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Pember chuckled, bending down to pull out both boxes and giving Blake a fantastic view of his arse.

“That’s what happens when you work in Child Protection, I guess.

” Pember sighed, glancing at Chester’s cage with a playful smirk.

They’d met the previous night, and Chester had decided to wriggle up Pember’s sleeve almost immediately.

As they sat down to eat, Blake couldn’t help but admire how delicate Pember’s jawline looked when he chewed. The movement of his lips, the bobbing of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed.

How the scent gland on his neck was still pink and swollen and unbitten.

But, as his eyes trailed up Pember’s face, he realised the omega’s eyebrows were pulling tighter and tighter together.

“You’re worried,” Blake said, dropping his spoon into the bowl.

Pember looked up. “Yeah. Yeah, I am.”

Blake sighed, stretching his arms over his head. “Don’t be. Caitlin assured me we aren’t walking into anything unpleasant.”

“It’s not that,” Pember said, licking the milk off his lips. “They closed my lab. What am I going to do? I feel like they don’t trust me.”

Blake waved the comment away. “It’s not that. They’ve actually done the right thing for once. Having Falkington continuity check everything will stop you and the others being brought under suspicion.”

“Oh my God,” Pember said, dropping his spoon onto the table. “Do you think they’re going to find an issue with my work? What if they… Oh God, what if they suspend me? O-or sack me? We need to go, Blake. Let’s get in and?—”

“No.”

Pember stiffened. “No?”

Blake smiled broadly. “I said no .”

“What do you mean, no ?”

Glancing at the clock by the back door, Blake hummed. It was only seven. “I said we’re going in for normal office hours. I’ve given the police enough of my time over the last decade. I refuse to give them any more.”

“Yeah, but this is serious! People are dead. The inspector will?—”

“The victims aren’t getting any deader, and the inspector can wait. Since we met we’ve had to steal moments here and there when the job permitted. I’m sorry, Pem, but I refuse to go on like that. I want you to myself this morning.”

Pember’s fingers fidgeted in the fabric of his T-shirt, a pink blush creeping up his neck. Although partially blocked by the table, Blake could see him pressing his palm against his groin.

Blake stared at him, tapping a foot against the table leg and pushing his chair back. He slowly opened his own legs, revealing the stiffening erection inside his boxers.

“Come here,” he said, low and slow.

Pember’s nostrils flared. Blake expected him to get up, but instead he slipped off the chair and crawled under the table. He appeared between Blake’s knees, his dark hair falling into his face. Blake smirked and pushed his fingers through it.

“Who’s on their hands and knees now, sweetheart?”

Pember swallowed, eyes darting over the growing bulge in his underwear. Starting at his ankles, he ran his fingers up Blake’s calves, hooking both hands behind his knees and pulling.

Blake’s hips tipped forward, making him slouch in the chair. Without another word, Pember pressed his lips to his cock, mouthing at the fabric of his boxers and making it wet. With a string of quiet sighs, he licked and kissed all over his length, making Blake tip his head back.

“Suck,” he said, calves twitching as he gripped the back of Pember’s head.

Pember moaned, kissing his belly as he drew his cock out.

“You’re so hard,” Pember whispered, eyes fluttering shut as he peppered kisses over Blake’s dormant knot. He looked so fucking cute with a cock pressed against his cheek.

“Only for you,” he whispered back.

Pember kept his eyes closed, kissing a line up Blake’s shaft, tongue darting out to flick the piercing.

Pleasure rippled through Blake’s legs, even more so when Pember painted his lips with his pre-come.

Cracking open his eyes, he looked up at Blake and parted his lips.

Blake stroked the nape of his neck with his knuckles, thumb slowly tracing the curve of his ear as he sucked him into his mouth.

Blake’s toes curled, and he rested a foot against the tabletop so he could draw Pember in closer. “That’s it,” he breathed, as Pember slid his mouth all the way to his balls. “You’re taking me so well, baby.”

For the second time that morning, he was enveloped in Pember’s heat, his chin and lips growing shiny with saliva. He sucked and licked Blake’s cock in a torturously slow rhythm, which he realised was on purpose when Pember looked up at him with teasing eyes.

A smirk tugged at the corners of Blake’s lips. “Touch yourself,” he said, gripping Pember’s neck tighter.

Pember groaned, the sound vibrating through Blake’s cock and making him grip the arm of the chair.

When he looked down again, Pember was stroking himself through the T-shirt, a damp patch already appearing on the fabric.

Moaning loudly, Pember tipped forward on his knees and pressed his forehead to Blake’s belly.

Squeezing his thighs together, he mouthed at the tip of Blake’s cock, struggling to concentrate on two things at once.

Blake hummed softly, cupping Pember’s cheek and lifting his chin. When he flicked the piercing with his tongue again, a dribble of pre-come dripped onto his lips. Blake grinned, swiping his thumb through it and pushing it into Pember’s mouth.

Seeing his come on Pember’s tongue made a switch flick in his brain. Grabbing his upper arms, he hauled Pember to his feet and pushed him back against the table. The cereal bowls went flying, clattering to the floor as milk sloshed everywhere.

Pember yelped, but quickly recovered as he drew Blake between his legs and pressed his cock against his hole.

“A-again,” he panted, reaching back to grip the lip of the table.

Blake didn’t hesitate, only pushed Pember’s knees back and penetrated his wet hole for a second time.

The room was alight, and everything seemed sharper, more focused as Blake braced his hands on the table and drove into the omega over and over again.

Pember cried out, his legs shaking as Blake drew them over his shoulders, pinning his thighs against his chest and fucking him with his legs in the air.

The table groaned, the wooden legs rocking and cracking.

The spilled milk was soaking into Pember’s T-shirt, so Blake shoved it up to his chin and lifted his hips off the table.

The angle made Pember arch his back, his stomach pulling taut.

He had a line of muscle that ran up the middle of his abdomen, intersected by his navel.

It was so fucking sensual, and Blake bent forward to run his tongue along it.

He wanted to fill that belly. Wanted to glut Pember with his seed until he could taste it on the back of his tongue.

He’d look so fucking good carrying my baby. His little stomach would pop out and his nipples would grow dark and ? —

Blake’s eyebrows pulled together as he tried to push those thoughts out of his head.

Pember’s breaths grew ragged, so Blake pulled out and flipped him over. They both shuddered as he sank into him from behind, slow and deep, making Pember feel every inch of his length.

Pember pushed up on the balls of his feet, making his legs tense and twitch. Pressing his cheek to the tabletop, he reached behind to grab Blake’s hand and guided it into his lower back. Blake obliged, massaging the heel of his palm into his spine and lifting his hips.

“B-Blake, Blake!” he cried, and Blake realised that he was becoming addicted to hearing the omega say his name like that—cracked around pleasure. With a final snarl, Blake smashed a hand onto the table and savagely bit Pember between his shoulder blades.

“Ah!” Pember cried, semen splashing between his legs and onto the tiled floor.

They stood there, awkwardly hunched over the table with Blake feeling like Vlad the fucking Impaler as Pember twitched and moaned on the end of his cock.

“I-I can’t, Blake!” he cried. “I-it’s too much, I’m too full!”

And that was music to Blake’s fucking ears. Unclamping his teeth from Pember’s back, he slid forward and pressed his mouth to the shell of his ear.

“I’ve a mind to make you wear a plug,” he growled. “So you can feel me inside you all fucking day.”

Pember let out an exasperated cry. “N-not a chance!” He shifted his hips forward to release some of the pressure around his hole. “I’m not that kinky.”

Smirking, Blake slapped his arse and unpeeled him from the table. Bits of cereal fell from his face and chest. “Not yet,” he said. “But I have a feeling you will be.”

Pember giggled. “This is so unsanitary,” he said, pulling the damp T-shirt away from his skin. “I have Coco Pops stuck to my dick, milk in my hair and a cock in my arse.”

Blake chuckled, pulling him upright. “It’s a good look on you. Although I don’t think the table is going to hold up much longer.” He gave it a little jostle, just to test its stability. It was not stable.

Pember tipped his head back and kissed Blake over his shoulder. “You know, you’re pretty virile for a grouchy old man.”

Blake bit his lip before tilting him back over the table. Slowly, he pulled out, watching how Pember’s hole twitched and spasmed around him. With a final pop he withdrew, grinning at how much of his seed dribbled down Pember’s tight thighs.

“Christ, you’re a pervert,” Pember huffed. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to sit down for the rest of the day.”

Blake shrugged, rubbing his back. “Sitting down is overrated.” With a sigh, he glanced back at the clock. “As much as I hate to admit it, we should probably head in.”

Pember turned, wrapping his arms around Blake’s neck. “Are you sure we’ve got nothing to worry about?”

Blake sucked in a breath. “Whatever it is, we’ll face it together.”

With that, he peeled off Pember’s T-shirt and threw it towards the washing machine.