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brEAKFAST OF CHAMPIONS

Blake

Soft breaths and Pember’s tousled hair tickled Blake’s chest in the early morning light.

It’d gone midnight when they finally returned home, checked on Val, showered, cleaned their teeth and fell into bed.

Blake had had to prop Pember against his shoulder as he scrubbed his back, because he’d all but fallen asleep on his feet.

Blake still hadn’t heard from the inspector. In fact, he hadn’t heard from anyone, which was a true fucking novelty. But as he gazed down at the omega in his arms, his wolf was quiet, and for once they both felt content.

The sun was already up, the birds well into their dawn chorus. It was the latest he had slept in a long time, and he felt weirdly drunk.

Having Pember’s warm body plastered against his side filled him with an overwhelming sense of wholeness. Like there was nowhere else he’d rather be than wrapped up in his skinny arms.

Pember was wearing one of Blake’s T-shirts with nothing but a little black thong underneath, and when he bent his leg the blanket shifted, revealing his long, pale thigh and perfectly round arse.

He had the urge to bury his face in between Pember’s cheeks, the thought making his morning wood even stiffer in his boxers.

“Are you watching me?” Pember whispered, quirking a brow without opening his eyes.

Blake snorted, squeezing his hip. “Would you believe me if I said no?”

“Pervert,” Pember sighed, hooking an ankle around his knee to tangle their legs together. “What time is it?”

Blake tapped his phone on the bedside table. “Six o’clock.”

“What time are we going in?”

Blake chuckled and kissed his forehead. “You know, I had a crazy idea.”

Pember cracked his eyes open, looking up at him through those dark lashes. “Yeah?”

Twisting a finger around the waistband of Pember’s underwear, Blake tugged it, making it drag up his crease. “I propose we go in for normal office hours.”

Pember gasped, the edges of his mouth pulling into a playful smile. “Eight?” he said, pressing his erection against Blake’s hip.

Blake smirked, propping an arm behind his head. “Maybe even eight thirty.”

Pember’s hand glided up his chest, his nimble fingers drawing his chin down. “I think that’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever said, DS Smith.”

Pember kissed him with an open mouth, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth before letting it pop out again. It was possibly the most sensual thing Blake had ever experienced.

Morning breath and all.

Loosening his grip on Pember’s underwear, his fingers traced along the line of his hip and across the curve of his lower back. They dipped under the thin band of material until he was fully cupping his arse.

Pember smirked, letting his palm drift over Blake’s midriff. “Found something you like?”

Hooking his other hand around his thigh, he pulled Pember on top of him. “An arse like yours should be illegal,” he whispered, licking Pember’s throat. “So pretty, and pink, and?—”

He felt the flush of hot skin across his tongue as Pember blushed. He pushed his nose through Blake’s hair. “You smell so good,” he whispered, grinding his hips into Blake’s lap. “You made a promise, you know?”

“Mhm,” Blake mumbled, sucking deep love bites across his shoulder.

“You said you’d be inside me every night and every morning if it pleased me.”

“I did,” he purred, digging his fingertips into Pember’s arse cheeks.

“Ah—” Pember squeezed him between his thighs and ground down. “It would… please me now.”

Blake growled, flipping him onto his back and pulling down his underwear with a snap . Both dogs yelped and skittered off the bed, huffing indignantly at being disturbed from their snooze.

Gripping Pember’s hips, Blake pulled him beneath his body, kissing his chin and jaw as his hands ran over every inch of his chest. Pember’s breaths stuttered when he pinched his nipples, the pink nubs hardening under the fabric of his T-shirt.

Pembers fingers worked their way into his boxers, peeling them down and making his cock slap against his belly. Their mouths slotted together, hot and hard, biting each other’s lips in a ferocious not-quite kiss.

Gripping Pember’s ankles, Blake pulled them around his waist. “ Mine ,” he growled, licking the scent gland in the crook of Pember’s shoulder. It was pink and swollen, just begging to be bitten.

“Ngh. Mine,” Pember moaned, his fingernails digging into Blake’s shoulders as their hips rocked together. “Ah—yesterday,” he panted. “Yesterday you nearly called me your… your mate. In front of those… other… officers. Didn’t you?”

Blake gritted his teeth, pushing Pember’s thighs up and hooking his arms behind his knees. “Yes,” he admitted, sliding his cock up and down Pember’s crease, wetting it in his slick.

“It was so hot,” Pember breathed. “Oh fuck it was so hot, Blake. I want you to say it again. I want you to never stop saying it.”

Blake’s chest swelled ten sizes at those words, and he found himself grinning as he traced the pad of his thumb around Pember’s hole. “Yeah?”

“Uh-huh,” Pember moaned.

“Even though I’m a grouchy old bastard?”

Pember nodded jerkily, winding his arms around Blake’s neck. “You’re not that old.” Tipping forward, he pressed his forehead to Blake’s chest and looked between his legs. Wetting his lips, he wriggled impatiently. “Are you going to make me wait all day?”

Blake hummed, dragging his nose through Pember’s hair. He slid the head of his cock over Pember’s hole, biting his lip as he watched the slick gathering at his tip. His piercing breached Pember’s entrance, making them both shudder.

“I’m guessing that’s a ‘no’ to lube?” Blake chuckled.

Pember wet his lips. “I-I don’t like the feel of it anyway.”

“What about protection? I have?—”

“No.” Pember cut him off. “I haven’t… I haven’t had sex in over two years, and it was only with one person. We used condoms.”

Blake swallowed, running his hands over Pember’s hips. “I got tested after Rebecca cheated. I haven’t been with anyone since.”

“Please,” Pember groaned, pressing his heels into Blake’s lower back. “Please, I want to feel you. I want your scent on me, inside and out.”

Cupping the back of Pember’s neck, Blake drew their lips together in a long, open-mouthed kiss. Stroking two fingers over Pember’s hole, he wet them in slick before sinking them inside all the way to the knuckles. Pember moaned, back lifting off the bed as Blake cracked him open.

Blake’s balls were so heavy, drawn uncomfortably tight between his legs as his dormant knot began to throb. It was a good fucking job he’d had a rut only days before, otherwise his hips might’ve pistoned forward of their own accord.

“Fuck, Pem,” he purred, sliding his fingers out. “You’re so wet.”

Rocking forward, he held his breath as the tip of his cock slipped into Pember’s entrance. They both groaned.

“Fuck, tell me to be gentle. Tell me to be fucking gentle, Pem.”

Pember moaned, reaching up to grip the top of the mattress. “Be gentle, please be gentle. I feel like… I feel like you’re going to split me in half. Ah!”

The words cooled the fire in Blake’s nervous system, making his balls relax and the inferno in his belly simmer. There was a tight coil of tension in Pember’s lower back, but he held himself open for Blake despite the stretch of his cock.

Blake’s lips parted as he pushed in further, then a little more until Pember lay fully impaled beneath him.

A sheen of sweat coated his brow, and Blake leant down to lick it from his skin.

His body was like hot velvet, pulsing and contracting around Blake’s length, drawing him in. Making him a home.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect, sweetheart,” he panted, capturing Pember’s mouth in a messy kiss. “I want to be perfect for you too.” The words were so quiet they almost got lost in Pember’s mouth.

Pember moaned, pulling back. A dark flush coloured his cheeks and neck, making him look so fucking delicious.

“Idiot,” he whined, brows pulling together. “You are perfect. A perfectly grouchy bastard. A-and I’d really like you to have your way with me now.”

Blake let out a breathy laugh, pushing the grey duvet off the bed so he could see every inch of the omega beneath him.

He pressed down into Pember’s pelvis, letting him feel the full weight inside him.

It drew out another string of breathy moans, and as he started gently rolling his hips, Pember’s head tipped back and he closed his eyes.

“Like that?” Blake murmured, kissing him between his eyebrows.

“Y-yes,” Pember sighed, his belly dipping and tensing every time Blake buried himself. “O-oh, like that. Like that. Your piercing… it’s rubbing on me.”

Grinning, Blake hooked one of Pember’s legs over his shoulder, sliding in deeper until his balls were slapping his arse.

“Ah, ah, ngh,” Pember cried, throwing an arm over his face.

Blake growled, pulling it away and pinning it above his head. He used his other hand to press Pember’s thigh against the bed, holding him open until he was arching his back in time with Blake’s thrusts.

Every time Blake slid out, slick gushed over his balls. Every time he pressed in, Pember’s cock snapped upright. It was the hottest fucking thing he’d ever seen.

“I-I want… I-I want…” Pember panted, lashes fluttering as his eyes almost rolled back.

Blake snarled, pressing down and angling his hips so he was rubbing all over Pember’s prostate. “What do you want, little legs?”

“O-oh. Ah. I want… I really want you to give me the bite. I-I want everyone to know th-that, oh God?—”

Blake swallowed, his hips slowing to an almost stop.

He was breathing hard, they both were, and he could taste the sweat clinging to his upper lip.

He knew Pember spoke the truth. Knew it in the way his pheromones reached out and wrapped around his own, pulling him in.

He knew it from how he clung to him, how his omega wolf called out to his alpha.

Could he survive that again? If he gave Pember the bite, he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to let him go.