Chapter Two #2
“How am I supposed to pull out when you feel this good?” he teased, working his hips at a slow but steady pace meant to drive them both mad with need. “You’re gonna make me come in the condom before I can take it off.”
Miles made a sad noise of protest and reached between their bodies, boldly gripping Jun by the shaft on his next outward thrust. Jun expected him to hold his cock captive to cut off the source of his pleasure so Jun would have no reason not to pull out and take the condom off, but instead, Miles took matters into his own hands and pulled Jun out of him entirely.
With his closed fist, he rolled the condom down Jun’s shaft and coaxed it beyond the rim of Jun’s glans, then let it go.
It tumbled uselessly onto his belly.
“There,” he said triumphantly. “It’s off. Now breed me.”
It was such an unexpectedly brazen thing for someone as shy as Miles to do that Jun was rendered speechless, and in the empty place where his words should have been, instinct took hold.
He grabbed the base of his own cock and—shuddering—ran its bare length through the mess of slick between Miles’s legs.
“You want me to breed you, baby?” he asked, voice made hollow by lust. “You want me to come inside?”
Miles whimpered pleadingly and strained his hips to rub himself against Jun’s shaft. His hole brushed against Jun’s tip, a forbidden temptation, and as their bodies became acquainted without a latex barrier to divide them, that temptation became overwhelming.
Jun pushed in, just the tip at first, knowing he wouldn’t last long once he was all the way inside.
“You don’t have to beg,” he murmured, lowering himself so he could whisper the words against the lobe of Miles’s ear.
“I’ll give you what you want. I’ll breed you.
You’ll make such pretty babies for me, won’t you?
So pretty I’ll have to keep you pregnant so no one tries to take you from me and fill you with babies of their own.
You don’t mind, do you? I hope not, ’cause I don’t want anyone else to have what’s mine. ”
The sound Miles made was strained and feral, and the actions he took next were every bit as wild.
He arched his back and hooked his legs around Jun’s hips in an attempt to lift himself up and impale himself on Jun’s cock, but his efforts were wasted—Jun was already moving, pushing into Miles’s tight heat at a slow and steady pace so Miles could feel every inch of the cock that would breed him.
By the time he was fully sheathed, Miles was a panting, twitching mess.
“Fuck me,” he whimpered. “Fuck me. Come in me.”
Jun nipped his earlobe, then lifted up just enough so he could look Miles in the eyes. Miles was out of it, lips plump and parted, eyelids heavy, curls having fallen messily aside to frame his face.
He was beautiful.
He really would make pretty babies.
Maybe one day, Jun would make his fantasy come to life.
He thumbed Miles’s bottom lip, and when Miles nuzzled innocently into his hand, he stopped teasing and kissed him. It started out gentle, but as Jun began to pump, it darkened and intensified until it became vicious and greedy.
Gasping, moaning, panting, they kissed and fucked and made silent demands of each other.
Miles pulled Jun’s hair and kept him locked to his lips, and Jun grabbed Miles’s waist and fucked as deeply into him as he could.
He wanted every part of him. His lips, his tongue, his teeth. His body. His heat. His womb.
Wanted to spoil him.
To breed him.
To give him exactly what he wanted and so much more.
They fucked like that while all sense of space and time fell away, until the first stirrings of orgasm began to loom. Jun felt the urgency of it building and knew he didn’t have long.
“I’m going to come,” he warned, barely parting from Miles’s lips. “Last chance, baby. If you don’t tell me to pull out, I’m going to breed you.”
Miles cried out wantonly and locked his legs around Jun’s waist, digging his heels into his ass to prevent him from pulling out.
He didn’t have much mobility, pinned as he was beneath Jun, but that didn’t stop him from going harder, fucking himself as aggressively as he could on Jun’s cock, begging for his load.
Jun groaned and went harder to match his pace, sinking deeper, pushing with purpose, claiming his body from the inside so that when the time came, none of his cum would leak out.
If Miles wanted his baby, he would get it.
He would take Jun’s knot, and they would breed.
“Take it,” Jun ground out between clenched teeth. The throbbing at the base of his cock was back, and it was coming on faster than before. “Gonna put a baby in you and make you mine. Wanna see how big and round you get for me. Want everyone to know when they look at you that you belong to me.”
Miles clenched from head to toe, thighs shaking as he cried out brokenly.
He was coming.
Clenching around Jun.
Sucking on his shaft.
Begging for cum.
Wanting to be filled.
Wanting his baby.
And it pushed Jun over the edge.
He shuddered and latched on to Miles, burying his nose in the crook of his neck where the scent of his heat was the strongest as an orgasm ripped through him that made him lose all sense of self.
There was only pleasure left—the delectable resistance of Miles’s body as his knot swelled and locked them together, and the ecstasy of emptying himself into a hot, tight hole.
“So good,” he praised in a whisper against Miles’s neck as Miles twitched and panted beneath him, still coming on Jun’s cock despite having shot his load.
“Such a good boy, taking it like that and letting it in so deep. Gonna knock you up, baby. Not gonna stop until your heat ends and I know you’re mine. ”
Miles whined and rubbed himself on the base of Jun’s cock, taking his knot deeper and coaxing more cum out of him that shot up to join the rest. They would be locked together for the next ten to fifteen minutes, but Jun didn’t let that stop him from using what limited movement he had to buck up inside of Miles, pushing his cum as deep as he could.
With it there, even after he left, Miles would still be his.
He spent several minutes in this pursuit, lazily thrusting and prolonging Miles’s orgasm.
It was only when Miles was calm and quiet that he slowed to a stop and let their bodies rest. It would be another five or so minutes until his knot went down, which was a perfect amount of time to prepare for what would happen next.
“C’mere,” he mumbled, gently directing Miles’s head to the side so they could kiss.
Miles was receptive, but was meek and kittenish following his orgasm, and his kiss was sweeter than it was incendiary.
Which was fine. Jun matched his mood and made out with him in that same slow, sweet way, teasing his nipples and caressing his belly until his knot had shrunk enough to allow them to part.
Loathing having to do it, but doing it anyway, Jun pulled out and broke the kiss.
He began to crawl backward down the bed.
“Where are you going?” Miles asked, sounding heartbroken, like he thought Jun was getting ready to leave.
Jun stopped just short of Miles’s belly button and arched a brow flirtatiously.
“Did you not hear me before?” he asked. “I told you—we’re not stopping until I know you’re mine.
” He sank a little lower and swirled his tongue around Miles’s tip.
“I’m not done breeding you yet, baby. Won’t be until your heat is over.
But maybe, if we’re lucky, you’ll get pregnant for me after round two. ”
A persistent buzz woke Jun before the sun had risen the next morning. He groaned and buried his face in the pillows, desperately wanting to go back to sleep… and eventually, his stubbornness won.
The buzzing stopped.
Everything was quiet.
Then the buzzing started again.
Jun exhaled in frustration and opened his eyes to a dark room. The air was chilly, but beneath the blankets it was cozy due to Jun’s own trapped body heat and the soft, warm body that was pressed up against him.
Miles.
He was deeply asleep, his lips parted slightly and his curls having fallen angelically over his eyes. One of his arms was loosely draped over Jun’s hip, like he couldn’t bear the thought of Jun having to go.
He wasn’t the only one.
The scent of Miles’s heat was milder this morning—maybe his suppressants were finally taking effect?
—but even without pheromonal influence, Jun found himself unwilling to leave the bed.
His night with Miles had been amazing. The sex had been good, but there was more to it than that.
Jun was enamored with this curious little creature who seemed so contradictory.
It didn’t seem possible that someone like Miles could go from stammering and dodging his gaze to fearlessly taking what he wanted, yet that was the reality of what had happened, and it was captivating.
Jun had never met anyone like him before.
Wistfully, he thought he would never meet anyone like him again.
Bzzz.
Round three of the buzzing had arrived, and without an end in sight, Jun had no choice but to slip out from beneath Miles’s arm and leave the warmth of the bed to find the culprit. It didn’t take long. He followed the source of the noise to his jeans, which were puddled on the floor.
The buzzing was his phone, which was on silent twenty-four seven—he must have put it on vibrate yesterday when exchanging messages with Miles.
Not wanting it to wake Miles, he fished it out of his pocket to silence it and immediately wished he hadn’t. The buzzing was alerting him to an incoming call from none other than Sammy.
Shit.
“Sammy,” Jun said quietly, voice just above a whisper, as he pinched the phone to his ear with his shoulder and shimmied into his jeans. “Hey. What’s up?”
“What’s up?” Sammy sounded pissed, which was not a good sign. “Jun, where the hell are you? It’s five a.m. Our flight leaves in an hour and a half.”
Double shit.
“Is there any way to change the booking? There’s enough room built into the schedule that we could afford to stay in Aurora an extra day, right? Or at least another twelve hours.”
“Absolutely not. We’re scheduled to meet up with the resident sound tech of tomorrow’s venue this afternoon, and he needs you there so he can calibrate his equipment before the show. I need your ass here now.”
“Okay, okay, I’m on my way. Just… go sabotage the plane or something to buy me some extra time.”
“I swear to god, Jun—”
“Can’t-talk-now-gotta-run-byeee.”
Jun ended the call and did up his fly. With the help of his phone’s flashlight, he found his shirt and tugged it on, then hopped around in the dark as he pulled on his socks.
Miles was deeply asleep and hadn’t moved or mumbled when he’d left the bed, but he didn’t want to risk waking him, so he avoided sitting on the mattress.
After what they’d gotten up to last night, he deserved the rest.
Still…
Fully dressed and ready to go, Jun paused at the bedside. Miles’s shape was barely visible beneath all the soft blankets and throws.
If Jun woke him, Miles would tempt him back to bed.
He’d miss his flight, stay in the city, get in shit with Sammy, and probably have to cancel tomorrow’s show…
but he’d have another day here, in this tiny studio apartment with the omega he desperately wanted to get to know.
They could have breakfast together—maybe go down to that bakery Miles had told him about—and load up on carbs and coffee before coming home to snuggle.
A place like that would have to have coffee, right?
It itched at the back of Jun’s mind that he might never know.
Heart heavy, he put those impossible thoughts aside and came back to reality.
He wouldn’t be able to go out to breakfast with Miles, but that didn’t mean it had to be the last time they ever spoke.
If Miles felt the same pull, surely he would want to reach out and keep things going.
Jun could always come back. His tour was almost over, and after that he could set up shop in a hotel somewhere in Aurora, spending his days recording and his nights in Miles’s bed.
All he had to do was make sure Miles had his number.
That way they could stay in touch even when Jun deactivated his Grindr account, which he always did before arriving at the next stop in his tour.
There was nothing quite as mortifying as being up on stage and having someone in the front row loudly and excitedly expose your horny secrets to the world, and as desperate as he was to stay in touch with Miles, it wasn’t an experience he ever wanted to live through again.
Not seeing any paper and not knowing where he would start to look for it, Jun pulled Miles’s computer out from beneath the bed. There was no lock screen, so he had no issue opening up a Word document and firing off a quick message:
Hey, it’s Jun :)
A work thing came up and I had to go, but I’d love to stay in touch and meet up with you again sometime.
Text me?
He capped the message with his number, then closed the screen and slid the laptop back under Miles’s bed. As he straightened up, his phone buzzed with a text message.
Sammy: you’d better be fast-tracking your ass through security right now
Jun dismissed it without answering and cast one last look at the Miles-shaped mound on the bed. There was still so much he wanted to know about him, and maybe someday he’d get to know it, but for now, he had to run.
As he passed through the living room on the way to the front door, a shuffling by the window caught his eye. Pigeons. Two of them. Delightfully round little things sharing a croissant as the first sliver of morning sunlight peeked over the horizon.
Jun paused.
Watched them.
Smiled.
Then slipped out the door.
He had a flight to catch and fans waiting to meet him.
He could only hope that when he landed in LA, a message from Miles would be waiting for him, too.