Brad reached between them, closing his fist around their cocks. He began to fuck lightly, rubbing their most sensitive parts together.
Ian groaned, pleasure humming along his spine.
Over and over, Brad ground against him, his cock heavy, exquisite against Ian’s body. Ian grew close, his balls pulling tight.
“Good?” Brad whispered.
“Yeah.” Ian panted, digging his nails into Brad’s back. His cock throbbed, on the verge of release.
Just a few more seconds, and he would come.
“I’m—I’m—”
Brad released him then, letting his own cock slide heavy against Ian’s belly.
The tension in Ian’s body slipped, and he was no longer at the edge, no longer about to come.
Frustrated, Ian thrashed, reaching down. His cock hurt. He needed his release.
Before he could touch himself, Brad caught Ian’s hands, pinning them above his head.
“Gonna claim every inch of you,” Brad murmured, leaning close. “Remember?”
Ian whined, spreading his legs wider, dragging his toes against Brad’s thigh to hurry him along.
Instead, Brad kissed down Ian’s arms, holding them down with one hand. With his other, he dragged his wrist down Ian’s forearms, then the scars on his upper arms. Brad followed the walnut trail with soft kisses, his lips damp, his cock nudging against Ian’s belly.
Ian trembled. He waited as Brad kissed down his throat, then across his shoulders, covering Ian’s skin with his scent. He kissed over Ian’s chest, sucking Ian’s nipple into his mouth.
Then Brad bit down lightly, and pain and pleasure twisted through Ian’s body. He bucked and writhed; Brad held him down, circling Ian’s nipples with the point of his tongue.
“Brad,” Ian gasped, his nipples tingling from Brad’s touch.
Brad grinned. “Not wet enough. Want you wetter.”
Ian groaned. Brad cupped his sides, kissing down Ian’s midriff, to his belly.
There, the look in Brad’s eyes softened; he nuzzled the swell of Ian’s abdomen, then licked the dip of Ian’s navel.
“Want another baby?” Brad growled, meeting Ian’s eyes. “Put another inside you.”
They didn’t know how this pregnancy would go, but the thought of another child inside him, Brad’s seed locked inside him... Ian’s hole squeezed.
“Yes,” Ian gasped, reaching down to spread his cheeks. “Fuck me, Brad.”
Brad’s breath rushed out of him. His pupils blew wide, and Ian’s musk coiled between them, his cock so hard he couldn’t think.
All he wanted was Brad’s cock, his come, his knot. He wanted Brad’s marking on him, wanted Brad’s scent and his touch and his love.
Brad growled, kissing Ian’s belly, dragging his wrists over it, leaving his scent on Ian’s skin. Then he kissed down one side, to the silvery scars at Ian’s hips. There were a few dark scabs there, too. Brad glanced up.
“I promise,” Ian whispered.
Brad smiled, kissing those scabs. Then he kissed the tops of Ian’s thighs, brushing his wrists all the way down to Ian’s knees.
“Mine,” Brad whispered. Ian’s heart fluttered.
Brad kissed the base of Ian’s cock. Ian couldn’t help the soft whine that slipped from his throat. He curled his fingers into Brad’s hair, got his feet under himself, and pushed up at Brad’s mouth, his cock leaving a glistening smear of precome on Brad’s skin.
Brad licked it off his lips, his eyes darkening. “You’re delicious, you know.”
“So are you,” Ian groaned, dragging his cock against Brad’s cheek, eager for more friction.
Brad shoved Ian’s hips back down against the bed. Then he pushed his tongue past Ian’s foreskin, licking around Ian’s sensitive tip. Jolts of pleasure shot through Ian’s body; Brad closed his hot fist around Ian, slid his skin down, and kissed Ian’s exposed tip.
“Brad,” Ian panted.
Brad took Ian’s tip into his mouth, sliding his tongue around it, before hollowing his cheeks. That sucked Ian right into his damp, snug mouth, and pleasure rushed down his nerves, his cock leaking. It felt like a kiss, except Brad’s tongue was magic on Ian’s skin, flicking him beneath his head, grinding against his piss slit. Ian squirmed, bucking his hips. Groaned when Brad took all of him inside, his mouth feeling like bliss.
“Brad, please,” Ian gasped, breathing shakily. His body had grown tight with need, and he pushed himself up, needing to do the same for his alpha.
“Down,” Brad growled. He pressed Ian back against the mattress, then pushed his thighs wide open, exposing his hole. “Want something inside?”
Ian trembled, looking at Brad’s flushed length, the precome trickling down his side. “Yes.”
And Brad’s smirk grew. “Tell me what you want.”
“Your cock.” Ian reached down, pulling his cheeks open, slick trickling out of his hole.
“Fuck.” Brad released one of Ian’s legs. He dragged his wrist down his own cock, covering it with his scent.
Ian squirmed onto his front and pushed his ass into the air. Then, he spread himself again.
Brad swore, grabbing Ian’s hips. He shoved his cock snug against Ian’s ass, spreading Ian’s cheeks with his sheer size. Ian dragged his hole along his alpha’s cock, covering it with slick. And now his ass smelled like walnut, too.
“F-fuck, Ian,” Brad panted, dragging his cock down Ian’s cleft, until his tip pushed against Ian’s entrance, lightly, a familiar presence that Ian wanted more of.
“I want all of it,” Ian whimpered, rolling his hips, trying to take Brad’s tip into himself. “Until I feel your balls, Brad. I want your knot. All of you.”
Brad swore. He pushed his tip into Ian’s hole, stretching him open.
Ian scrabbled against the bed, his body opening around his alpha. Pleasure hummed down his nerves. It always felt good, but having gone without Brad for nearly a month, feeling him inside now... Ian’s cock pulsed, his body squeezing around Brad.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” Brad bared his teeth, and Ian sat back down onto his alpha, taking him halfway in. He couldn’t think about anything else but Brad’s solid length, leaving his marking inside Ian, too.
Brad panted, snapping his hips. He sank a few inches in; Ian moaned, fucking himself on his alpha, the tension in his body growing tighter with every stroke.
Brad plunged deeper, until his hair brushed Ian’s ass, and his balls hit Ian’s skin. Ian panted. Felt good. Felt like he’d returned home, and he had an alpha again.
“Mine,” Brad growled, dragging his wrist down Ian’s chest, his own chest pressing against Ian’s back. Their hips bumped, and Brad sank deep into Ian, jerking Ian forward with his thrusts.
Pleasure built in Ian’s body; he shuddered, leaking onto the bed.
When Brad stroked Ian’s shoulder, Ian grabbed his hand, pulling it in front of his face.
“Ian...?” Brad panted, his length rocking inside.
Ian kissed up Brad’s forearm. Then he paused at Brad’s wrist, where Brad’s scent gland was, smelling like musk and walnut.
Ian kissed the sensitive spot; Brad went still. Through the mirror on the dresser, Ian glimpsed Brad’s face—his eyes wide, his mouth falling open. “Ian—”
“Yes?” Ian whispered, dragging his teeth against Brad’s skin. He wanted to mark Brad, and Brad groaned, pressing his forehead against Ian’s back.
“Yeah,” Brad rasped. “I’m all yours.”
So Ian sank his teeth into Brad’s wrist, right into his scent gland, deep enough that he drew blood.
Brad jerked against him, panting, musk coiling between them both. “Fuck, Ian. Just—fuck.”
Brad grew thicker inside Ian, and his breathing became ragged, his hands clumsy, desperate on Ian’s skin. “Need to—” Brad panted “—need to make you mine.”
His strokes grew deeper, harder, and Ian’s nerves sizzled with Brad’s touch.
Brad caught Ian’s hand, fumbling.
Then he pulled Ian’s hand toward himself, and Ian’s heart skipped.
Like Ian had done, Brad kissed Ian’s wrist, where his scent gland was. He licked over it, his tongue damp and soft. Then the points of his teeth scraped Ian’s skin, and Ian’s breath shuddered out of him.
Brad would mark him again.
“Mine,” Brad whispered.
“Yours,” Ian answered, his pulse thundering. He wanted to be Brad’s; gods, yes he did.
Brad sank his teeth into Ian’s scent gland, and pain and pleasure twisted through Ian’s body, going right down to Ian’s cock. Ian gasped, his body alight, his need intensifying. Brad had marked him again. “More.”
“Yeah?” Brad rolled his hips, plunging deeper into Ian. “All of my cock?”
“And your knot,” Ian panted. “Please.”
Brad growled, anchoring his hands on Ian’s hips. Then he began to build a rhythm, grinding his cock against Ian’s prostate, sometimes hitting it, sometimes missing. With every stroke, Ian’s cock throbbed, and his balls ached, needing to release his come.
“I wanna taste you,” Brad panted, anchoring Ian against him, his cock ravenous in Ian’s body. “Wanna fill you up. My omega.”
“All yours.” Ian groaned, his body squeezing around Brad. Brad bit into Ian’s shoulder, his strokes growing faster, harder. “Brad—A-ah, f-fuck!”
Brad reached down, closing his hot fist around Ian’s cock. Ian shuddered with pleasure, his cock pulsing in Brad’s grip.
“Mine forever,” Brad rasped in Ian’s ear.
It triggered something inside Ian; he didn’t know what.
Ian’s climax crashed through him, bright-white and blissful, and all he felt was Brad surging inside him, Brad’s body curved possessively around his own. Ian cried out and shuddered, his spine arching, his body clenching.
Brad swore. Ian felt the moment Brad came, when Brad’s hands tightened around him, and he drove deep inside. Then he stopped, his come spurting hot into Ian’s body, his knot beginning to swell.
“Fuck,” Brad panted, leaning his forehead against Ian’s nape. He tightened his grip around Ian’s chest, pulling him close. “Mine. Feels so good to have you back.”
Brad’s chest heaved against him, damp with sweat. He rolled them both onto the bed, and Ian twisted around, needing to see his alpha. He fumbled, his belly getting in the way.
Brad pulled his cock out; Ian whined.
“I’ll give it back,” Brad murmured. He turned Ian onto his back, opened Ian’s legs, and fitted himself between them. Then he slid his damp cock back inside Ian, slowing down when his growing knot pushed against Ian’s hole, stretching him wider. Pleasure hummed through Ian’s body; they both groaned.
Slowly, Brad eased his knot into Ian. It swelled further, locking their bodies together. Ian purred. This, too, felt like home, when his skin smelled like his alpha, when Brad had thoroughly claimed his body, when their baby lay between them, in Ian’s belly.
“Now the bed smells like you,” Brad murmured, pressing their foreheads together. “Been a while since it felt right.”
Ian blushed. “I’m sorry for leaving.”
“And I’m sorry I didn’t give chase.” Brad stroked Ian’s hair away from his face, caressing his cheek. “But you marked me.”
He smiled then, delight filling his eyes, and Ian’s heart swelled.
“Yes, I did.” Ian’s cheeks warmed. He’d marked Brad on impulse. But now there was drying blood on Brad’s wrist, in the shape of Ian’s teeth. Brad truly belonged to Ian now, and it was... new. Amazing.
“Mine,” Ian whispered, awed by the alpha that leaned over him, Brad’s eyes warm, filled with love.
Brad leaned in, kissing Ian softly on the lips. “I might not be the best,” he murmured. “But I promise I’ll be the best person I can be.”
Ian pressed his palm to Brad’s chest, feeling the thump of his heart. “Do you still feel guilty? About those children.”
Brad blew out a breath. “I probably always will.”
Ian didn’t want that for him. It was a great weight, carrying guilt around. “What if I said that, with every life you save, you’re repaying your debt to those children? You’re still saving people. Still doing good in this world.”
Brad thought about it for a minute. “Maybe. I could try to believe that.”
He’d agreed so much quicker than Ian had with Brad’s request, that Ian thought maybe he should be a little more like his alpha. A little more forgiving on himself.
“There’s so much to love about you,” Ian murmured. “You’re brave. You don’t hold grudges, and you... see so much about everyone.”
“Including you.” Brad smiled wryly. “I’ve told you, you’re so much better than you think you are.”
“Maybe I’ll believe that.” Ian cracked a smile. “If you can... I should be able to, as well.”
“So do it,” Brad said. “Say, ‘I am worthy.’”
Ian swallowed, suddenly nervous. Agreeing to something, and doing it, were completely different beasts.
Brad raised his eyebrow. “Well?”
Ian rolled the words on his tongue. I am worthy. It almost sounded like a lie. But maybe Ian could lie to himself, too. Maybe if he lied to himself enough times, he’d start to believe it.
Brad kissed his cheek. “C’mon, Ian.”
I am worthy. Ian moved his teeth and tongue, imagining himself saying it. He imagined his mother frowning, disapproval in her eyes. He imagined Harold Saxon looking down at him, his lip curled.
But aside from them... there were people who liked having him around. People like Brad, and June, and Gwen. And maybe Xavier, too.
If Ian saw himself through their eyes... maybe he’d see someone better. Someone worthy of love.
He wet his lips, meeting Brad’s gaze. Brad stroked Ian’s hip with his thumb. He was still here, still holding Ian, and Ian now wore a second marking from his alpha.
Marking Ian the first time—that could’ve been a mistake. But a second time? Brad was serious about him. Brad loved him. Ian swallowed hard, his throat tightening.
I want to be worthy of Brad’s love.
Briefly, an old memory flashed through Ian’s mind. I love you, his mother had said, and there had been pain.
Ian tucked that memory away. Instead, he memorized this moment—Brad, waiting patiently for him, a warm smile on his lips. His hands careful on Ian’s skin, his baby in Ian’s belly.
Ian gulped and bowed his head. Wet his lips. “I... am worthy,” he said, his heart beating too fast.
Brad’s smile grew. He slipped his hand into Ian’s hair, pressing a kiss to Ian’s forehead. “There you go,” Brad murmured. “You don’t have to believe it right now. But I want you to say it every day. It’ll get easier.”
Ian breathed out, his chest lighter than before. “I’ll keep saying it.”
“Good. I love you.”
Ian laughed softly, pulling Brad closer to himself. “I love you, too.”
Brad’s eyes lit up. He braced his weight on one hand, kissing Ian sweetly on the lips.
Then he smoothed his palm over Ian’s belly, his gaze wistful.
“Maybe later,” Ian murmured. “Maybe he’s asleep.”
Footsteps sounded in the next bedroom. Then they pattered into the hallway, and Brad and Ian exchanged a look.
“You don’t think,” Brad began, glancing at the door.
The footsteps stopped right outside, and they scrambled. Brad yanked a pillow over to shield their joined hips. Ian tugged on the covers, throwing one side over Brad’s shoulders.
Scarcely had they concealed half their bodies, when the door opened.
Gwen poked her head inside, her gaze locking onto Ian. “Daddy!”
Her entire face lit up. Ian’s heart stumbled. He hadn’t seen his daughter in three weeks. Despite the pictures she’d sent him, seeing her in-person was entirely different. It was so much realer. She was thin, her hair a mess, but she was the best sight i
n the world.
She dashed across the floorboards, and Brad hauled Ian onto his side. Ian threw his arms out, grunting when Gwen leaped against his chest. The impact rocked through his bones. “Oof! You’re getting heavy, Gwen!”
“I missed you so much,” Gwen cried, burying her face in his shoulder. Then she began to sniffle, and Ian couldn’t help his tears, either.
He’d missed her, too.
Ian hugged his daughter close, just breathing in her clean scent. Couldn’t help running his wrist down her back, so his scent mingled with Brad’s on her clothes.
“How’ve you been?” Ian asked. “Sleep okay? How is your heart?”
“My heart’s fine.” She bounced against him, swiping away her tears. “Papa brought me to the playground yesterday. We were looking for you all over Meadowfall!”
Ian glanced at Brad. Brad shrugged, looking sheepish. “I tried to avoid Meadowfall Tots. Figured you didn’t want to see me around.”
Ian relaxed, entwining his fingers with Brad’s. “You’re welcome there,” Ian said. Brad broke into a smile.
“I gotta show you my trucks,” Gwen added. “Papa bought me another one. And the stickers! And my new phone game!”
Ian laughed softly at her wide grin, ruffling her hair. “He’s sure been treating you to all the things, huh?”
“Had to keep her from moping too much,” Brad muttered beneath his breath.
Ian winced, regretting the breakup.
“Don’t worry about it.” Brad nudged Ian, and scooped Ian closer to himself. Then he kissed Ian’s shoulder. Gwen looked at them.
“Did you do something bad?” she blurted.
Ian frowned. “Something bad?”
Gwen nodded earnestly. “Something terrible. It sounded like you did.”
Ian glanced at Brad, but Brad didn’t know, either. “What do you mean?”
“Papa was saying ‘fuck’ really loud just now.” Gwen looked owlishly at Ian. “You did something terrible, didn’t you?”
Ian froze. Brad stared, and then he snorted, covering it up with a cough.
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