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“Yes.”
Zee stared at him. “You smell like Bergy, you know.”
Ishir’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. He remembered Bergy all over him in the locker room. The way Zee had glared at him. “Do I?”
“He was marking you all over, and you let him.”
Ishir’s heart was pounding. “I don’t mind smelling like him,” he said, a taunt. He wanted Zee to lose control.
It worked—Zee’s face transformed into something angry and feral. “The fuck you don’t.”
Ishir shrugged. His hands were shaking, dick leaking. He was so turned-on he could barely see straight.
Zee clamped a hand around his throat, and Ishir’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, overwhelmed.
“The next time you do that shit in front of me, I’m going to get you down just like this in front of the whole goddamn locker room,” Zee snarled.
Ishir tried to muffle himself, but a hoarse moan was ripped out of him.
“Yeah. That’s what I thought.” Zee’s voice was equal parts amused and pleased.
He cupped Ishir’s cock through his underwear, making his hips buck.
“You can’t bullshit me, Zammy. I can see how much you like it.”
“Please.” The word bubbled up, desperate.
“Please, what?”
Ishir blinked, eyes wet. “Scent me.”
He could see the breath catch in Zee’s chest, eyes going wide and even darker.
It took less than half a minute for Zee to undress and slide their skin together as if he were trying to meld them into one.
Ishir reached between them, stroking Zee’s cock, feeling him shudder. Ishir couldn’t get enough of his weight, his girth, the feel of him in his palm, howhardZee was for him.
“Are you gonna…” Ishir swallowed, forcing the words through. “Are you gonna fuck me?”
A pause. “Do you want me to?”
Ishir gathered his courage. This was his best friend. Worst came to worst, he knew Zee wouldn’t make him feel ashamed of what he wanted. “Yeah.”
“Then, yeah. I’m gonna fuck you.”
“I’ve got lube in my Dopp kit.”
“Okay.” Zee didn’t leave immediately, kissing him first, deep and wanting and tender.
Ishir waited on the bed as Zee went in search of the lube. He wondered if it was an inconvenience that Ishir wasn’t already wet and ready for him. He didn’t want to think that way—that it was only right if it was an Omega and an Alpha—but he couldn’t help but let the doubts creep in.
Ishir sat up when Zee returned. “I can do that.”
Zee quirked his head, stopping at the foot of the bed. “Do what?”
“You know.” Ishir made a vague gesture. “Get myself ready.”
“Oh. Nah.” Zee crawled on top of him. “I think I can manage.”
