Matt laid on his back head thrown back back arched slightly, eyes closed tightly. His lips was bit as he fiercely jerked his aching erection. The sound of his door opening made him jerk sitting bolt up in bed. Eyes flying open only to fall upon one very red faced redhead.
“T-t-t-t-Techie?”
He finally stammered out. He felt like his heart had just stopped. Hands grasping at his sheet he pulled over his naked lap and hard dick. He could feel his cheeks flushing eyes falling slightly but not wanting to look at his lap either.
Techie stumbles over to him, entire field of view narrowed to just Matt on the bed. Matt, with his head thrown back, cheeks red, glistening with sweat. Fucking delicious. His own mouth waters at the sight. Before walking in on this, he hadn’t any inkling of arousal and now it was the only thing coursing through his veins.
He’s kneeling by the bedside before he realizes it, and then with shaking hands, Techie removes the thin blanket. Inch by inch, Matt’s flushed, hard cock is revealed and Techie’s mouth goes slack. “G-Gorgeous,” he breathes, eyes locked onto the leaking tip.
“Mmm-Matt, I w-want… to touch…” It’s so hard to speak with this mouthwatering cock so close to his lips. Part of Techie aches to stroke it, the other to swallow it down. What does Matt want? That’s important, regardless of how much Techie wants something or other.
Matt’s breath catches on his throat as he watches techie male is way across the room. His heart is thumping so loude his his chest he swears it will explode. As much as he’d dreamed of this happening. Thought about what he would do it this happened he was left confussed and at a loss for words.
His eyes follow as techie slides down to his knees. Eyes locked as he nestleds himself in front of him. A shutters breath escapes his throat as the sheet is pulled off his lap, gliding softly against sensitive hard cock.
Reaching down he lets his fingers glide through techies slightly greasy stringy red locks. He wouldn’t have it any other way. This was techie with his perfectly imperfect flaws. Swallowing thickly he nodded his head nodded his head unable to formulate any words to answer the question asked.
A splash of color rises high on his cheeks at Matt’s gentle caresses to his hair, a soft tendril of something like heated shame curling in the pit of Techie’s stomach. His hair, it’s- greasy. Disgusting. Matt is carding his thick fingers through it like it’s spun gold.
It is either this realization or a flash of inspiration that makes Techie surge forward to nuzzle Matt’s swollen, leaking cock with his cheek, nosing at the curls towards the base. The scent is intoxicating, and his eyes flutter shut. Shy, Techie peeks out a pink tongue and runs it up the underside all the way to the tip; so wet and such an angry red that Techie aches for it like it were the cherry on top of a dessert.
“Mattie,” he breathes again, helpless.
Matt watched that tounge flick out so slowly. He knew what Techie was about to do but it still didn’t prepare him for what was about to happen. He hadn’t quite been expecting his mouth or any part of it. Like in slow motion he watched that pink muscle glide up his cock, wet and velvety smooth. His body jerked as heat pooled in his stomach much faster that he’d ever felt before. In the same moment he let out a long moan as the hand in techies hair tightened. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.
“ Techie ah kriff…”
He wants so badly to see Mattie unravel at the seams. Wordlessly, Techie slips Matt’s throbbing cock between his plush lips and hollows his cheeks, eyes whirring loudly as they flick up to meet Matt’s. He tilts his head to the side, never once taking his lips off the thick length, tucking his red hair behind his ear to teasingly expose the pale expanse of his neck.
Techie bobs his head a few times before fisting the base of Matt’s cock and jacking him off slowly, grip tight, at the same pace as his obscene slurps. He wants Mattie’s cum. He wants, he wants, he wants like he’s never wanted before; every inch of Techie is on fire. His own dick strains in his shorts, an embarrassingly large patch of precum soaking through. Techie has always been a dirty, messy boy and it shines through especially now.
Matt was embarrassed with how easily he was coming undone. His hands fisted tighter as he tried to keep himself together. The hands, the lips, the sounds it’s make it all too difficult to hold back much of anything. Moans flow from his lips as he lets his hips jerk up into techies waiting mouth. He hopes he’s not hurting his boyfriend but still he can’t bring himself to stop.
He brings his head forward to look back at the man at his keens. The sight greeting was the most beautifully erotic thing he had ever seen. Techieouth wrapped around his aching cock hand jerking, trying so desperately to get him off. Who was he to denie his boyfriend this. More like he he couldn’t seeing how close to cumming.
“ Techie! Ah! So…so ah.”
He tried to warn of he red head but was unable to inter the words as he came spilling into the waiting mouth.
Matt spills into his mouth with such force that Techie goes lightheaded and squeezes his thighs together, nearly cumming untouched at the taste alone. His boyfriend’s cock pulses between his lips, and Techie’s tongue caresses him even now, working him through the shuddering orgasm. When he pulls off, the red-head opens his mouth to show off Matt’s thick, hot cum. It’s too much to hold; cum drips out the edges of his lips before Techie carefully swallows. “Mmm, ah, good, Mattie, so good,” he pants, flushed a desperate red. He needs to cum so bad, unable to stop shifting his hips, as though he could rub himself off on any surface like a needy beast.
“Mattie,” Techie sobs, because fuck he’s so hard, “M-Mattie, please, touch me- mm, want you! Please!” With trembling hands he stands up and pulls down his pants, erection red and wet against his stomach. The damp pants are tossed into a corner, forgotten.
“Oh, sh-shit-” Even the slightest brush of fabric on Techie’s aching cock is unbearable. It leaks heavily against his soft stomach.
Paul
shuffles his way past the two bouncers on the door, giving them an
apprehensive smile as he enters, stumbling slightly as the hard floor
changes to a plush red carpet underneath his feet but luckily manages to
stay standing.
He bites his lip and subconsciously hunches his
shoulders, feeling like a giant in a room full of humans, too tall and
too conspicuous, eyes scanning the room for his target.
Being
completely honest with himself, Paul hadn’t wanted this task. His
talents extend far beyond stalking & spying on suspicious CIA agents
who have been accused of smuggling goods. He’s a communications
analyst, not a field agent, but after the incident with the alien child,
Paul’s boss has told him to get out more. Reluctantly, Paul had
accepted the mission.
Still, an assignment is an assignment, and Paul will do his best.
It’s
the ginger hair that Paul looks for; he’d been handed a picture of his
target during the debrief earlier that morning, and hoped that the blush
on his cheeks at the man’s ruggedness was ignored by his comrades. His
red hair sweeps across his forehead, covering his ears only slightly, a
full beard covering the bottom half of his pale face, sharp cheekbones
on show.
But after waiting around for the better part of an hour,
Paul thinks their intel is wrong. The target is a no-show, a dud. After
a quick trip to bathroom, he decides he’ll leave and return to the
office to report his findings.
The bathroom is empty, much to
Paul’s delight, and as he’s washing his hands, he’s already thinking
about returning home to his cat and a microwave meal for one, but the
door opens slowly, and the strong smell of expensive cologne fills the
small space of the men’s lavatory.
Paul turns, tap still running, and his tummy sinks.
“Mr
Sevier, if I’m not mistaken,” the man says, adjusting the collar on his
black suit. “Charmed. You’re younger than I expected.”
With his
bright hair, sharp gaze and proper suit, Monty Schafer looks like a
deadly sin, lust specifically, and Paul wants to break every rule in the
book.
“I’m–I’m no one,” Paul replies, disliking the fact that
Monty is almost the same height as him, but his presence seems to
consume the room.
“I’ll bet,” Monty says. “When they told me an
FBI would be on my tail today, I didn’t expect it to be a fuckin’
analyst. Your work with the little alien boy spread through the
departments like fire, you know. A field agent now, are we?”
Paul
nods, backing away from the approaching agent and hitting the wall, the
jolt making his glasses slip down his nose. He gasps, blushing, licking
his lips, feeling 3 inches tall underneath Monty’s stare, as though he’s
undressing him with his eyes.
“I’m not the bad guy, Sevier,”
Monty tuts, arms spread out wide. “I’m helping our country. Making it
better for everyone. Arms dealings shouldn’t be the FBI’s priority.”
“It is when it’s illegal, like you’re doing,” Paul retorts, pushing his glasses back up his nose. “Drugs, too.”
“Bit
of a thrill though, isn’t it,” Monty reaches up and touches Paul’s
lips, rubbing his thumb across the bottom one before sliding his palm
down Paul’s chest, whose breath is quickening by the second. “Doing the
forbidden. Breaking rules. But you look like a good boy to me.”
“Don’t,
please,” Paul whispers, moaning when Monty’s nimble fingers unfasten
his belt and unbutton his black jeans, palming his hardening cock
through the material. “I can’t, I can’t–”
“Oh, but look at you.”
Monty’s fingers are warm, soft, like he’s never done a wrong thing in
his life, but his eyes say differently. He pulls Paul’s cock out,
tugging his jeans down a little to allow it freedom, and Paul is forced
to put a hand over his mouth. “Blushing like a little virgin. I
shouldn’t imagine that a talented analyst like you gets much time out
of the office, ey, boy?”
“N-no, god, you’re my assignment, this–”
“Just
as you’re mine, Sevier,” Monty pumps his fist around Paul’s cock,
making the man preen underneath the pleasure. “Track the little doe-eyed
FBI agent and show him who he’s dealing with. Think I’m doing a good
job?”
Paul doesn’t answer. It’s been much too long since his cock
has had any sort of attention and he comes quickly, knees buckling as he
groans gutturally, though the only thing that keeps him standing is
Monty’s other hand against his clavicle, otherwise Paul has no doubt
that he’d be a shivering mess on the floor at his target’s feet.
“Pretty
thing, aren’t you? Tell you what,” Monty licks his lips but wipes
Paul’s own come over his cheeks and glasses, coating his freckled skin
perfectly. Paul doesn’t flinch. “I’ll make you an appointment with me,
how’s that? So you can show me the rest of you. You could even bring
more of your FBI friends if you like, make it a party.”
Paul is
still gasping, his glasses smeared with come obscuring his vision of the
gloriously filthy man in front of him but he sees Monty pull a small
card from inside his jacket and place it in the waistband of Paul’s
unbuttoned jeans, pushing it down until it’s in his underwear. Monty
chuckles and reaches up, and Paul closes his eyes when the man’s finger
is on his cheek, seemingly etching letters in the liquid on his face.
’S-C-H-A-F-E-R’
Paul swallows hard.
“Until next time, Mr Sevier. The pleasure is all yours.”
Monty
winks at him before leaving the restrooms, and Paul finally allows
himself to slump down the wall, spent cock still hanging out of his
pants. With a groan and a sneer, Paul pulls his glasses off and squints
as he cleans them on his yellow shirt, unable to think of anything but
being ruined by the most corrupt man in America.
“Nngh. Ahh. Mm. Monty. Oh, fuck,” Paul reaches to push his glasses back up his nose, noting a tremble to his own hand, and leans back against Monty’s chest to steady himself, fully seating himself in his alpha’s lap.
“That’s it, baby,” Monty smirks, rocking his hips up, sliding his cock all the way inside Paul as their hips become flush, the omega’s back to the alpha’s chest. “God, you’re beautiful. And you’re all fuckin’ mine.”
Monty’s hands slide around Paul’s middle, cupping the growing bulge of his pregnant belly, rubbing over it with a possessive gentleness that makes Paul’s innards quiver, even more so when Monty’s teeth dig into the pale skin of his shoulder. The bite adds another mark to the collection that adorns Paul’s skin, another reminder to every other alpha on the planet that Paul Sevier is owned.
“Y-yes,” Paul closes his eyes, relishing in being consumed by his alpha in more ways than one. “I’m yours, Mon. All yours..”
“All of you,” Monty whispers, licking the omega’s neck, slowly guiding him off and onto his cock in an attempt to coax his knot to pop. “As if this mark wasn’t enough to show everyone that you’re mine. I had to fill you with my pups too.”
Paul’s own hands find place atop Monty’s on his belly, holding on and feeling the twins moving beneath their fingers.
“Ah. Monty–”
“Shh,” the alpha says softly, and Paul is silenced. “Let me feel you, baby. No more talking. I want your body to tell me how much you need me. Your heart is beating so quickly. Your thighs are trembling. Your ass is trying to milk my knot. Hmph. What more could an alpha need? Oh. I know…”
Before Paul can even think about composing a reply, he’s pushed forward onto his hands, catching himself on the sheets with a startled gasp whilst Monty begins ploughing him from behind, slapping his ass, riding him hard and knotting him before Paul can collect his thoughts. The omega cries out, climaxing untouched, and almost goes delirious with pleasure.
“Ha,” Monty bites his lip, brushing his hair from his face and manoeuvres Paul and his ragdoll-limbs into place until they’re back-to-chest on their bed and able to wait comfortably for Monty’s knot to deflate. “Now that. That’s what an alpha needs. A tight hole and a gorgeous omega. And you’re my beautiful boy, aren’t you, baby?”
“Mmm,” Paul murmurs, focusing on the throbbing of his mate’s knot inside him. He runs his belly, already excited to be filled again once their beautiful twins are born. “Yours…”
followup for this this train doodle (x); @eustacefrog@ellstra@sinningsquire cause this is still relevant to the good times we had xD and now i guess i’ll go get some sleep
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