Knotting Hearts

Chapter 2

Chapter Two

Jun

F or as shy as Miles had made himself out to be, he knew what he wanted in the bedroom, and he wasn’t afraid to ask for it. He kissed Jun fiercely, establishing an intensity that surprised Jun so much, he initially struggled to match it. He knew what heat did to omegas—how it drove them insane with lust—but this was something else. It was almost as if Miles wasn’t using a suppressant, but that wasn’t possible. If that was the case, Jun would be right there with him, so drunk off Miles’s pheromones that he wouldn’t be able to control himself.

Which, speaking of…

“Are you on birth control?” he asked breathlessly through the kiss. Miles was so greedy for his lips that he barely broke from them even when Jun was trying to talk. “I have condoms, but…”

“I am.” Miles curled his fingers in Jun’s hair and kissed him hard. “No condoms.”

“Miles…”

“No condoms,” Miles insisted, peppering the corner of Jun’s mouth with kisses. “I swear I’m on birth control, and I don’t have any STDs. You don’t have to worry. I just… wanna feel you. Wanna feel it when you come inside.”

Jun’s cock throbbed. He wanted to—fuck, did he want to—but he couldn’t go through with such an irresponsible thing. He didn’t think Miles was lying about his status, but accidents happened. There was no such thing as perfect birth control. Even ninety-nine percent effectiveness meant one in a hundred people would accidentally get pregnant in any given year, but properly using a condom in addition to hormonal birth control would lower the chances to near impossibility.

Still, the thought of coming in Miles…

Of knotting him…

Of feeling his own cum adding to Miles’s slick, making him even wetter…

Jun groaned and reached between their bodies, undoing his fly. His cock was rock hard and so ready to find its place between Miles’s legs that it bulged crudely through the unzipped opening, having pulled forward enough that the elastic waistline of his briefs had lifted away from his stomach. A dark wet patch had formed on the front panel where his cockhead pressed against the fabric, steadily growing as it kept leaking precum.

“ Fuck. ” Jun broke from Miles to shimmy out of his jeans, stopping to grab a condom from his back pocket before he kicked them to the floor. He’d never been so hard before, never so desperate and eager. The urge to take Miles raw—to feel the heat of his skin and know the softness of his body without a barrier between them—swelled in him like a blister, hot and unwanted, uncontrollable, and with consequences should he give in to temptation.

Knowing he might change his mind if he didn’t take action soon, he tugged off his briefs and rolled the condom down his shaft. He expected a protest from Miles, but Miles was silent. He lay frozen on the bed amongst his collection of soft blankets, eyes wide, staring in awe at Jun’s cock.

Jun didn’t think he was huge, but the way Miles was gawking at him was one hell of an ego boost.

Putting on his best flirtatious smirk and nodded his chin in Miles’s direction. “Pants?”

Miles remained frozen for a delayed moment, then sprang into action. He twisted and wriggled and—after an adorably awkward struggle—kicked his pants to the floor. All that was keeping him from nudity now was a pair of black briefs that fit him so snugly, it looked like they’d been painted on. Miles hooked his thumbs beneath them to pull them off, but the sight of them stirred something in Jun.

“No,” he commanded, his voice deeper and more authoritative than even he was used to. “Those are for me.”

Miles’s hands flew away from his briefs as though he’d been burned, and he looked up at Jun with wide, startled eyes.

Miles really was innocent.

It might not have been the first time he’d shared his bed with someone—Jun hadn’t thought to ask—but that didn’t matter. At his core, he was a sweet and docile soul who needed to be protected. Praised. Cherished. Spoiled.

Jun could do that for him.

He could do all that and more.

Without a word of explanation, he crawled up onto the bed and sank down over Miles, dragging his teeth painlessly from Miles’s navel to the waistline of his briefs, which he snagged and started to pull off. Miles clapped his hands over his mouth and squeaked, but his embarrassment didn’t distract Jun from the task at hand—clenching the elastic of Miles’s briefs between his teeth, he cleared the apex of Miles’s cock and sank lower.

And lower.

When he could pull no further, he gave a little tug, and Miles obediently lifted his hips.

Freed from their pinned position beneath Miles’s body, his briefs glided the rest of the way off. Jun left them dangling from one of his ankles, then rose up and looked Miles in the eyes.

“Last chance to call this off,” he warned. “If you’ve changed your mind about me, you need to let me know now.”

Miles shook his head and dipped his foot, letting his briefs tumble off the edge of the bed and onto the floor. “I want you,” he said with certainty. “Come back here and fuck me.”

And really, who was Jun to deny him that?

Miles wasn’t only short in stature—even erect, his cock was on the small side. At about four inches in length, it barely made it past his groin.

Jun was enamored with it.

Not only was it adorable, but it fit Miles perfectly.

Unable to resist, he sank onto the bed and took it into his mouth, claiming it as his. Miles gasped and wriggled beneath him as Jun’s lips made contact with his shaft, then cried out softly and curled his fingers in Jun’s hair as Jun’s tongue darted forward to taste him.

“You don’t… don’t have to…” he struggled to say between labored breaths. “We can just do it. You don’t— ahh! —you don’t have to suck me off.”

Jun parted from Miles’s cock, letting his tongue run the full length of it before looking up at Miles from his position by his thighs. “I know I don’t have to,” he said, “but how can I resist when you’ve got a cock this good? ”

Miles’s eyes widened as though startled, like he’d never seen himself in the mirror and realized how damn cute he was, but that was all Jun had time to see. He couldn’t wait a moment longer. Eagerly—greedily—he returned to his place between Miles’s legs and took him back into his mouth. It was an easy fit, and Jun was obsessed. He sucked and lapped and swallowed until Miles was whimpering with pleasure and grinding against his mouth in a desperate bid for more.

Jun kept going like that until Miles was dripping with slick, the scent of it so pervasive in the air that it didn’t just fill Jun’s lungs but had hooked its claws into his brain. Only then did he part from Miles and climb on top of him.

In anticipation, Miles spread his legs.

It was a simple gesture, but its underlying message hit Jun hard.

Miles wanted him.

Wanted to feel his cock.

Wanted to come on it.

Wanted it to come in him.

They were strangers, yet Miles was so desperate for him he was willing to take the chance, and fuck, did that go straight to his head.

Buzzing from that thought, Jun took Miles by the hips and angled him upward, adjusting his position so the tip of Jun’s cock could easily slip between his slick-soaked cheeks. The feeling was addictive, and Jun, eager for more, didn’t hesitate. He pushed forward with his hips, finding the tight ring of muscle keeping them apart, and with a small amount of pressure, he breached it.

He slid in effortlessly.

Beneath him, Miles gasped and tensed, his body instinctively squeezing around Jun’s dick as Jun pressed deeper inside. Jun had expected some resistance, but he had never had a hole squeeze him that tight, and he moaned loudly, unable to stop himself. If Miles wasn’t a virgin, he was doing a damn fine job pretending that he was—the tension in his body, the way he was clinging to Jun like he never wanted this to end, and the desperate sounds of pleasure he was making all screamed of inexperience, and if that was true, then it was up to Jun to teach him how good sex could be by dicking him down so well, neither of them would ever forget it.

He pushed into that tight, wet heat until he was all the way inside and started to thrust, his force of will the sole thing keeping him from losing control and fucking Miles into the mattress. Pleasure rushed through him like water propelled from an open faucet, shooting through his veins and pounding in his ears. It pulsed in his groin explosively and brought on an erratic throbbing in the base of his cock that warned him that he would knot soon.

“ Fuck… ”

Unable to keep himself upright any longer, Jun let go of Miles’s hips and dropped down on top of him, using his arms to brace himself on the mattress. He didn’t stop thrusting—couldn’t stop—needed to work his knot into this tight ass and make Miles his for good.

And he wasn’t the only one who wanted it.

“Please,” Miles begged, wrapping his arms around Jun’s neck and clinging to him fiercely. “Please take the condom off. I wanna feel it when you come. Wanna know you’re inside me, breeding me.”

Oh, fuck.

Jun’s cock throbbed, and a shuddering shiver of pleasure shot up his spine at the same time.

“We shouldn’t…”

“I know,” Miles said in a rush. “I know it’s irresponsible, but I want it so bad. Please, let me take it off so you can breed me. Please. Please. ”

He sounded desperate, and as wrapped around his little finger as he was, Jun was eager to give him everything he could. Miles was on birth control, after all. Extra protection was nice, but it wasn’t like they needed it.

Without it, he could give Miles the best night of his life.

But first…

“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.