“Oh fuck Sir yes—”
“Such an idiot.” Stelios chided him as he thrust back and forth, easing his cock in a little at a time while Niketas groaned and shook under him. “You think I wanna hurt you, tear you up? Might be able to just take my cock like this after I stretched you so much before, but I have to do at least this much. You’re so tight.”
“Wanted it. Wanted you to—Sir. So good, fuck you’re gonna—gonna split me open I can’t—I can’t even—” Stelios drew back, then slammed forward, buried the whole length of his cock in Niketas’ ass and then did it again. Niketas gasped and bucked back against him, or tried to, but Stelios held him still and pressed him back against his own grip on the back of the couch.
Stelios fucked into him again, and again, harder and harder, stretching him so good—God, Niketas was gonna die of his Goddamn cock and he was gonna love it, too. There was fire connecting his own cock and the throbbing of Stelios inside him, and the more he focused on it the harder it got to hold back.
“Fuck. Fuck, Sir, think I’m gonna—gonna come. Oh—ah! Ah—ah—fuck—me—God yes fuck me, fuck me harder, want your cock Sir fuck me wanna come, wanna—”
“Already? Barely got my cock in you and you think I’m gonna let you come again?”
“So—s-so sensitive, I can’t, help it I—Sir. Gonna fuck it out of me, I can’t, I can’t—nnngaahhh. Ah—my ass, my ass feels so good, love your cock in me, love your cock in me, Sir, please, please! Let me come, let me—”
“But I like this. I like fucking you and not letting you come. So tight for me, shaking under me like that. And you just messed up my pants, didn’t you? Can’t need it so bad so soon. No. I’ll let you come when I’m through with you, not before.”
The hot weight of Stelios’ body leaned against Niketas’ back as Stelios braced himself against the couch, caged Niketas with his hands and fucked into him harder.
“D-Doesn’t m-m-m-atter if you—Sir I—if you—I can’t. I can’t, I can’t, I can’t—”
One of Stelios hands slid off the couch and up along his arm, down his side to his thigh and then over to grip his cock. Niketas almost moaned, and then Stelios pinched the tip and he yelped instead. He bucked back against Stelios’ cock and gasped, then gasped again when Stelios stroked him once and let go.
“And now?”
“I—that’s not—that wasn’t nice! Sir, my cock—”
“When did I say I was nice?” He drove deeper, and Niketas cried out again before he could stop himself. “Get too close again before I tell you to come for me and I’ll do it again.”
“Sir!”
“Enough. Shut up and make those pretty noises for me.”
“Pretty—”
But Stelios nipped the back of his neck to silence him, and Niketas clenched around his cock, spread his thighs a little wider and obeyed. He couldn’t help it—every time Stelios thrust into him, groans spilled out. When he finally bent over him, bit at his shoulder and wrapped a hand around his cock, Niketas thought he was going to die.
It was too much—and then Stelios growled out permission for Niketas to come, and he cried out and gave in.
His whole body spasmed as Stelios stroked him, fucked him, started to come inside him, and Niketas reached back with one hand to grip his hip and keep him close. Stelios draped himself across Niketas’ back, laid his arms alongside Niketas’ arms and curled his hands over Niketas’ fingers where he’d kept a white-knuckled grip on the back of the couch.
Niketas looked back over his shoulder, and Stelios kissed him as he turned, keeping him there, pinned under him, until he started to wonder if Stelios was just going to stay like that and take him again.
He wouldn’t have complained, but instead the Alpha pulled out, let go of him and reached for his pants. He wiped his hand on them, wet with Niketas’ come, and Niketas flushed and looked away as he stood and stretched his legs.
“Time for bed, I think.”
“Huh?” Stelios’ voice startled him, and Niketas turned in confusion before he’d processed the words. “Oh. Yeah, alright. You got somethin’ I can sleep in? ‘Cause Luka didn’t tell me to bring anything.”
“Because I told him you weren’t staying unless I liked you. I expect he didn’t want to get your hopes up, not that it matters now. I’ll call him tomorrow if you want, he can bring some of your things if you think you need them. I already thought of that for tonight—there’s sweatpants and a t-shirt in the guest room for you.”
“…Oh. Well, thanks.”
Niketas was a little disappointed to find that he’d be spending the rest of the night by himself.
~ ~ * * ~ ~
Stelios brought Niketas to the spare bedroom and left him at the door with a kiss that was supposed to be brief and instead lasted almost ten minutes. It was more of a make out session than a goodnight kiss, but he couldn’t help it, didn’t really want to. Niketas was warm and willing, his mouth so greedy…and what reason did Stelios have not to kiss him?
He stretched as he walked down the hall, caught one elbow with the other arm and pulled across his chest. Damn, but it had been a while since he’d had someone so eager, or maybe he never had.
In a way, it was easier that Niketas didn’t know anything, had no idea what he wanted. He seemed willing to try anything once, to see if it pleased him, and that offered endless possibilities. Stelios’ gaze drifted across the room as he shut his bedroom door behind him, and he focused on his stained pants, slung across the hamper, still wet with lube and come.
Niketas’ scent curled around him thickly. It brought the sight of him onto the blank space behind Stelios’ closed eyelids. His ass so red, bucking down between his thighs while Stelios spanked him—the way he’d come from it, begging and apologizing at the same time.
He looked down at his own cock, stiff again at just the thought, then grinned and shook his head while he climbed into the pile of furs that covered most of the floor of his room. Pack wolf he wasn’t, but he still couldn’t stand sleeping in a bed. Stelios yawned and closed his eyes, curled into the softness and was asleep in five minutes—and then awake again, as he heard a door open and close. He jerked his head up at the sound, blinked in confusion and then remembered. Niketas.
He lay back down, then frowned and got up after a minute when there was no other noise. Not from the bathroom, not from the kitchen, not from Niketas going back to bed. What was he doing, trying to sneak out now?
Irritated at having been woken, Stelios stomped out of his room, down the hall, and then stopped. Niketas wasn’t sneaking anywhere, he was half-curled and half-sitting in a chair in the corner of the living room, staring over his knees with an exhausted expression. He jumped up when he noticed Stelios, and stood stiff and uncertain.
“I…sorry, did I wake you up?”
“You can’t sleep, can you?” Niketas shook his head, and Stelios sighed. “Should’ve remembered. Luka always had the same problem when he came to visit me—he used to, you know, before he had you idiots.” He stared for a moment, then shrugged. “Come on, then. And leave the clothes in the spare room. If you’re sleeping with me I might as well enjoy it.”
He felt Niketas’ stare on his back as he padded back down the hall, then heard him following—and his obedient detour into the room he’d been given. Stelios was already settled back in his furs when Niketas pushed the door open, and he would have been more amused by his staring, the way he looked around with such wide eyes, if he’d been less tired.
“There’s…you’ve…only got furs?”
What had he expected? Stelios was still a wolf, even if he…but no, there was a bed in the guest room, after all. It wasn’t strange that Niketas would think he’d have one himself.
He yawned, scooted over a little more and raised an eyebrow in Niketas’ direction. Stelios was tired and wanted to go back to sleep, not answer the questions about his living arrangements he could see on Niketas’ face.
“Well? Are you coming or not?�
� He pulled back the top layer of furs and Niketas crawled in beside him, dug out a spot for himself and curled up against his side. He let out a long sigh, and Stelios ran a hand down his back. “Better?”
“Yeah, I…” He yawned, and snuggled into the curve of Stelios’ body as he turned again, then lay still. “Not used to a bed and it’s weird sleepin’ alone.” He closed his eyes. “Yeah. This is…much better.”
“Good.”
Stelios lay watching him for a while, despite having wanted nothing more than to go right back to sleep when he’d been woken. Niketas was gorgeous, especially now, relaxed and nestled against his side. With his eyes closed, the dark curl of his eyelashes cast a long shadow in the moonlight, soft against his cheek. His breathing was already slow and steady, the lazy throb of his heartbeat even and low.
He pulled Niketas possessively close, wrapped an arm around his waist and kissed his back as he closed his own eyes. Niketas wiggled back a little, whining faintly, twined their legs together and subsided almost immediately into sleep.
“Really did wear you out, didn’t I?”
The murmur didn’t disturb Niketas, but the soft sound of his own voice—its tone, not its volume—disturbed him. That, and the easy, comfortable way Stelios had curled himself around the omega sleeping beside him. He’d never liked sharing his bed with his lovers, he wasn’t like Luka, didn’t sleep in the pile of a pack…wouldn’t even if he had one.
He got hot and uncomfortable too easily, and he hated being prodded or having someone roll over on him. Stelios had only ever slept comfortably with his brother—when they were pups, and when he’d come to visit after they’d moved apart and made their own lives.
Not even when Stelios went to visit Luka, those rare occasions when he stayed in the wild with his brother’s pack, had he joined the snoring bodies piled together on the floor of the den. He’d always found his own place…so what was different about Niketas?
He’d gone completely still the moment he dropped off, didn’t even twitch when Stelios ran a hand up his side, traced the dip and fall of his body from hip to shoulder and back again. And the easy way he’d slipped into Stelios’ furs, like he belonged there…
Lover. Not just submissive, not just omega. Damn. This could go bad fast—or good. Really good. Niketas was so warm, breathing soft and steady, the scent of his sleeping body enticing. Why was he…hmm. Whatever. Stelios was too tired to think now, maybe tomorrow it would make sense. Yeah. And tomorrow…
The corners of his lips twitched upward as he closed his eyes.
Chapter Three
Niketas woke up and blinked slowly, confused at his own warmth and contentment. He lay still, enjoying the unusual closeness the night had granted him. It was a rare morning that the pack shifted enough to leave him pressed against Luka, but he…
He…
No. Not Luka.
Stelios.
The Alpha had him pinned against his body with a well-muscled arm flung over his waist. Their legs were wrapped around each other under the furs, and it took Niketas a minute to remember the events of the day before, the reason why Stelios was holding him like this. Holding him like a lover.
Niketas shifted against Stelios’ cock, hard against his ass, and sucked in a breath when warm lips moved against the back of his neck. A lick of tongue followed, hot against his skin.
“Good morning, lazy.”
“G…morning…”
“I thought you pack wolves woke at dawn, did I wear you out so much yesterday? I’ve been up for nearly an hour, watching you.”
Stelios rocked against Niketas’ ass, rubbed his erection against his skin and slid one hand down over his abs to grip his cock.
“Ste—Si—ohhhh.”
He stroked slowly, teasing while he mouthed at Niketas’ shoulder and the curve of his neck. Niketas was barely awake, and the sudden surge of sensations was almost blinding. He’d just been starting to get his thoughts together, and now all he could think about was his cock—and Stelios’.
He rubbed back against it a little more and Stelios nipped at the back of his neck, then at his shoulder.
“I’ve been thinking since I woke up. I was too hard on you yesterday. If I’d known it was your first time I wouldn’t have been, but you—you waited too long to tell me.” His fingers rubbed teasingly just under the head of Niketas’ cock, and Niketas shivered and thrust against the touch.
“But I didn’t ask…and it’s not your fault Luka’s an idiot, even if you shouldn’t have been disobedient in the first place.”
“Sir…”
“So I think I’ll spoil you today.”
“Sir.”
“How should I start, Niketas?”
“H-How…”
“What do you want?”
Niketas shivered despite the furs and the heat of Stelios’ body, bit his lip and pressed back against Stelios’ cock. “Fuck me. Please, please fuck me.”
“You want me inside you again that bad? That’s the very first thing you want, the last thing you had last night?”
The tip of his cock was suddenly wet against Niketas’ ass, and Niketas sucked in a breath. “Yes. Felt so good when you—God so good when you fucked me. And you want that too…don’t you?”
Stelios rolled him over, pressed Niketas down against the furs and kissed him instead of answering with words. The length of his cock slid hard and hot along the length of Niketas’, and Niketas groaned, lifted his hips and flushed when Stelios chuckled at him.
“Always so eager. Never had this either?”
“Never had anything, anything. I said that, didn’t I, and your cock—it’s so hot.”
“Yeah. Want this first, Niketas? Before I fuck you?”
“Wh—” Stelios slid off him again, lay flat on his back and dragged Niketas up and on top of him. “Ah-”
“Forward a little more, there you go. Now hold us both together.”
Niketas wrapped his fingers around his cock and Stelios’, lined up just right with the way Niketas was straddling his hips. The moment he held them together he couldn’t help bucking his hips up. So hot, how was he so hot? And Stelios was so hard against his cock…
Stelios groaned, reached up and gripped Niketas’ hips, and Niketas shivered.
He was making Stelios do that, make that sound. He was the one making his cock drip—fuck. Wet and hot all over the head of his every time he slid forward. He tightened his fist around them, thrust his cock faster through the tight circle of his fingers and along the length of Stelios’ cock.
“You like that?”
“Oh yeah. Want more of—” His hand slipped, and rubbed the head of his cock around on Stelios’. He choked, moaned, then hissed in frustration and pleasure as it happened again. “Fuck. Damn it I can’t—”
He couldn’t grip properly, didn’t have big enough hands. He almost reached with both at once, but Stelios wrapped his fingers over Niketas’. He held their cocks tighter together and rocked up against him.
“Better?”
“God yeah, fuck that’s so good.” He let Stelios take over, fucked into his fist, against his cock, then groaned when Stelios reached up and pulled at his nipples one at a time.
“Want you to come for me, Niketas. Want you to come all over my cock, just like this.”
“Oh—God yeah, c’mon, Sir please.”
Stelios stared up at him, the blue of his eyes burning, and slid his free hand down to grip Niketas’ hips again.
“I’m not stopping you. I told you, I want you to—so come for me.”
Stelios squeezed their cocks together a little tighter, kept moving against him, and Niketas felt the heat building, until he—fuck he really was gonna come like this, he was—fuck. He sucked in a breath, and Stelios said it again.
“Come for me.”
It was too much. White fire pulsed in his cock, his balls, at the base of his spine, and he thrust back wantonly into Stelios’ grip, coming and coming. All over his fingers, his cock,
his abs, his chest. He shuddered as it passed, and Stelios still kept rubbing their cocks together, slick now, sliding wet and easy through his fist, lubricated by Niketas’ come.
Niketas stared down at him. Stelios was all streaked with white now, fuck, he’d come on Stelios’ face. He licked his lips, and Stelios smirked at him.
“Like how I look all covered in your come?”
“Fuck yeah.”
“Good. But I’m not going to stay this way, Niketas. Clean me up.”
“Huh…oh. Alright.” He tried to slide off to one side, intending to ask where Stelios kept his towels, but Stelios had a firm grip on his hips and didn’t let go.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“I—”
“Clean me up I said.” Stelios lifted his messy fingers to Niketas’ mouth, pressed them over his lips and onto his tongue. He tasted only himself, bitter salt, not the sweet, enticing more of Stelios, but the blue eyes staring at him were gaining shades of heat as he sucked Stelios’ fingers clean. He knew exactly what Stelios wanted then.
Niketas leaned over him and licked the white streaks of his own come off Stelios’ cheek, then his throat, his chest, kissed his way down to Stelios’ abs and sucked more from his skin.
Stelios was breathing harder now, running his fingers through Niketas’ hair. Niketas flicked his glance up and saw Stelios staring at him, then licked a wet path down to his cock and swallowed him down. He sucked his own come off the Alpha and shivered a little. Hot. Harder and harder. Throbbing on his tongue, wet with the taste of them both—and God that was good. That was just what he wanted.
He sucked more and more eagerly, until Stelios was fucking back into his mouth, cursing and pulling his hair.
“Wasn’t going to—oh don’t stop. Wasn’t going to come in your mouth and now I don’t want anything else. Don’t you dare stop, fuck, fuck that’s good.” Stelios’ cock thickened even more on Niketas’ tongue and he moaned around it. His jaw was aching but he didn’t care, he just wanted to hear more of Stelios’ groans, taste more of him.
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