Chapter 15 Scars And. Oops
SCARS AND... OOPS
Ottis woke with a snuffle, flailing his limbs when he found himself in complete darkness.
“You’re perfect,” a low voice rasped behind him.
He yelped in surprise, only to realize that there was a solid warmth wrapped all around him, strong arms holding him close.
“Doc,” Ottis remembered, blinking when he realized how hoarse his voice was.
He had been... screaming. He remembered the pleasure, suddenly. Waves and waves of it exploding through his body, Doc holding him down and thrusting in.
“That... That was...”
“Good, I hope?” Doc snuggled closer even though there was no space left between them.
“It was the best heat I’d ever had in my life,” Ottis admitted. “And the best sex. I didn’t know I could come that hard or that many times.”
Doc rumbled, sounding pleased. “You fainted. I’ve been keeping an eye on you.”
Actually, Ottis felt really well-rested. Especially considering how many times he had come. “Oh gods. How long was I asleep for? Were you awake this whole time?!”
“A couple of hours,” Doc murmured, rubbing Ottis’ chest. “I was afraid that I had hurt you somehow, but your heartbeat and breathing settled. How are you feeling?”
Ottis took a moment to check himself over. He flexed different muscles, and—Oh. Doc was still inside him. His knot had gone down, but he hadn’t pulled out yet. This felt good. Ottis blushed. “Nothing hurts. It’s just... a good kind of sore. My ass aches a little.”
Doc hummed, sounding a little guilty. “If there’s anything I can do to help make it better...”
“No, no,” Ottis said quickly. “I’m just well-used. You were, um, very enthusiastic with my ass. Like you’d never seen one before.”
The words sank in.
Ottis cringed and grabbed a pillow blindly, shoving it onto his own face. “Please forget that I said that. My mouth isn’t connected to my brain. Your cock broke it.”
But Doc only chuckled. “I enjoy hearing the things you say. Even if it means some humor at my expense.”
“It’s humor at my expense,” Ottis said miserably. “I make myself sound terrible.”
“Not terrible. Adorable.”
Ottis huffed. “Me, adorable?”
“Yes.”
“No one has described me as ‘adorable’ before,” Ottis admitted.
“Well, I’m telling you now. You’re amazing,” Doc murmured in his ear.
“Fine.” Ottis’ insides fluttered. He snuggled into Doc’s chest, only to realize— “You sound good. Better than usual, because... Your breathing isn’t muffled by the scarves or masks.”
“Huh.” Doc leaned away slightly, a little tense.
“Why are you doing that?” Ottis asked.
When Doc didn’t answer, Ottis thought about what he had said. Then it occurred to him—the scars.
He reached behind, only to stop when his fingers met soft hair. “Can I, um, have another kiss? On my neck?”
Doc sucked in a quick breath. “You don’t mind?”
“Why would I mind kisses?” Ottis wriggled. “Yours felt good.”
Another moment of silence. “Even with my...?”
“Yes.”
Doc exhaled slowly, his pulse thumping louder. He seemed to hesitate, his fingertips pressing against Ottis’ chest. Then, ever so carefully, he leaned in, warm breath rushing over Ottis’ nape.
Ottis’ heart sped up. “You don’t have to kiss me, if you don’t want to.”
“I want,” Doc said. Then he huffed and closed the distance between them, his soft lips brushing just under Ottis’ hairline.
In the darkness, with nothing for his eyes to focus on, Ottis felt the uneven bumps around Doc’s lips. They reminded him of the scars on his own leg.
“Another,” he said before Doc could pull away.
Doc’s pulse stuttered. “Really?”
Ottis nodded quickly. Then he remembered that it was dark and no one could see a thing. “Yeah.”
He heard Doc swallow. Then the alpha brushed his lips against Ottis’ neck. This time, the kiss lingered, Doc’s breath feathering through Ottis’ hair, his bumpy scars raising goosebumps on Ottis’ skin.
“I like it,” Ottis said truthfully, surprising himself. “It feels different.”
“The... scars?”
“Yes.” Ottis wriggled closer to Doc. “I like the way they feel on my skin.”
“You’ve only felt a tiny bit of it.”
“So show me. Let me decide.”
Doc’s pulse sped up, like maybe he was nervous. But he leaned in anyway, pressing more of his face against Ottis’ neck.
There were more bumps now. Ottis rubbed himself against Doc. The scar tissue rumbled against his skin, feeling dry like Ottis’ leg often felt.
“You need some lotion,” Ottis said quietly. “Doesn’t it hurt?”
Doc inhaled sharply. “How did you know?”
“I have scars too, remember? It hurts when I don’t have money to get moisturizer for them.”
Doc stiffened. “I’ll have Jinks order some immediately. Do you have a preferred brand?”
“Doc!” Ottis laughed and shoved at him. “I was talking about your scars, not mine.”
“Yeah, well, yours sound like they need care.” The alpha sounded grumpy, which made something warm bloom in Ottis’ chest.
“I’ll put lotion on mine if you put some on yours,” Ottis said.
Doc’s arms tightened around him. Then he huffed, bumping his forehead against the back of Ottis’ head. “You drive a hard bargain, sweetheart.”
Ottis laughed. “You drive harder.”
At that, Doc growled, low and deep. He rolled Ottis under himself and pinned him to the bed, mouthing at his ear. Tingles raced down Ottis’ spine; he purred and arched, trying to get even more skin contact.
Then his ears shifted and grew fuzzy, his tail sprouting out behind him.
“Eek,” Ottis squeaked.
Doc made a questioning sound. “Tail?”
“I don’t know. Sometimes it happens,” Ottis admitted. “When I feel good.”
Doc purred and unwrapped one arm from around Ottis, reaching between them to grasp Ottis’ tail. Ottis shuddered; more pleasure whispered through his body when Doc began to stroke his tail.
“Good boy,” Doc murmured in his ear. “So good for me.”
Ottis mewled and melted into a boneless puddle. “I’m good?” he asked plaintively. “I want to be good.”
“You’re so good,” Doc whispered. “So beautiful and perfect.”
“You can’t even see me.”
“I can feel you. Smell you. Taste you.”
That took a while to sink in. “Huh,” Ottis said.
“Were you surprised by that?”
“Yeah. No one’s ever said that to me, either. That I taste good. It’s like I’m your chicken dinner.”
Doc froze. Then he began to laugh, his entire body trembling. Ottis groaned.
“I’m not going to swallow you,” Doc said. “Except for your... gravy. I’d swallow that.”
Ottis groaned. “That’s terrible!”
Doc laughed harder. His laugh was low and rich, and it made all of Ottis’ nerves light up.
To hide that, Ottis grumbled, “Is your mind always in the gutter?”
“Is it?” Doc sounded like he was smiling. “I think yours might be.”
“I think about pure and upstanding things!”
“Of course,” Doc purred, like they both hadn’t heard the way Ottis’ heart skipped at the lie. “In case it isn’t obvious, I enjoy the way you sound and feel. The way you respond to my touch. So sensitive. So eager to please me.”
He stroked Ottis’ tail and nipped his ears, until Ottis floated in bliss, pleasure humming through his body.
Doc released his tail and slid his hand down Ottis’ belly, palming his cock briefly. Then he reached behind Ottis’ balls to where he was still stretched around Doc.
Ottis’ breath hitched. Doc touched his rim firmly, locking Ottis’ attention on where they were still joined.
“D-Doc?” Ottis whimpered.
“Stretched around me,” Doc growled. “You open so readily, just like that.” He pressed one finger inside, next to his cock. It made Ottis stretch wider; cum began to leak out around his finger, its scent musky and incriminating.
Doc’s cum was flowing out of him. Doc had filled him up bareback and kept his cum inside for hours.
During Ottis’ heat.
“Wait,” Ottis said, his heart stuttering.
“Love it when my cum flows out of you,” Doc growled in his ear. “I painted your insides, filled you completely.”
“I’m in heat,” Ottis said.
Doc froze. “Fuck.”
He tensed and jerked, as though he wanted to rip himself away. But his arms remained locked around Ottis, and he breathed heavily.
“Fuck,” Doc said again, the severity of their situation sinking in.
Maybe Ottis wasn’t quite as fertile when he wasn’t in heat, but when he was...
“How fertile are you?” Ottis asked slowly. “Because it only took once for that one alpha to knock me up.”
A low growl burst out of Doc. He rolled Ottis back under himself, shoving his cock deep. “You don’t belong to that alpha. You belong to me.”
Ottis shuddered. Doc’s breathing hitched, and he sucked in long, slow breaths.
“Fuck. I—I didn’t mean to claim you this way. We should have discussed this. Pregnancy wasn’t in the contract.”
And yet he kept his cock buried inside, holding his cum in Ottis’ body. Ottis blushed.
“Do you want to, um.” There came the sound of Doc wetting his lips. “Do you want to... empty out my cum? You probably should.”
But his cock was growing thick in Ottis’ ass again, like the thought of breeding Ottis turned him on.
“D-do you want to come inside again?” Ottis asked.
Doc blew out a shaky breath, sinking his teeth into Ottis’ shoulder. “Yes. Fuck.”
“Y-you can fuck me again,” Ottis said breathlessly. “Then we’ll figure out what to do.”
Doc groaned and thrust in deep, several times.
Ottis clung to the sheets as Doc began jerking him forward with every stroke.
It felt like the alpha was trying to breed him for real this time, hard, deep pumps of his hips that made Ottis’ body sing.
Ottis thrashed and writhed, coming his brains out.
Doc fucked him through several more orgasms, until he finally pinned Ottis and roared, his cock pulsing in Ottis’ ass.
They were both exhausted after that. Doc panted above Ottis, their bodies pressed together damply, his cock still jerking with the last of his load.
His cum was everywhere now, leaking out around his cock, smeared all over Ottis’ cheeks. When Doc pulled out, he didn’t leave. Instead, he pinned Ottis down by his nape and turned the light on.
“Don’t move,” Doc whispered raggedly.
He grasped Ottis’ cheeks and spread him open, dipping his fingers into Ottis’ wrecked hole.
“How do I look?” Ottis whimpered into the pillows.
“Like you’ve been thoroughly bred. Fuck. You’re just gaping open, fucked loose. So much cum inside, but it’s outside too, from me using it as lube.”
“Best heat of my life,” Ottis mumbled. “So fucking hot. I’ve never seen this in the books I read. Usually when people discover that they forgot the condom, they try to get rid of the cum. But you went and fucked another load into me.”
Doc growled. “You asked me to.”
He pushed his fingers inside and swirled them around. When Ottis tried to squeeze his hole shut, cum leaked out. Doc scooped it up and pushed it back in.
“Yeah, that’s hot,” Ottis groaned.
Doc rumbled. A blunt tip kissed Ottis’ hole. Then it sank inside, inch after inch of alpha cock, and Ottis shuddered. Doc turned off the light, before covering Ottis with his body.
“You’re not... panicking?” Doc said against the back of Ottis’ head. “I would’ve expected you to freak out.”
“I already have a baby. Having another is... Well, it’s not going to be a huge worry if you help.
” Especially when Doc had food and shelter.
Those were things that Ottis had desperately needed when he was pregnant with Marcie.
With Doc, he had signed a contract. He was safer being pregnant here than somewhere else.
Doc rumbled. “I’ll help. I might panic a little if it takes. But until then, I’m... not going to think about it.”
He pressed their hips together though, keeping his cock buried deep.
They lay together in companionable silence for a while. Then Doc’s heartbeat picked up, along with his breathing.
“I think I might be freaking out,” Doc said in the darkness. “Just a little.”