to pleasure his brother, make Olivier writhe.
Ollie reached for his cock.
“Don’t touch it,” Eric growled.
Ollie sucked in a sharp breath. “But you said—”
“I changed my mind. Leave your cock alone.”
Olivier whined, his cock jerking hungrily.
Eric turned to Ollie’s closet, pulling the doors open. There were shirts hung up and pants folded, and lacy underthings in a drawer. Olivier watched him, his eyes growing wide. Then Eric pulled open the bottommost drawer of the closet, and Ollie yelped.
A variety of toys lay haphazardly in that drawer. Slender glass dildos sprawled across flesh-colored cocks, and strange metal shapes gleamed, things Eric had never even seen before. Then there were the plugs, too, in varying sizes and shapes. In all, there were probably twenty toys, no two the same.
When Eric glanced up, he found Olivier looking away, his face bright red.
Ollie had slept with eighty people, and he was embarrassed by this? Eric was intrigued, and growing fonder by the moment.
“Nothing to be shy about,” Eric murmured. “I thought you might’ve been entertaining yourself with something else, if you weren’t sleeping with people.”
Olivier stayed silent, his embarrassment rolling off him in waves. “It’s... it’s all the same, though. It just makes me feel empty inside.”
“Yeah?”
Olivier shrugged. “You ever jerk off, and when it’s over, it feels like you’ve just... done that all for nothing? Like it doesn’t fill up the hole in your heart?”
“Yeah, I have,” Eric said. He’d been increasingly feeling that way. Jacking off, cresting, and after his release, there was no one to hold onto, just empty air. “But you’re not alone now.”
Olivier’s throat worked. “No, I’m not.”
Eric reached into the drawer, pulling out a candy cane dildo, clear glass with red stripes twisting around its exterior. “Fuck yourself with this,” he said, handing it to Olivier. “I want to see it inside you.”
Olivier whined. But he kicked his briefs off, and now he was completely naked, his balls pulled up tight, his cock dripping onto his belly. Eric stepped closer to the bed, swallowing hard when Olivier spread his legs.
Musk wafted off Olivier in waves; he reached between his cheeks, rubbing the tight circle of his hole. Eric growled. He thought about doing that himself, touching that sensitive ring of muscle, feeling its puckered skin catch against his thumb.
Then Eric was climbing onto the bed, taking the dildo back from Olivier, pressing its blunt end to Olivier’s lips.
“Lick this like how you’d lick my cock,” Eric growled.
Olivier moaned, closing his mouth around the dildo. He took it deeper into his mouth, his lips red. Eric imagined those lips wrapped around his cock, his sensitive tip grinding against Ollie’s tongue, Ollie tasting his precome.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Eric breathed, stroking himself.
Ollie glanced down, his cock jerking at the sight.
“What you wanna do to my cock, show it to me,” Eric murmured. “Use this.”
He pushed the glass candy cane deeper into Ollie’s mouth, and Ollie groaned around it, hollowing his cheeks, bobbing his head on the dildo’s tip. Eric could already imagine Ollie sucking down his cock, tasting all of it, Eric’s cock claiming him inside. It made him throb.
“Good,” Eric said, pulling the dildo out of Ollie’s mouth with a soft pop. It glistened with spit; Eric caught Ollie’s knee and pinned it open against the mattress, pressing the tip of the dildo between Olivier’s cheeks. “Gonna slide this inside.”
“Please,” Ollie gasped.
Eric pushed the candy cane against Ollie’s hole, feeling the slightest bit of resistance—Ollie wasn’t stretched open yet.
Olivier panted at the pressure. He pulled his thighs up against his chest, offering himself to Eric.
Eric took a moment to admire him, pumping himself, his cock rock-hard
with how much he wanted to thrust inside. Fill Olivier up with his cock. But he was thicker than the dildo; Ollie wouldn’t feel the dildo as keenly if Eric fucked him first.
So Eric pushed down on the dildo, growling when Olivier opened around it. Through the glass, the inside of Ollie’s hole was dark, wet. Enticing.
Olivier made a soft, pleasured sound. He took every inch that Eric slid into him, squeezing around the candy cane.
Watching him take something that wasn’t Eric’s cock... Eric was just a bit jealous of the dildo. But he was in control, and when he tipped the candy cane up to grind against Olivier’s prostate, Olivier jerked, crying out.
“F-fuck, Eric,” Ollie panted.
“Fuck what?” Eric’s cock was so hard it hurt. He pushed the dildo into his brother, until Olivier panted and squirmed. “Answer me, Ollie.”
Eric thrust the candy cane in deeper, and Ollie’s spine arched, his toes curling.
“Fuck me,” Olivier rasped.
Eric pulled the dildo out, watching as Ollie’s hole closed around empty air.
Ollie growled, spreading his legs wider. “Eric!”
“I told you,” Eric said. “I wanna see you jerk off.”
Olivier panted, tugging on his cock, his foreskin caressing his flushed tip. “It’s not enough! I want—I want something inside me.”
So Eric obliged, dipping the dildo back into his omega. This time, it slid in easier, and Olivier panted, his moans growing louder the deeper the dildo went.
“This enough?” Eric asked, massaging Ollie’s prostate with it.
“A-ah!” Olivier arched his spine, pumping himself harder. His legs trembled, a trail of precome dripping onto his belly.
Eric wanted to touch him. Gods, he did. But this was different—giving Olivier pleasure, watching Ollie bring himself to climax. It was part of Ollie that he hadn’t seen before, and Eric savored it. He watched as Olivier threw his head back, his toes curling, his mouth parted around a moan.
Slowly, Eric fucked him with the dildo. He dipped it in shallowly, pulled it out, pushed it in deeper, on and on, until Olivier shook beneath him, his breathing ragged, his cock dark red, on the verge of release.
Except Eric wanted to be inside Olivier when he came. He wanted to feel Ollie clench around him, wanted to be the one to fuck Ollie into his climax.
Eric swallowed, his throat bone-dry. He needed to be inside his omega. Needed to be thrusting deep, giving Ollie his cock, his come, his knot. Wanted Ollie to be his. Eric pulled the dildo out and dragged Olivier’s hand off his cock.
Olivier thrashed, his cock straining and desperate, glistening with precome. “Need—”
“I’m gonna give you what you need,” Eric rasped.
He dropped the dildo on the bed, climbing closer, pinning Ollie’s thighs open. Then he shrugged out of his own shirt, and Ollie’s gaze raked down Eric’s pecs.
“I want to come.” Olivier writhed, reaching down to touch himself.
“You’ll come when I tell you to,” Eric answered, catching Ollie’s wrists. He held Ollie’s legs open with his own knees, anchored Ollie’s wrists above his head.
Olivier whined. “Eric!”
“Be patient.” Eric kissed the scent gland at the crook of Ollie’s neck, where his marking was. “Gonna make you feel good.”
Ollie struggled beneath Eric. “Need—”
Eric held him down, his balls pulling tight with how desperately Ollie wanted him. Ollie’s nipples were hard, his slender throat bared, his lips bitten red. Eric pressed his nose to Ollie’s jaw, breathing in musk and carnation, and a faint trace of honey.
When Olivier was no longer trying to touch himself, Eric shed the rest of his clothes. Smirked when Olivier stared at his cock, his eyes hungry, his tongue darting across his lips.
“You like?” Eric asked, climbing back onto the bed. He shoved Ollie’s thighs open, admiring Ollie’s tight balls, his dusky cock, and his damp, glistening hole.
Seeing his omega all hungry and spread out for him, Eric’s heart pounded. This was the brother Eric had grown up loving, grown up wanting to claim as his own. And now Olivier was right here, bared to him like a gift, and Eric didn’t want to mess up by coming too fast.
He leaned in, catching Olivier’s lips in a deep kiss. Olivier moaned into his mouth, his tongue hot and damp, his lips soft. Eric stroked down Olivier’s sides, caught Ollie’s nipples with his thumbs. He rolled them until Olivier swore and grabbed Eric’s hand, shoving it down between his legs.
“Fuck me,” Ollie gasped, his cock grinding heavy against Eric’s palm.
Eric squeezed his sensitive head, stroking him enough to pleasure him, but not enough to push him over the edge.
Ollie bared his teeth, his nostrils flaring. “More!”
“Yeah?” Eric grinned. Then he kissed down Ollie’s chest, sucking Olivier’s nipples into his mouth, one at a time. He bit lightly on them. Scraped his tongue over them, until Olivier writhed against him, his cock pushing ravenously up at Eric’s abs.
“I’m gonna knot inside you,” Eric whispered, kissing down Olivier’s belly. Then he lifted Ollie by his ass, until Ollie’s cock was right in front of his face.
Olivier whimpered, reaching down to cover his cock. “Not so close!”
Eric nosed his fingers away. “If you want me to suck on your cock, let me see it.”
With a low whine, Ollie pulled his hands away, his face flushed with embarrassment.
Eric pressed his nose to Olivier’s soft sac and breathed in deep. It smelled like musk, like Eric’s omega. Eric kissed his balls, licking up to Ollie’s cock. Ollie gasped.
When Eric took Ollie’s tip into his mouth, Ollie’s precome smeared across his tongue, salty and slippery. Eric licked under Ollie’s foreskin, lapping around his tip, sucking lightly on it, until Olivier shoved deeper into his mouth.
Fuck, he was so damn hot. Eric dropped Ollie back down onto the bed. Pinned his hips to the mattress so he couldn’t move. Then he took Ollie’s cock back into his mouth, sucking low and slow on it.
Ollie cried out, his hips bucking helplessly.
“N-need,” Ollie gasped. “E-Eric! Please let me come.”
“Yeah, soon,” Eric said around him, reaching down to spread Ollie’s cheeks.
The musk from Ollie’s hole hit him like a sack of bricks. Eric swore, his cock leaking. Ollie was right here. So close to being Eric’s.
He wanted to drag this on further, wanted Ollie completely incoherent with pleasure. But Eric’s need had him catching Olivier’s knees, pushing them against Ollie’s chest. Baring Ollie’s vulnerable hole to him.
“Gonna fuck you,” Eric panted, shoving his cock between Ollie’s cheeks, just letting Ollie feel his length.
Olivier shuddered, and Eric leaned forward, kissing him deep.
“Eric,” Olivier moaned into his mouth.
“Gonna fuck you now,” Eric whispered. “Good and hard.”
Ollie groaned. Eric slicked his cock up with Ollie’s wetness, then pushed his tip inside. Ollie’s hot, snug heat wrapped around him. Eric groaned, his hips jerking forward, unable to help himself as he sank into Ollie, stretching him open. Ollie cried out.
“Fuck, you feel good,” Eric panted, trying to go slow. “Feel better than that candy cane?”
“Yes! Bigger. Better.” Ollie writhed beneath Eric, his breath hot on Eric’s lips. “P-Please fuck me, Eric. I’ve been—been waiting so long.”
That ripped every last bit of Eric’s control away. He growled, shoving deep into his omega, panting as Ollie took every inch of his cock.
Ollie cried out, his legs quivering. Eric pressed feverish kisses to his face, snapping his hips, his hunger so thick that he was losing all his words. Just wanted to make Ollie come, give Ollie his knot like he always meant to.
“H-harder,” Ollie whispered. Eric thrust into him, his cock sinking in, dripping precome into his omega. It felt right inside Ollie. Felt good, felt like he was coming home.
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br /> Eric cradled Ollie against himself. He sucked on Ollie’s scent gland, right over his mark, and pounded hard, until Ollie’s cries were all he heard, Ollie’s body clenching around him, his nails dragging down Eric’s back like lines of fire.
Nothing spoke to him like burying his cock inside Ollie, Ollie’s heat clenching sweet and tight around him, milking him for his come.
“Eric,” Ollie gasped, shuddering. “G-gonna—”
“Give me your come,” Eric rasped, Ollie’s panting intensifying his need. “Gonna knot—knot inside you.”
With a cry, Olivier arched and came, his body tight, his come spurting wetly between them, his throat bared to Eric.
It shoved Eric past the edge. Eric roared, pleasure crashing through him like an explosion. All he knew was the pulsing in his body, and Ollie beneath him, Ollie the beacon Eric had lost and finally found again.
He floated on the high of his climax, just catching his breath, his omega pressed warmly against his chest. Eric dropped messy kisses along Ollie’s throat, breathing in Ollie’s scent. Then he dragged his wrists down Ollie’s sweat-dampened sides, marking Ollie with cedar. Mine.
Ollie would not wear the touch of those other alphas he’d slept with. Just Eric’s.
That felt right, more than anything Eric had known in the last few years.
“Want... want my knot?” Eric panted, the fullness of his growing knot tugging on his senses.
“Yeah.” Olivier wrapped his legs around Eric’s waist, his eyes half-lidded.
He was calmer, more relaxed than Eric had seen him recently. Part of Eric relaxed along with him. He pressed his palm to Olivier’s chest, his heart stuttering, and then falling into sync with Ollie’s.
And as his knot grew, it stretched Olivier open inside, drawing a soft, pleasured moan from his lips. Eric shivered, breathing his brother in. “You like?”
“Yeah,” Olivier murmured. He skimmed his palm down Eric’s side, nuzzling Eric’s temple. “Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me,” Eric said wryly. “It’s not like you were the only one who got off on this.”
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