Chapter （Untitled）
Peter stared at Chad’s neck all through dinner, the unmarred skin where his bite should be calling to him like a siren.
There was no way Chad didn’t notice.
Peter couldn’t believe that Chad had said he wanted Peter to claim him. The invitation felt like a compulsion. Except… Chad hadn’t actually invited Peter to bite him. He’d just said that in the moment he had wanted it.
They were seated across from each other at the table in the dining room. Peter had his right leg stretched out under the table, his right boot resting against the side of Chad’s shoe.
“Have you lived here long?” Chad asked.
“A few months,” Peter answered. “Now that I’m living in the city full time my parents thought I needed something bigger. I think they bought me this place because they were hoping I’d get married and settled down.”
Chad blinked, taking a bite of his roast lamb and chewing slowly.
“How about you?” Peter asked. “Why are you living in such a… small apartment?”
Peter almost said dump, but he figured that would be mean. Chad shrugged, not at all offended.
“I just have a short-term lease. I didn’t want to commit to anything more permanent before I could see it in person.”
That explained it. If Chad’s shitty apartment was temporary, that was fine. Peter took a sip of his wine, staring at Chad over the rim of his glass.
He wanted him to move in.
The thought surprised him. Peter had never lived with anyone—and he hadn’t wanted to. He liked having his own space. And it was far, far too soon to be thinking about claiming Chad and taking him home for good. They hardly knew each other.
Chad took another bite of his food, turning his face to look out at the view of the city. He didn’t speak, and Peter found the silence relaxing. He watched Chad watching the view, wondering what it was about Chad that had him so hooked.
Was it his pheromones? His personality? Or had Peter just randomly imprinted on him because of some quirk in the way he looked?
He didn’t know.
“I can feel you staring at me,” Chad said, not looking away from the floor-to-ceiling window. Peter lifted his foot up and rubbed it against Chad’s ankle, not saying anything.
Chad shuddered, turning to Peter with dark eyes.
“Stand up and take off your clothes,” Peter said, leaning back in his chair as he let his foot fall away from Chad’s ankle.
Chad licked his lips, not acting particularly surprised at the order.
He pushed his chair back and stepped away from the table, fingers clumsy and shaking as he unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his wide shoulders.
Moving his hands down to his fly, Chad didn’t hesitate as he stepped out of his shoes and stripped off his pants and underwear.
His cock bounced as it sprang free, heavy and hard, a bead of pre-cum pooling on the tip of his cockhead.
“Good boy,” Peter said, letting his voice dip into its lower register. Chad shuddered, like the words had brushed up against his skin.
“Turn around and put your hands on the window.”
Chad obeyed, and Peter stayed where he was, one hand kneading his bulge as he watched Chad wait for his next instruction.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered. He lifted his glass off the table and took a sip, watching as Chad pushed his feet apart with a restrained moan.
“Good boy. Now wait for me.”
Peter held his glass of wine off the table, taking his time as he drank it empty and enjoyed the power he had over the younger alpha. Chad’s body was tense, his hard cock pressed against the glass between his thighs, pre-cum leaking from his slit and leaving a trail on the window toward the floor.
After leaving Chad standing there naked for about ten minutes, Peter finally moved. He walked around the table and moved to stand behind his obedient guest, coming close enough that Chad could feel the warmth of his body against his back and hear his breaths without actually touching him.
Chad’s forehead was pressed against the glass, sweat beading at his temples, and he was trembling like a racehorse.
“You’re being so good for me,” Peter said, putting his hands on Chad’s shoulders. Chad gasped, arching into the touch and clenching his eyes shut. Peter shoved him back against the glass, pressing his front against Chad’s body so that he had him pinned.
“Do you feel that?” Peter asked, pressing his leather-clad crotch into Chad’s lower back. He was painfully hard, and grinding into Chad felt like heaven. “Do you feel how hard you make me? How good your obedience makes me feel?”
Chad took a sharp breath and nodded.
“I want to hear you say it,” Peter demanded, moving his hand up to grip Chad’s throat. He lowered his face into the crook of Chad’s neck, breathing in the clean scent of him.
He’d never smelled anything so perfect.
“I feel it!” Chad said, the words rushed and fervent.
“You’re greedy for me, aren’t you?” Peter ground his crotch into Chad’s lower back, his cock throbbing in its leather prison. “Greedy for my knot in your hungry hole.”
Chad moaned and tried to stand up on his toes, pressing his ass up against Peter’s bulge. Peter shoved him back down on his heels.
“Don’t come,” he ordered, placing his palm flat on Chad’s abs and sliding his hand down to envelop the needy alpha’s cock. Chad gasped, his cock throbbing in Peter’s hand, and Peter grinned into his neck.
He started jerking Chad off. Chad keened, his balls pulling up tight as Peter brought him to the edge.
“Peter… I can’t!” Chad cried, his body shaking. Peter took mercy and let go, his own cock demanding attention. He stepped back, leaving Chad leaning against the glass on unsteady legs.
Peter wondered if anyone from the neighboring buildings were watching them. Sometimes it turned him on to think of others witnessing his conquests, but not tonight.
“On your hands and knees and follow me,” Peter said, turning around and walking toward the door. He stopped in the doorway, looking over his shoulder to see Chad stumbling after him like a puppy that hadn’t quite figured out how to use his legs.
“You like the view?” he asked when he saw that Chad’s gaze was fixed on his ass. Chad blushed, nodding hastily and looking down. Peter felt a flush of pleasure and he resumed walking.
Peter led Chad to the living room. He sank down onto the couch and spread his thighs, his cock making a thick line down toward his thighs.
Groping himself, making eye contact with Chad who had come to a stop just a foot away, Peter unbuckled his belt and pulled it off.
He folded the length of leather and slapped it down on his palm, watching Chad’s reaction.
It was good. Chad shuddered, a tiny whimper escaping his throat, and he looked at the length of leather in Peter’s hands with unhidden desire.
“Come here,” Peter ordered. Chad crawled between his legs, stopping with his face just inches away from Peter’s bulge.
Licking his lips, Peter grabbed Chad by the hair and mashed his face down into his cock.
He gently tapped his belt down on the back of Chad’s shoulder, grinding his face into his bulge.
“Show me how much you want my cock,” Peter said, taking off his shirt and throwing it behind the couch before settling down with his hands behind his neck. Chad stared up at him, eyes glazed over and hungry, and Peter smirked.
“What are you waiting for?”
Chad jumped into action. He leaned down and started slobbering over Chad’s crotch, his movements messy, rushed, and greedy. Peter loved it.
“Such a needy little slut,” Peter said, reaching down and unbuttoning the top button of his fly. He brushed his fingers over Chad’s scalp as the younger alpha buried his nose down between his legs, pushing into his leather-clad taint.
Squeezing his legs together, trapping Chad between his muscular thighs, Peter undid the rest of his fly and pulled out his cock. It was hard as a rock and almost angry-looking, and as Peter wrapped his fist around it a spurt of pre-cum dribbled down on Chad’s hair.
Chad was holding perfectly still, trapped and breathless between Peter’s legs. Peter almost regretted that he was wearing the leather pants, no matter how hot they made him feel. Having Chad rim his hole might just be worth forgoing the leather.
“You like it when I control you like this, don’t you?” Peter asked, knowing that Chad couldn’t answer. “You like being used to make me feel good.”
Relaxing his thighs, Peter grinned as Chad gasped for breath. He looked up at Peter, cock blocking his view, his face sweaty and his expression one of pure bliss. He leaned up like he was going to take Peter in his mouth, but Peter stopped him.
“Worship my balls,” he demanded. Chad hesitated for only a second before lowering himself back down and tentatively licking Peter’s left testicle. It was round and big, hanging loose in its sac between Peter’s thighs.
The feel of Chad’s mouth on his most vulnerable part felt like heaven.
“You like that?” he asked when Chad engulfed one of his orbs in his mouth, gently sucking on it. Peter felt the tug all the way up into the lower part of his stomach, and it felt wonderful.
Slowly jerking himself off, Peter was leaking pre-cum all over the top of Chad’s head. It was running down his forehead, mixing with the sweat on his face—both his own and that from Peter’s balls. The sight was magnificent.
“Now suck my cock,” Peter said, the pleasure almost too intense. An alpha’s mouth on his balls had never felt so good, but he wanted more. “Put it in your mouth and take it down your throat.”
Chad lifted his body up and caught Peter’s throbbing member with his open mouth, but it was clear from the first few seconds that Peter’s demand to be in his throat was going to be a struggle.
Chad managed to get an inch into his mouth, teeth scraping Peter’s cockhead and making him wince, before gagging furiously.
He reared back, looking at Peter’s cock like it had betrayed him.
“Try again,” Peter said, his voice coming out gruff and stern. “This is something you need to learn.”
Chad got a determined look on his face and dove back in, and though there were less teeth he gagged just as soon.
“Stay on it,” Peter ordered, putting his hand on the back of Chad’s head when he tried to pull back. He pushed the younger alpha back down on his cock, ignoring the way he gagged and choked, coming to the very back of his throat before the angle prevented him from going further.
“Right there,” Peter said, almost growling. “Now reach up and play with my knot and balls.”
Chad obeyed, and it took everything Peter had not to come.
“Good boy,” he almost snarled. “Squeeze my knot and suck my cock.”
Chad did as he was told, and Peter let him get used to the feeling of having his mouth invaded before releasing his head.
“That’s it,” Peter sighed, putting his hands back behind his neck. Chad continued slurping on his cock, kneading his knot and drooling all over him.
It was heaven. Chad was so naturally submissive that it made Peter feel almost drunk.
By the time he had Chad climb into his lap and sink down on his cock, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.
Chad’s rim swallowed his burgeoning knot to the base, and Peter couldn’t hold back anymore.
He reached under Chad’s arms and gripped his shoulders from behind, pulling him into his chest as he shot his load with a grunt of pleasure.
“Can I… can I come?” Chad moaned, having held his orgasm at bay against all odds.
“Shoot for me, baby,” Peter growled, pushing his hand up into Chad’s hair and yanking his head to the side to expose his neck. He bit down on Chad’s throat, just shy of breaking the skin, and Chad’s orgasm rocked through him.
Peter could feel it in the way he clenched down on his knot, his cock shooting another load of come into his young mate.
Closing his eyes, Chad going limp on top of him, Peter relaxed back against the seatback cushion.
It was perfect.
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