Hades swore. “Did you just—?”
He pushed his hand down the front of Aaren’s pants, swearing when he found the wet mess in there.
With a few rough tugs, Hades opened Aaren’s pants and moved him further up the seat, so he could bury his face between Aaren’s legs. He licked up the smears of Aaren’s come. Then he took Aaren’s cock into his hot, wet mouth, and Aaren’s toes curled.
It was almost too much, the way Hades sucked on him. No alpha had done this for him before, especially the slow pulls of Hades’ mouth, his cheeks hollowing as he bobbed his head on Aaren’s length.
“I-I’m gonna go to hell,” Aaren panted, grabbing Hades’ hair. “I w-won’t have a s-soul left.”
“Hmm?” Hades said around Aaren’s cock. It sent vibrations down his nerves.
“Y-You’re sucking my s-soul out of m-my cock,” Aaren whined, thrashing.
“Good,” Hades said.
Aaren’s legs shook violently, the longer Hades sucked on him. He gasped and shuddered, coming hard down Hades’ throat. But Hades didn’t stop there. He worked his hand further into Aaren’s pants, under his sac, stroking Aaren’s hole with his thick fingers.
“I’m g-going to come again,” Aaren wheezed. “You f-feel s-so good.”
“Come,” Hades ordered. And he pushed his fingers in, stretching Aaren open and swirling them around until he found Aaren’s prostate. Aaren screamed and came, and he kept on coming. Hades worked him open, worked him loose. All he knew was the pleasure exploding through his body, all the way to his toes.
“Y-You’re g-gonna k-kill me,” Aaren whimpered, shaking like a leaf. “C-Can’t th-think.”
“You don’t have to think.” Hades pushed him over the edge again. Aaren almost blacked out; he was coming so hard.
“H-H-Hades,” Aaren gasped. “N-n-need.”
Hades paused then, pulling his mouth off Aaren’s cock. “What do you need?”
Aaren flopped against the backseat, trying to breathe. “Need to... I d-don’t know. S-Something.”
There was a pause. “Yeah, you’re right. I should stop before you quit functioning for the next few hours.”
Hades huffed, sitting back and wiping his mouth. His pupils were blown in the low light, his chest heaving with each breath. When Aaren fumbled his hands down Hades’ torso, he found Hades rock-hard in his pants, completely wet at the tip.
He had leaked so much precome just from sucking Aaren off.
“You really liked blowing me,” Aaren panted with some surprise.
“Of course,” Hades said hoarsely. “You’re fucking hot. Especially when you yanked on my hair and writhed under me, your hole clenching around my fingers.”
“Oh.” Aaren blushed. “No alpha’s sucked me off before.”
Hades’ mouth fell open. Then he scowled. “Well, their loss. Your pleasure is mine now.”
He wrapped his arm loosely around Aaren’s hips, nuzzling his throat. Aaren squeezed the hard length in Hades’ pants, stroking it from base to tip so he knew just how big his alpha was.
“So big,” Aaren moaned. “Mmm. I want a taste.”
Hades growled. “If I let you taste me right now, I’m not going to want you to stop.”
“But I didn’t have lunch,” Aaren whined. “The least you could do is feed me.” He squeezed Hades again.
“Fuck. You’re insatiable, aren’t you? I gave you multiple screaming orgasms, and you still want more.”
“I want your cock. You didn’t give that to me.”
A low growl erupted out of Hades. “Fine. Just a taste, just the tip.”
