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Coating his fingers in Theo’s slick, he circled his tight hole then pushed a digit inside. Any worry he may have had about moving too fast or too rough evaporated as Theo’s eyes rolled in the back of his head and a salaciously sinful moan vibrated in his throat, and he rocked into the touch.
“More,” he demanded.
Royce pulled back and added a second finger.
“More!”
Royce hesitated, and Theo seized his wrist, his eyes hard and furious.
“If you’re not going to fuck me properly, I’ll go find another alpha who will.”
Eyes locked onto Theo, Royce pushed four fingers inside. The omega grunted and rocked his hips until the digits were seated past the knuckles. His mouth fell open as he tried desperately to fuck himself further onto Royce’s hand, panting a single word over and over. More.
“Anymore and I’ll be fisting you,” Royce practically snarled.
Theo’s dexterous fingers worked the zipper on Royce’s jeans, then tugged them down, freeing his throbbing erection.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time, alpha.” The mouthy omega emphasized his words with hard tugs to Royce, pausing to squeeze his swelling knot.
“You’re going to be the death of me.” Royce pushed his hand in further, curling his fingers in to make a fist. Theo coated his hand in Royce’s pre-cum, sliding it up and down, over his foreskin, his knot, and everywhere as he teased him, spurring his movements forward.
Royce’s breath hitched, and his heart stopped. His hand was inside Theo to the wrist. The omega’s testicles tight, and his erection at hard attention just above it. He mewled with satisfaction, a wicked grin on his face as he furiously pumped Royce. The sight made something in him snap.
Hoisting one of Theo’s legs over his shoulder, he moved his hand further in and back, picking up speed as Theo groaned, moving his body in time with the rhythm, his erection bouncing as his balls tightened and pre-cum dribbled over his abdomen. Meanwhile, Theo tugged and squeezed Royce’s own leaking erection.
He was getting close. Heat pooled in his stomach, a fever spread across his sweaty skin, his teeth itched and elongated into fangs. The omega laid out beneath him on the kitchen counter took everything Royce had to give and still demanded more.
With a strangled cry, Theo spurted ribbons of hot cum over his abdomen and chest. Royce increased his tempo, hard and fast. Theo’s eyes rolled, and his body convulsed as a second orgasm tore through him.
Watching his omega come undone on a third, then a fourth orgasm sent Royce over the edge, his own release soon to follow; thick, hot cum poured from him.
Again and again they found their releases until they were covered in a thick, sticky mess as their bodies took what they needed from each other.
Before he knew what he was doing, before he could stop himself, Royce’s wolf took over and lunged for Theo’s neck.
His teeth gnashed, latching onto anything they could find purchase in.
A ripping sound echoed over the strangled cries, and a cloud of fine, white powder filled his vision and strangled his nose. Royce coughed and spluttered. When his wolf retreated, Royce noticed they were a mess, covered in sweat and cum, still locked together with Theo on the kitchen counter. Someone had ripped open the bag of flour and dumped it over them both.
“What the …”
“You,” Theo panted. “Tried to bite me. I shoved the flour bag in your mouth.”
“I’m guessing that worked.” Royce observed.
With a strangled chuckle, Theo fell limp on the counter.
“I’ve heard of mate heats making people do some strange things, but getting fisted in a cloud of baking ingredients might take the cake.”
“Pun intended?”
Theo’s chuckles morphed into a full-on belly laugh, which was an odd sensation seeing’s how Royce’s entire hand was still inside him. Yet, he couldn’t help laughing along with his omega.
Easing his hand out of Theo’s ass, once Royce’s fingers were fully extracted, a gush of slick followed, and Theo let out a pathetic whimper.
Royce was about to remark on how greedy the omega was when his stomach let out a ferocious growl.
“You need food,” Royce said.
