With his hand down the back of Aaren’s pants, his fingers sliding deeper into Aaren with each step.
“Is this... public indecency?” Aaren whimpered, growing wetter.
“No one can see what I’m touching, aside from your ass,” Hades purred. “Certainly no one knows I’m inside you. Or that I’ve found—” his fingers skimmed Aaren’s prostate “—your sweet spot.”
Aaren’s legs wobbled. Hades gripped his arm and held him upright, walking a short distance toward an alley. There wasn’t anyone around that Aaren could see, but he wasn’t looking at all, not when his hole kept sliding around Hades’ calloused fingers.Why am I growing even wetter? The police would probably arrest us.
Hades sank his fingers deeper, scissoring them and stretching Aaren inside. Then he shoved down hard against Aaren’s prostate, just as they stepped into the alley.
Aaren moaned and stumbled, shooting precome all over the inside of his underwear. Hades’ strong grip kept him upright.
“You’re so fucking hot, sweetheart,” Hades murmured, leading Aaren deeper into the alley to where it was shadowy and no one could see them. He pressed Aaren chest-first against the brick wall and unbuttoned Aaren’s pants. With his fingers still buried, he hefted Aaren up onto his toes, then tugged down the back of Aaren’s pants to bare his ass. Aaren’s cock was still trapped though—Hades reached for it next, pushing his fingers down the front of Aaren’s underwear and closing his fist around it.
Aaren cried out, pleasure humming through his body.
“You’ll have to keep quiet,” Hades murmured, sliding his fist up and down. “We don’t need anyone investigating this. You with your ass wrapped all pretty around my fingers, and your little cock hard enough to blow.”
Aaren groaned, shoving his hands over his mouth.
“Good omega,” Hades purred in his ear. “Ever been fucked in an alley by a big alpha cock?”
“N-never, and I’ve never wanted to until now,” Aaren whined.
“Yeah, I can feel it.” Hades pumped his fingers deeper. “You just grew twice as wet. You like me trapping you against the wall, sweetheart? Pinning you down, letting you feel my cock?”
Aaren grew hot all over, just like that first time when Hades had overwhelmed him, and he thought he might go into heat.
Hades stepped closer, blocking off Aaren’s exits, covering Aaren with his broad, strong body. “At any point, if this gets too much, tell me and we’ll slow down.”
“K-Kay.”
“Good boy.” Hades curled his fingers against Aaren’s prostate, pressing down so hard that Aaren came, his eyes rolling back. “So sensitive for me. Perfect.”
He kept stroking Aaren’s sweet spot, massaging it so Aaren shook like a leaf. Aaren came again and again, trying to stifle his moans because someone could walk by and see them.
When Aaren managed to look down, he discovered that Hades had freed his cock from his underwear, so he was shooting come all over the alley floor. This felt even more forbidden than anything else they had done, and it was so fucking hot.
“I love your little cock,” Hades murmured in his ear, brushing his thumb over Aaren’s sensitive tip. “It just keeps coming, obeying me.”
“Y-Yeah,” Aaren panted, feeling boneless.
“If I told you not to come, and I tried my best to fuck you into an orgasm anyway, would you be able to hold back?”
“I’ll try,” Aaren whimpered. “Sounds like amazing torture.”
Hades laughed, low and hungry. “Don’t come, sweetheart. That’s an order.”
“W-will I be punished?”
“We’ll see.” Hades pushed another finger into Aaren’s hole, stretching him wider. He began to fuck Aaren for real then, thick fingers pounding into Aaren’s body, grinding against his prostate over and over until Aaren panted and squirmed, trying not to think about coming. He tried to focus on the brick wall against his fingers, the cool night air on his skin, the scent of the dumpsters nearby.
Then Hades curled his fingers against that one spot, and Aaren took huge, gulping breaths, his nerves drawn tight as he tried not to come.
“You’re doing so well,” Hades purred, his voice hoarser now. “You’re shaking and trying so hard even though your ass keeps clenching around me, begging for more.”
Heat swelled through Aaren; he almost came. But he didn’t.
Hades spread his fingers in Aaren’s hole, avoiding his most sensitive spot. Maybe he could hang in there and obey Hades’ order, after all.
