20. Binnie
Binnie tightened his grip on their bags as thunder rumbled loud enough to shake the ground beneath their feet. Ahead of him, San wrapped his sweater tighter around his shoulders, keeping his head down, his hair pulling free from his half ponytail to whip at his face. Somehow, crossing the backyard had become an epic quest.
They were almost to the guest house. Just a few more steps and they’d be safely inside. The weather had turned so quickly, it was almost comical. Twenty minutes ago, there was nothing but sunshine and only a slight chill in the air, but the moment they stepped out of the house, the sky had darkened, thick gray storm clouds hanging so low, Binnie felt like he could reach out and touch them.
It was…ominous.
They made it onto the covered front porch just as the sky let loose, rain coming in sideways, hitting the ground with enough force to sound like white noise while the wind howled like something out of a gothic novel. Binnie punched in the door code, pushing it open before standing aside to let San enter first.
Once inside, Binnie slammed the door shut, then locked it for good measure, as if doing so might protect them from the sudden inclement weather. San jumped as lightning cracked, lighting up the sky, and another loud rumble rolled towards them, rattling the panes of glass in their frames. San stared out the window, mouth slightly agape, as water poured over the windows with such force they couldn’t see past it.
Binnie raised the bags he carried. “I’ll drop these in our rooms. I stocked the fridge and pantry earlier if you want to look and see what we can do about dinner. I’ll cook.”
When he didn’t get a response, he moved through the cozy living room with its shabby chic decor that hadn’t been updated since his grandmother died. There was a small white couch with tiny blue flowers, a coffee table that looked thrifted but had probably cost a fortune, and a tchotchke-filled wooden mantle over the fireplace.
He gave the larger room with the ensuite bathroom to San, keeping the smaller one for himself. With the luggage distributed, he took a moment to change out of his work clothes. Since work had consisted of a Zoom meeting from his bedroom, he’d worn jeans and a navy cashmere sweater, but he still felt overdressed next to San’s flowy white pants, thin white t-shirt, and his Newport grandpa cardigan that was a pretty cream color.
He quickly stripped, then threw on black joggers, a v-neck t-shirt, and a red zip-front hoodie, hoping it would ward off the chill until they got a fire going. He glanced out the window. He should have thought to bring a flashlight or batteries when he’d stocked earlier, but he hadn’t anticipated a storm this severe.
When he returned to the kitchen, San was still staring out the window, arms folded over his chest. Had he been there the whole time? “Did you make a decision about dinner?”
San didn’t even acknowledge him, hyper-fixated on the deluge outside. When another crack of lightning lit up the sky, followed almost immediately by thunder, Binnie watched San shiver. What was the rule? The longer it took between seeing lightning and hearing thunder, the farther away the storm moved? If that was truly the case, the storm wasn’t calming any time soon.
“San?” No answer. “You okay?” Binnie asked.
When he still didn’t respond, Binnie placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. San jumped like he’d been electrocuted. “What?”
Binnie frowned. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he said, without much conviction.
More lightning backlit the rain on the windows, followed by another boom that reverberated through the small cottage. The lights flickered as the power threatened to give out, then flared back to life.
“Should I cook?” Binnie asked. “Before that’s not an option anymore.”
“Do you have candles or anything if the power goes out?” San asked instead.
“I saw a couple of decorative candles on the side tables in the bedrooms. But I can just get the fire started, just in case. It’s wood-burning. Want me to do that now?”
San nodded, then stood rooted in place as Binnie did just that, watching until the logs roared to life, painting everything in the room amber. He slipped into the bedrooms and grabbed the two thick pillar candles, lighting them as well and setting them on the coffee table.
“Should I cook?” Binnie asked for a third time, just before the power gave out for good, blanketing them in near darkness. It was early evening, but outside looked like midnight, bathing everything inside in shadow. “Or…we could throw some bread, meat, cheese, and grapes on a plate and crack open a bottle of wine?”
San nodded, still distracted. “Yeah, sure. That sounds good.”
Binnie watched him for another moment. “I’ll do the food. You do the wine?”
San gave one last wary look outside, then started to move. They spent ten minutes randomly opening cabinets, looking for things they needed, like glasses, plates, and a corkscrew, working around each other in comfortable silence.
When they assembled their low-budget charcuterie board, they took the food and wine into the living room to be closer to the light and the warmth. They both sat cross-legged on the floor in front of the coffee table. A little thrill ran through Binnie as San sat beside him, not overly close, but also not as far away as he could be.
Little victories.
San filled their wine glasses—that were almost certainly water goblets—to the top, then took a big gulp from his before giving Binnie a tight smile that was gone almost as fast as it appeared. Binnie’s eyes went wide, but San raised a brow in challenge, like he hoped Binnie would start a fight. Instead, he just grabbed his own glass, taking a generous sip of his own, before popping a cube of cheese and a grape in his mouth, chewing obnoxiously.
San snorted, another more genuine smile forming. After that, they focused on their food, with only the crackle of the fire and the storm raging outside filling the silence. Binnie found it cozy—this pocket of warmth, the rain outside making it feel like they were the only two people left in the world.
But San fidgeted, polishing off his glass of wine in minutes.
“Are you okay?” Binnie asked. “Do storms freak you out or something?”
San shrugged, reaching for the bottle of red between them, refilling his glass.
It was strange to see San nervous about anything. He was always so reserved, so put together. Nothing like the person before Binnie now. “Is there anything I can do to distract you?”
“Yeah,” San said into the glass at his lips. “Drink.”
Binnie barked out a surprised laugh. “Sure.”
He had a meeting tomorrow morning, another pointless pre-meeting meeting to discuss a gala to start raising money. It was bound to be a waste of time, but he couldn’t miss it. Still, if San wanted Binnie to drink, he’d drink. San had no such obligations. Like Seth and Fen, he’d cashed in on paid time off, claiming a temporary medical leave.
HR hadn’t questioned them.
So, they drank, side by side, staring into the flames. By the time they cracked open the second bottle of red, San’s cheeks appeared rosy in the dim light and he had a looseness to his long limbs that hadn’t been there earlier. “Let’s play a game.”
Binnie raised a brow. “What kind of game?”
“Hm…” San pouted his full lips, eyes shifting upward as he tapped his chin, like he was deep in thought. He was adorable. Finally, he snapped his fingers, a gorgeous wide smile splitting his face. “Let’s play Ice-Breaker.”
San’s tongue seemed a little looser as well.
“Ice-Breaker?”
San nodded. “You ask each other questions to get to know each other better.”
Binnie’s heart tripped over itself. Did San want to get to know him better? “Sure, let’s do it.”
This could either go really well or be the biggest mistake of Binnie’s life. But he was willing to risk it on the off chance that San might actually be using the game as a way to learn more about him. The other alpha could just be really bored sitting in the dark while their friends conducted an orgy next door. But Binnie was trying to remain optimistic.
“You go first,” he offered. San reached for his phone, squinting at it, swaying side to side a bit. Binnie chuckled at his expression. “What are you doing?”
San blinked at him. “There’s an app.”
“There’s an Ice-Breaker app?”
San gave him a look. “Duh.”
Tipsy San was a sight to behold. Binnie took another large swig from his glass, partly needing a bit of liquid courage and partly to get on San’s level.
San gave a triumphant cry, raising his phone over his head so violently he almost toppled over. “Okay, I sent you the link. There’s only one rule. You have to answer the question. No matter how embarrassing.”
Binnie’s brows shot up. “What kind of questions are these?” he asked, while his phone downloaded the app. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t intrigued.
San waved a hand wistfully. “They have all kinds of questions. Basic ones to flirty ones to downright kinky ones.” He pointed at Binnie, his finger hovering so close to the tip of his nose, he was going cross-eyed. “But you have to answer.”
Binnie was falling in love with this soft, silly version of San. “Fire away.”
“Question one,” San said, turning his whole body towards Binnie, holding up his finger like a one. “What historical figure do you think would be funny on Twitter?”
Binnie grinned. “That’s easy. Oscar Wilde, you?”
San made his pouty thinking face again. “Mark Twain. Your turn.”
Binnie hit the button, waiting while it cycled through questions, then stopped. He immediately blushed. “Uh, are you sure you want me to ask the dirty questions?”
San tipped his head, glowering at him. “We’re both adults.”
Binnie didn’t feel like an adult. He felt like a prepubescent kid playing his first game of spin the bottle. He caught San’s eye. “What do you like best? Dirty texts or dirty talk in person?”
San picked up his wine, taking a sip. When he set the glass down, a drop remained on his lower lip. It would be so easy for Binnie to lean forward and just suck it off for him.
When San noticed him staring, he quickly licked his lower lip. “Um, definitely in person.” He cleared his throat. “You?”
They locked eyes once more as Binnie said, “In person. For sure.”
San stared at him for a long moment before seeming to remember himself. He glanced at his phone, triggering the next question. His lips twitched, and he looked up. “Have you ever been caught masturbating and, if so, how did it make you feel?”
Binnie grinned. “I was in the military. We’ve all gotten caught jerking off. The other guys are pretty relentless about the teasing for the next few days. So, it’s embarrassing, I guess. You?”
San nodded. “Seth walked in on me once.”
When he didn’t continue, Binnie took a gulp of his wine then leaned in. “And…how did it make you feel?”
San rested his elbow on the sofa seat, then pressed his chin into his palm, like it was hard to hold his head up. He sighed softly, eyes hazy like he was remembering the moment. “Hot. Sexy. Seth got all flustered, started stammering and blushing. Then he asked if he could watch.”
“And…did he?” Binnie asked, cock stirring.
“Mm, he laid right beside me and told me I was so hot.”
“You are so hot,” Binnie whispered, then caught himself, giving San a startled look.
Something clenched in his stomach as worry gnawed at him, but San only smirked. “Your turn.”
Binnie gave a jerky nod, eyes stuttering back to his screen. “Who in our pa—group would last the shortest amount of time in a zombie apocalypse?”
San snickered, head wobbling where it was propped on his palm. “Seth, for sure. He hates cardio and he’d probably try to make friends with one and become dinner. Besides, he has a really big brain. They’d be well fed.” Binnie laughed at San’s assessment. It tracked. San blinked heavy lids at him. “Who do you think would go first?”
Binnie giggled, body flushing as the alcohol started to take up more of his blood. “That’s a no-brainer.” He snickered. “Pun intended. It would be Loch. His self-sacrificing ass would be out there drawing attention so the rest of us could escape. He’d probably get eaten with a smile on his face.”
San snorted, taking another sip of his wine, still gazing at Binnie with an intensity that made his belly hot. Or maybe it was the alcohol. They had somehow gravitated closer to each other, barely a few inches apart.
They studied each other for a few minutes until San dragged his gaze back to the questions. He gave a soft little gasp, then coughed, eyes flicking to Binnie then back. Finally, he said, “Uh, do you have a sexual fetish? If so, what is it?”
Binnie’s cock jumped in his pants. San’s voice was low and throaty, his look heated. He looked so pretty, arm propped up, just staring at him.
His face caught fire as he tried to word his answer with as little emotion as possible. Everyone has kinks. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Unless the love of his life, his potential mate, found him to be a dirty, disgusting pervert. “Uh—” He swallowed hard, stomach swooping as San leaned in. “I—Uh, you probably already know this, but I am, uh, pretty submissive…in bed.”
“How submissive?” San asked, breathless.
Binnie’s heart raced, blood pounding in his ears as hard as the rain coming down outside. “Uh, the usual, I guess. Hold me down, tie me up, boss me around, call me names, discipline and punishments. You can hurt me.”
“I can?” San mumbled, then seemed to remember himself.
Binnie startled. “I mean, they can. They, not you you—but maybe you—whoever I’m with. Just whoever I’m with.” Real smooth, Binnie. “You?” he asked, voice strained. “Do you have any fetishes?”
“Up until a month ago, I would have said my fetish was my exhibitionism,” San admitted, chewing his bottom lip until it was wet and a little swollen.
“But now?”
“Now, I think I have a new one,” San said.
Binnie’s heart stopped as San reached over with his pretty, long fingers, playing with the string on Binnie’s hoodie.
He gave Binnie another smoldering look. “Submissive alphas.”
Holy fuck.“Oh.”
Jesus, he was more than a little turned on, his nipples hard, his cock halfway to hard. This had been a terrible idea. He cleared his throat and San dropped his hand to his lap. “Next question.”
San dragged his gaze back to the app. “Do—Uh, do you prefer expensive gifts or homemade gifts?”
The question was so wholesome that his brain ground to a halt while it tried to process what was being asked of him. Finally, he said, “I don’t have much use for material things. I’ve had access to anything I’ve wanted my whole life, except the one thing I could never have. A real father. I can buy stuff for myself. I’d rather have something made for me. It would be nice to know someone thought I was worth the effort.”
San seemed to chew on Binnie’s answer before nodding. “It’s not about cost for me. It’s about someone knowing me well enough to see something and know I’ll like it because they know me, inside and out.”
Binnie tucked that information away for later, then pressed the button on the app. “What’s an irrational fear you have and why?”
San’s gaze drifted to the window, staring at the fogged over glass. “Thunderstorms,” he said, taking another gulp of his wine. “I used to have a sound machine in my room, you know the kind that plays nature sounds? I used to love it. Especially the thunderstorm one.” Another large gulp of wine. “But then I realized my dad only turned it on to mask the sound of my mom’s screaming. You?”
Binnie stared, lips parted at San’s casual confession. It was obvious he hated thunderstorms, but he hadn’t expected that. He lifted his glass to his lips to take a sip, then decided if San was going to be that honest, he would, too. His chest squeezed as he said, “I’m afraid people don’t actually like me. That they mostly just tolerate me for my money.”
San’s face softened. “You’re a really hard person not to like, Binnie. Believe me, I’m trying.”
Binnie took a deep breath and let it out. “That’s good. ‘Cause you’re the only person whose opinion matters anymore.”
San dropped his gaze, fighting a smile, then, suddenly, he disappeared from Binnie’s line of sight. Binnie blinked as San’s wine glass appeared before him. “Take this.” Binnie did, setting it on the table beside his own. San was now on his back on the floor. He laid his head on Binnie’s thigh, smiling up at him with a silly expression, then wiggled his head back and forth. “You’re so muscular,” he marveled.
Binnie preened. “Thanks. Next question.”
“What’s the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to you during sex?” San asked, flicking his gaze back up to study him, his face so soft and open it made Binnie ache.
He was so beautiful. Binnie wanted to stare at his face forever. He forced himself to concentrate. “Ugh, this is so embarrassing but, one time, when I was in college, I let my friend drag me to this freaky underground sex club where everyone wore masks to hide their identity like in that Kubrick film Eyes Wide Shut, and I ended up having sex with my former gym teacher.”
San snickered, then grinned, showing off his pretty white teeth. “Oh, my God. How did you find out?”
“An ill-timed bathroom visit. He came out of the stall mask in hand and we made direct eye contact.”
“Oof. Did he know it was you?”
“No, I had my mask on still, but uh, he…he was really, really old.”
San snickered again, gazing up at him, delighted. Binnie couldn’t stop himself from reaching down, running a finger along San’s perfect nose, then pressing against his full bottom lip.
San’s smile faded as he studied Binnie, but he didn’t say anything. When Binnie realized what he’d done, he tried to retract his hand, but San snagged it, pressing Binnie’s palm to his cheek. “Don’t stop. That felt nice.”
“Okay,” Binnie said, voice raw, losing himself for a few minutes by running a finger over San’s cheekbones, his forehead. San gave a contented sigh, another soft smile tugging at his lips. “Your turn,” Binnie prompted.
San’s smile twisted into something rueful, and he wheezed out an embarrassed laugh. “So, when I was sixteen, I went to this stupid party full of college kids, got a little drunk, and let a guy take me into one of the bedrooms upstairs. I was so excited when he dropped to his knees. It would be my first blowjob.”
“What happened?” Binnie asked, preemptively amused.
San groaned. “He got a little too ambitious and…threw up on me.”
“Oh, God.”
“Yeah, then he said it was my fault because my dick was too big. Which, to be fair, wasn’t my problem. He tried to deep throat me. I just stood there. It put me off blowjobs for a while.”
Binnie smirked. “I bet. But I’ll keep that in mind for future reference. Assuming you’ve recovered.”
San took one of Binnie’s fingers and popped it into his mouth, sucking as he pulled it free. “Mm, but I also prefer giving to receiving.”
“Are you trying to kill me?” Binnie whispered, cock tenting his pants not two inches from the side of San’s face.
Binnie prayed San just kept looking up at him. He glanced at his phone as the next question popped up. He groaned inwardly. “What do you think about when you masturbate?”
San ran his top teeth over his lower lip, his gaze heated. “Don’t you already know the answer to that?”
“Do I?” Binnie asked, voice raw.
San sighed. “It’s you.”
Binnie felt his cock leak into his underwear. There was no way San couldn’t smell how turned on he was. “That’s who,” Binnie managed. “The question is what. What do you think about, uh, doing to me?” he asked, cupping San’s chin and tugging his gaze upward.
San shivered. “Bending you over and knotting you on every available surface. I can’t stop thinking about the way your body would have to stretch to accommodate me.” San licked his lips. “The idea of you just letting me hold you down, forcing you to just…take what I give you. Calling you dirty names.”
Christ.
Binnie was nodding before he even finished speaking. “That…yeah, that’s…that’s my answer, too. Yes to all of that.” He glanced at the time on his phone. “Maybe we should find a new game? I’m getting a little worked up.”
San glanced down at his own crotch and Binnie noted he wasn’t faring any better, the thick outline of his cock fully visible in the flickering firelight.
“You can take a little more, can’t you?” When Binnie nodded, San gave him a magnanimous smile. “Good boy.” When Binnie just stared at him, San said, “It’s your turn.”
Did San just dom him in the middle of the living room while playing a game? He’d called him a good boy. Fuck. If this next question was sexual, he was going to come in his pants with San’s head right next to his crotch.
“Okay,” he cleared his throat. “What are your three most frequently used emojis?”
San smirked. “The eye roll, the face palm, and the heart eyes.” He appeared equally relieved by the harmless question. “You?”
Binnie hoped he looked sufficiently ashamed when he said, “The peach, the eggplant, and the wet emoji.”
San snickered. “Perv.” He looked down at his phone, then back up again. “What’s something non-sexual that turns you on?”
“Watching you draw,” Binnie said without hesitation.
“What? Why?” San asked, face scrunched like he didn’t believe him.
“Because you look so sexy when you’re concentrating. You do this thing with your tongue where you trap it between your teeth and it just pokes out of the corner of your mouth. It’s so hot.”
It was impossible to tell in the dim lighting, but it seemed like San blushed. Finally, he said, “I like watching you play with Deke and Seth. They’re both kind of high strung, like puppies. But you’re really patient with them. It makes me think you’ll be a good dad.”
Binnie gaped at him, heart slamming hard against his ribs. “Thanks,” he said, voice barely above a whisper, then reluctantly looked for the next question. “What would your best friend say is your worst quality?”
San sighed. “My unwillingness to give people a chance. You?”
Binnie’s fingers slipped to San’s neck, his fingers stroking softly. “My incessant need to be liked.”
“We’re quite the pair,” San said with a giggle. “What’s the worst birthday you’ve ever had?”
Binnie’s heart dropped. “My seventeenth birthday. My father caught me bottoming for another alpha. He beat my ass and threw me out. That’s why I enlisted. You?”
“The birthday right after I presented,” San said. “It was when my mom sat me down and told me that all alphas are inherently violent and that just because I looked like an omega didn’t mean I would act like one. She made it sound like the die had been cast and I was going to be an abusive piece of shit like my dad just because I was also an alpha.”
Binnie winced. No wonder San hated alphas. “Sorry.”
San suddenly sat up, turning to face him, suddenly so close Binnie could smell the earthy cedar and juniper scent. He wanted to bury his face in his neck.
“Let’s go back to the sex questions,” San muttered. “They were way less depressing.”
“Okay,” Binnie said, pushing the button until a sex question popped up. His mouth instantly went dry. “Uh, what do you look like and sound like when you have sex?”
They locked eyes, neither moving. Just when he opened his mouth to tell him he’d pick another question, San grabbed his glass, draining it. Then he crooked his finger at Binnie.
Binnie frowned. “What?”
San tilted his head, his tone implying Binnie was being deliberately dense. “I can’t exactly show you by myself, can I?”
Sober Binnie would have shut this down immediately. But sober Binnie had left the building one full goblet of wine ago, leaving drunk Binnie in charge and he made terrible decisions. “No, I guess not.”
“Come here and show me how good you can be,” San taunted. Binnie got to his knees, shuffling until San grabbed his leg and manhandled him into straddling his lap. San cupped his face. “You’d look so hot riding me.”
“Yeah?” Binnie asked.
“With thighs like these.” San ran his hands over said thighs. “I bet you could go for hours.”
Binnie moaned. “If you keep talking to me like this, it will be over before it even starts.”
“I’m not gonna fuck you. You’ll take what I give you.”
“Yes, alpha,” Binnie murmured.
San grabbed Binnie’s ass, dragging him flush against him. Binnie whimpered as their erections collided, the friction making his eyes roll back. He couldn’t stop the way his hips started moving on their own. It just felt so fucking good.
San gripped his chin, jarring him from his haze, forcing him to meet his gaze. “Look at you,” he murmured, voice just condescending enough to make Binnie throb. “Just a big, dumb puppy trying to hump my leg.” Binnie’s mind grew hazy, eyes unfocused, lightning racing through his veins. “You would, huh? You’d fuck yourself on my thigh like some cock dumb little whore, huh?”
“Yes,” Binnie whined, nodding desperately.
San slipped two fingers into his mouth, hooking them behind his bottom teeth to tug him forward. “Does my dumb puppy remember how to kiss or are you already too cock dumb just from a little talking?”
Binnie’s hands curled into fists. He didn’t know what else to do with them. “I remember,” he said around San’s fingers.
“Prove it,” San said, sounding bored.
Binnie surged forward, slotting their mouths together in a sloppy kiss. San immediately took control, hands threading in Binnie’s hair, angling his mouth so he could fuck his tongue inside. He tasted like tart red wine and he smelled like the forest and Binnie could feel his thick cock pressing against his thigh.
They kissed again and again, each one less coordinated and slightly more filthy than the last until Binnie was whimpering into San’s mouth, once more trying to rock against him.
Out of nowhere, San tore his mouth away, smirking when Binnie made a frustrated sound. He leaned back. “Go ahead, puppy.”
Binnie froze. “What?”
San laughed, giving Binnie a heated look, tongue darting out to run over his bottom lip before he said, “You’re supposed to be showing me what it looks like”—he rolled his hips into Binnie’s, earning a startled moan— “and sounds like”—he ground his cock against Binnie’s once again—“when you have sex.” Binnie was seeing stars, dizzy and horny and so far gone on San it was embarrassing. “So go ahead. I’m not going to fuck you, but I’ll let you get us both off, just like this.” Binnie moaned. San grabbed his face hard, pinching his cheeks. “But if you come before I tell you, there will be consequences. Got it, puppy?”
Binnie nodded dumbly. “Yes.”
He hissed at the soft slap to his cheek. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, alpha.”
San dragged him in for another dirty kiss that was over almost as quick as it started. “Good puppy.” He dropped his hands, making it clear he wouldn’t help. “Go on.”
Binnie shifted onto his knees, then settled over San once more, this angle ensuring that mind-numbingly blissful friction with every movement. He rolled his hips experimentally, crying out as little jolts of pleasure rocketed through him.
He didn’t ease into it, just immediately started rolling his hips, working himself against San’s cock, eyes closed, mouth open, head back. There was something about knowing San watched that only compounded Binnie’s pleasure, rocketing him towards his release.
When he opened his eyes, San watched him, stoic, but gaze hot enough to melt Binnie into a puddle. He would think he was unaffected if not for the way San’s breaths quickened, these tiny broken breaths escaping with each roll of Binnie’s hips. He gripped San’s shoulders for support, changing his angle slightly, earning a pleasured groan and a hiss from San.
Binnie couldn’t take much more. Pleasure bubbled low in his core, that telltale heat that let him know he was getting to the point of no return. What if he came before San?
San’s hands suddenly gripped Binnie’s hips hard enough to bruise, canting his hips upward before dragging Binnie down to meet him.
Binnie couldn’t do anything but let him use him, too far gone to even be embarrassed about the high-pitched noises pouring from him like water. “I-I can’t. You’re gonna make me come. Can I come, alpha? Fuck, it’s so good, it feels so good. Please?”
“Okay, puppy,” San panted, never breaking his pace. “You can come. Go ahead.”
Binnie cried out, his vision whiting out as this euphoric feeling rocketed through him and he came in his pants. San didn’t stop, just continued to use him until he rolled his hips one final time, grinding against him, pitching forward and sinking his teeth into Binnie’s throat.
Binnie moaned, baring his throat even more, submitting to the other alpha even further. When San released his throat, he grabbed him by the hair and crashed their mouths together. But the rough kiss softened, San’s fingers loosening in his hair as his tongue lazily teased over Binnie’s.
When San finally released him, they stared at each other for a long moment.
San broke first, gaze darting to the floor. “Uh…”
“We should go to bed. Beds,” Binnie fumbled, sliding off San’s lap. “O-Our own beds. Now. We should go to our own beds.”
San bolted to his feet with surprising dexterity considering their intoxication. Binnie not so much. San took pity on him, grabbing his hand and pulling him up. The storm outside had quieted a bit. The rain still pattered against the windows but the thunder was a barely-there rumble in the distance.
“Are you gonna be okay to sleep?” Binnie asked, nodding towards the storm.
San scoffed, then mumbled. “Please, I’m an adult.”
“Okay, but you know where to find me if you need me.”
San nodded. Binnie retreated to his room, stripping down and cleaning the evidence of their encounter from his skin, before donning fresh underwear and calling it good. He crawled under the covers, head spinning and mind-reeling. He faded into sleep, replaying the last twenty minutes in his head, wondering what tomorrow might bring.
Tomorrow came earlier than expected. Binnie blinked blearily as his door creaked open, barely making out a silhouette, before the bed dipped. San crawled right under the covers, scooting back until Binnie was the big spoon.
The room lit up from a lightning strike, then thunder boomed. San shuddered. When had the storm picked back up?
“Please, don’t tell anybody about this,” San whispered.
Binnie was too tired to ask which subject was ‘this.’ He wrapped his arm around San’s waist, holding him tight, then drifted off once more with the smell of cedar and juniper flooding his senses.