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Elias shivered, slowly looking down. Ian smiled up at him from where he knelt between his legs, teeth gripping the waistband of his pants and slowly dragging them down his legs. Elias's body became boneless as the cotton smoothly passed over his skin, introducing another level of sensation. Ian's fingers followed the trail of his sweatpants. Forcefully gliding down his thighs, they left behind a series of red streaks that stood out against his lightly speckled skin.
Elias moaned, slippery thighs clenching together as soon as Ian reared back again with a look of triumph on his face and the ruined pants clenched in a fist. Veins bulged and flexed in Ian's hand as he hummed, satisfied to find the back drenched in slick. He watched Ian lift it to his nose and inhale, golden eyes never straying.
"You're so sexy," Ian groaned, inhaling again before tossing them aside. "Do you know how long I've wanted to do this?"
Ian's cock slid along the rim, causing a chorus of pleasure-filled moans from both of them. Elias wanted to hear it again and again until he was drunk on the sound. Overwhelmed by the aroma of Ian's pheromones. Drunk on the alpha's fingers running up the length of his thighs with gentle care and beneath his shirt, easing it upward.
"I might have an idea," Elias replied, voice weak and breathy.
"Do you, now?"
With the question, the alpha leaned down and ducked beneath Elias' shirt, licking a long line from his navel to collarbone. Elias gasped and bowed upward, making it easier for Ian to grab and pluck at his pert nipples. He writhed, grinding shamelessly against the alpha's cock, shuddering each time the massive head snagged against his hole.
He wanted it inside him now without prep or stopping it. Elias wanted the burn of Ian stretching him wide open. Training Elias' hole for his cock. The idea made him groan and clench the sheets in his fists as he tossed his head to the side.
Ian took advantage of the angle to lick and suck on his neck, alpha teeth dragging across the skin for the first time. His entire body shivered, and Elias tore into his inner bottom lip, ripping the skin to keep himself from spewing nonsense.
His hole fluttered and ached weakly for something more than teasing lips and calloused fingers. With a groan, Ian let go of his earlobe before licking into it, lewd slurping sounds following that made Elias melt.
"Please."
The plea was so quiet that he doubted Ian picked it up, but he abruptly tore off Elias' shirt and made him release the sheets. His fingers opened and grabbed for something else to ground him. Ian, ever watchful, threaded their hands together, pinning Elias' arms above his head. A scorching kiss left a trail down his throat, lingering at the hollow beneath his chin.
Ian relished it, slowly dipping his tongue inside and along his muscles as if recording the flavor. Beyond the haze and pleasure, he heard Levi's voice, slow and sultry inside his head.
Fuck, you look good there. Take all the pleasure your alpha gives you. Let him hear you.
The praise made Elias gasp and cry out, arms struggling to be set free so he could sink his fingers deep into Ian's auburn locks. The alpha had him pinned with his immense body weight, making his struggles futile. All he could perceive was an unyielding, excruciating friction.
Ian rumbled in approval, groaning in the back of his throat. From where they pressed together, the vibration sent pangs of roving arousal deep into Elias' system, clinging to the edges of his consciousness and burrowing into the darkest corners of himself.
It forced Elias to let go of reservation and worry, one stupid anxious thought at a time. They flew away like hats taken by a great wind. He bucked off the sheets and into Ian's lips, which were now trailing along his hip bone.
Ian tugged Elias' clasped hands down to rest on his lower stomach so he could continue exploring, holding him captive with only two fingers. That simple dominance was intoxicating. Elias watched with heavy-lidded, blissed-out eyes and flexed his wrists. They ached every time he moved, and fuck if that wasn't perfect.
The pain was barely a distraction from Ian's sinful mouth. Kissing and sucking marks into the skin around his weeping dick. Never touching it, but blowing soft breaths against the sensitive foreskin every time he came close.Ian lifted Elias to guide his legs around his shoulders, tongue licking along his canines and smearing blood across their gleaming white shine as he stared at Elias' twitching hole.
Elias begged, tripping on his words. "Shit, I've reached my limit, alright? Please?"
"No," Ian growled with finality as he nuzzled the inside of Elias' thighs, nose trailing all the way down to his balls, inhaling. Elias groaned, his dick twitching and swaying, looking pitiful in its own pool of pre-cum.
The lower half of his body hovered off the bed, slick dripping down his back. Despite Ian's ability to sense the powerful and uncontrollable pheromones around him, he maintained control while his fingers gently released Elias' wrists and clutched his hips, even as he growled and snapped when Elias reached for his throbbing cock.
Instinct took over as he lashed out, his fingers curling into sharp claws, desperately trying to scratch the alpha into submission. Ian avoided the sweeping, clumsy strikes easily, ducking to the left and the right before pinching the supple skin of Elias' hips in warning. He could do nothing but tremble as Ian watched him. His golden eyes shone so brightly that they illuminated the room, creating a warm glow reminiscent of a sunset.
"Lie still while I open you up with my tongue," Ian instructed. "And you'll take it without touching yourself. I've waited so long to indulge in your pleasure, and I won't deprive myself any longer. Do you understand?"
Elias stared at his scar riddled thighs that Ian had showered with soft kisses, focus swirling but coming back with every other blink. He just needed to breathe for a minute. The edges of the world appeared blurry, with a pink tint, as though his pheromones were visible in the air. He wanted to say something, but all that left his lips were gasping pants he wished he could control. They were the only sound in the room, airy compared to Ian's stern tone. Instead of speaking, he nodded, squeezing his eyes shut as a tear fell.
A part of him, sad and tired and forgotten after years of pretending the abuse he'd suffered never happened, was wailing. It was a paradoxical emotion. His omega was a panting whore, forcing him to lie still, ass up, and take everything the alpha gave him. Elias wanted this specifically with Ian and resented himself for doing it with a stranger first. Without noticing, a hint of distress had leaked from him.
The hands around his waist glided, stroking calming lines up his sides and across his arms. It soothed Elias just enough that the pleasure overwhelmed his panic again, keeping it in check and toeing the line between pain and eroticism. From everything he'd been through, one would think Elias would hate the torture. But this was the good kind that gave more than it took. He knew the difference. He also knew Ian wouldn't start until he got a verbal confirmation.
Swallowing once, twice, three times, Elias finally cleared his clenched, raw throat enough to speak. "Yes."
"Yes, what?"
Their eyes locked, and Elias purposefully looked up at Ian from beneath his lashes—a trait he knew drove him crazy. Being friends who had both harbored feelings for years had its own unique perks.
