8. Feels Like Heat #2
“You have such a pretty cock,” Zenith panted in his ear, his fingertips circling Emre’s tip. “So sensitive and wet for me. Do you feel it, right here?” He rubbed the spot just under Emre’s tip.
Emre cried out, spurting precum. He needed more. He was so close.
But Zenith took his hand away.
“No!” Emre cried, jerking his hips to chase that touch. Zenith held him down.
“So gorgeous,” Zenith murmured. “Do you know how beautiful you are? The way you open for me, your body so responsive to my touch. It’s like you’re begging me to fill you, begging me to claim you.”
Emre tried to breathe. His instincts howled at him to submit, to take Zenith’s cock deeply and milk him for his cum.
Zenith kept his cock away from Emre’s hole. Instead, he slid his fist down Emre’s length, massaging his balls.
“Zenith, p-please-”
“Such a perfect omega,” Zenith purred. “But this isn’t where you need me, is it?
” He squeezed Emre’s cock. “This isn’t enough.
You need me here.” He slipped his fingers behind Emre’s balls, rubbing his perineum and circling the drenched pucker of his hole, a slow, teasing touch.
Emre whimpered. Zenith swore, his fingers swirling closer, skimming lightly over Emre’s entrance.
Then Zenith pressed his fingers harder over Emre’s hole; two fingertips slid easily inside.
“Fuck. You’re so fucking wet for me. Loose and ready to take my big cock. ”
Emre’s breath rushed out. “Now. Now, please.”
“Open your legs wider. Show me how good you are for me.”
Emre shuffled his legs apart as wide as he could, feeling completely exposed. Vulnerable, ready to be claimed. Zenith leaned away, cool air rushing across Emre’s back.
Zenith was looking, Emre realized suddenly. He was looking at Emre’s bare back, his open ass, his hole that needed to be claimed.
So Emre reached down and pried his cheeks apart with one hand, raising his ass higher as an offering.
Zenith groaned. He helped to angle Emre’s ass so he was perfectly positioned to take a big alpha cock.
“So beautiful.” Zenith covered Emre’s hand with his own, dipping his thumb between Emre’s cheeks to nudge his entrance.
Emre jerked and clenched. “I’m going to stretch you wide open with my cock.
I’ll pound deep inside you, grind against your prostate until you come and come again. ”
Emre panted, rocking back, trying to tempt Zenith inside. “Now. Now, please!”
Zenith dipped his fingertips inside. Then he pushed them deep, all the way to his knuckles, and began to fuck Emre.
“Not enough,” Emre whined. “Need your cock!”
“Fuck,” Zenith hissed. He pushed a third finger in and hooked them against Emre’s prostate; Emre’s eyes rolled back. “You like my cock, don’t you?”
And he slid his hot cock against Emre’s perineum, under his balls so it brushed against Emre’s cock from below. It was so hot, seeing the difference in their sizes, Zenith’s cock huge against his own.
Emre rutted against Zenith’s cock, his own precum dripping all over it. Zenith swore and pulled back, slotting his length against Emre’s crack, pushing it down between his cheeks. It ground against Emre’s hole, sending a spark into his body.
Then Zenith leaned in, his blunt tip rubbing over Emre’s hole. Precum shot all over it. Both of them groaned.
“Want my precum deep inside?” Zenith murmured, his breathing unsteady. “Want me to paint your insides with my marking?”
Emre moaned. The next thing he knew, Zenith was pushing into him, big and thick, inch after inch of his cock stretching Emre inside.
He was so fucking big. Sounds fell out of Emre; he couldn’t stop shaking.
Zenith pressed his hand over Emre’s mouth. “Shh. I need you to be quiet.”
And he fucked in, grinding sweetly against Emre’s prostate.
Emre screamed and came, pleasure crashing through him.
“That’s it. Come around me.” Zenith panted, pushing deeper, until all Emre knew was his alpha’s cock owning him completely. “Fuck, you just keep sucking me down like you’re begging for my cum.”
“More, more,” Emre whimpered.
“You’re so fucking desperate for me,” Zenith hissed. He pressed his teeth against the back of Emre’s neck. Emre shuddered. “Taking my cock so eagerly like you’re made for it. You just want me to fuck you senseless, until you’re coming all over me, taking every drop of my cum.”
Emre came around him a second time, his body so full, he couldn’t think.
“I’ve been saving up such a huge load for you,” Zenith growled in his ear.
He was thrusting long and slow, keeping Emre open and impaled.
He skimmed his fingers over Emre’s chest and played with his nipples, until they tingled and Emre’s cock leaked nonstop.
“I’ll fill you with so much cum, it’ll pour out of your pretty ass when I pull out. ”
“No!” Emre cried. “I want it inside.”
“Oh? You don’t want it all over your body?” Zenith murmured, sliding his fingers between Emre’s legs. “Smeared over your cock and hole, showing everybody you belong to me?”
Emre shuddered, the ache in his body intensifying. “I want! I want. Please.”
“You’ll smell like mine,” Zenith rasped. “You’ll smell as though I’m the one who knocked you up, the one who bred you.”
“Yes,” Emre whispered. Gods, if only Zenith had been the one to put the pup in his belly. “I want you to knock me up.”
“Fuck!” Zenith’s cock swelled; he pushed deeper yet, and paused. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I can take it. All of it. Please, please claim—”
Emre stopped himself before he could say Please claim me and my pup.
It was too soon. But gods, he wanted to belong to Zenith. He felt so safe in Zenith’s arms; he felt like a treasure.
Zenith breathed out shakily against Emre’s nape. “Yeah. I’ll claim you. And your pup.”
Emre whimpered when Zenith ran his hand all over his round belly, covering it with his scent.
“Mine,” Zenith growled, thrusting deeper. “As long as you have my cum inside you, everything in you will be mine.”
It sounded too good to be true, but Emre wasn’t going to look too closely at it.
“Yes.” His voice broke. “Please.”
Zenith swore, tugging on Emre’s nipples so they leaked. Then he pushed his cock deeper, until his balls pressed against Emre and all Emre could do was try to breathe. He felt so full, so completely stuffed with his alpha’s cock.
Claimed.
“Mine.” With each thrust, Zenith ground against Emre’s prostate, sending a burst of pleasure up his spine.
Emre pressed his face against the pillows, on the verge of coming again. “Deeper. Harder!”
Zenith thrust in, nailing Emre’s sweet spot so perfectly that Emre screamed, his balls writhing as cum shot out of him.
“Beautiful,” Zenith groaned. His thrusts grew shorter, harder, his breathing turning ragged. He gripped Emre’s hip bruisingly tight. Then he came with a low snarl, warmth shooting deep into Emre’s body.
Zenith’s knot was beginning to swell at the base of his cock when he pulled out.
“No!” Emre cried.
“Shh. Just for a bit. I’m going to put it back inside.”
Disgruntled, Emre peeked over his shoulder. Zenith angled his cock to the side, showing Emre as he shot cum into his own cupped palm. When it overflowed, Zenith slid his still-shooting cock back into Emre, easing his growing knot back inside. Emre relaxed.
Zenith poured his cum into the dip of Emre’s spine.
But he didn’t stop there; he dipped his fingers into that puddle and brought his hand around, wrapping his fingers around Emre’s cock.
Instead of squeezing, Zenith smeared his cum all over Emre’s length, then dipped his fingers back into the puddle and trailed the wetness over Emre’s balls.
He planted two wet cum handprints on Emre’s asscheeks, then reached around and cupped Emre’s throat, the scent of his cum so strong that Emre throbbed.
“I’ve—never been claimed like this before,” Emre said breathlessly.
“It’s all over your hole too,” Zenith purred. “I made sure to cover it in cum before I pushed back inside.”
It was such a relief to be claimed that Emre went limp. “Thanks. And thanks for your knot too. It feels amazing.”
Zenith’s knot seemed to have stopped growing. It was round and heavy, locked just inside his hole, and it pushed snugly against Emre’s prostate.
“You’re welcome,” Zenith murmured, petting Emre’s chest. “I... I got the knot out specially for you. Usually it’s not there.”
Emre snuffled, trying to think through his post-orgasm haze.
Zenith didn’t usually have a knot?
The alpha rolled his hips, grinding his knot against Emre’s prostate so pleasure throbbed through him. Emre cried out and clutched at the sheets.
“My cum has been sealed inside you,” Zenith said in his ear. “It’s breeding you right now.”
“Oh fuck,” Emre hissed, coming all over the bed. He pushed his ass firmly onto Zenith to keep him locked inside. Zenith groaned. And he began to thrust shallowly, massaging Emre with his knot until Emre came again, and again.
By the time Zenith had stopped coming inside him, they were both relaxed, lying on their sides. Zenith was wrapped snugly around Emre, and Emre was nodding off.
“You were saying,” Emre mumbled.
“Hmm?” Zenith snuggled closer.
“I... I can’t remember anything right now. You said something.” Emre sighed sleepily. “I wanted to ask you about it, but you fucked it out of my brain.”
Zenith laughed quietly, his chest vibrating against Emre’s back. “I meant everything I said. Ask me again some other time, and I’ll answer your questions. I’ll be around.”
Would he really be around? That seemed like too much of a good thing, that Zenith would stick around for however long Emre needed him.
But aside from his pups, Emre was alone in this world. He needed something to believe in.
And Zenith was a bright spark that he couldn’t refuse.