Page 3 of Slow Heat

Xan glanced over his shoulder, making his eyes as round as possible, a pretense at the inciting guileless innocence many omegas exuded in the throes of heat. “It hurts. I need you.”

Jason’s cock flared to life at the words, so common among omegas that they were more a cliché than a real seduction, but apparently that was all it took. Nineteen, horny, teased by pretty damn great pornography in the guise of an educational film, and Jason was easier than adding two plus two.

He tweaked his own nipples, gazing down at Xan’s naked form, lithe and beautiful, spread over the bed just like Jason’s own omega’s body would be one day. He needed some faux slick, though. Xan didn’t make it, and to plunge into his hole dry would be painful to them both.

He slammed open his desk drawer and found the oil he kept there. The small bottle was still greasy on the outside from having used it the day before—the last time they’d played this particular game.

“You mine?” he asked, thrusting his voice into a lower register, pleased by the rumble in his growl. He wished he had the bulk to back it up. A glance to the mirror showed his beardless face looked as young as ever, and his naked chest lacked more than a scraggly promise of eventual chest hair.

“Always,” Xan said, arching his back and shoving his ass out.

Jason grinned, dragged Xan fully up onto the bed, and kissed his mouth.

As they made out, he ran oil slick fingers over and into Xan’s hole, getting him slippery, making him pant. An alpha’s prostate wasn’t as large or sensitive as an omega’s, but it still brought pleasure when stroked.

“I want you to come in me,” Xan muttered, his wide lips pressed against Jason’s throat. “Need your seed. Fill me up.”

Jason growled, his balls throbbing. “Shut up. You’ll make me jizz and I’m not even in you yet.”

“Some alpha you’ll be if you can’t even wait until you’re inside your fake omega before coming.”

“Watch it, asshole.”

Xan laughed. “Why? You’ll spurt all over the face of your real one if you don’t get some control. Then what’ll he do? Fuck himself silly on a dildo, crying and begging for you to get hard again? Pathetic.”

“You know rebound isn’t a problem for me.” And it really wouldn’t be a problem with an omega’s pheromones surrounding him. “But if you don’t shut up, I won’t let you come on my dick.”

“Like I care.”

“Like that isn’t your favorite thing about this game.”

Xan grinned. “Get it in me and we’ll see if you can be a good alpha and let your omega come first.”

Jason narrowed his eyes, flipping Xan onto his back easily. Penetration was always delicious. He loved the sensation of it. So much so that he put off actually doing it a little longer in order to imagine the hot, squeezing flesh parting around his alpha cock first.

He was proud of his dick. It was the only fully-grown part of him, as far as he could tell. It was fat and long, and alpha-sized. Jutting out from his body, all thick and meaty, it looked like it belonged on Wilbet Monhundy. Or on Xan’s massive father—a man with even more muscle than money. And the man had a lot of money.

Jason rubbed his giant cock against Xan’s, pleased, as always, that it was half an inch thicker than Xan’s and a three-quarters of an inch longer.

He didn’t have a lot of alpha cocks to compare his own to, especially not hard ones. But over the summer he’d stumbled onto a small pile of old pornography films in the basement of his parents’ summer cottage by the beach. They’d probably been left behind by his cousin Jamil, when he’d spent six weeks at the cottage studying the life of salamanders for his doctoral studies. He’d been without his omega for the first time since they’d met, and likely he’d have been horny as hell all alone like that.

Regardless, Jason had looked at the films every chance he could over the summer, and he’d been thrilled to find his cock was bigger than both the alphas in those movies. He’d be able to reach farther into his omega’s womb and bring him more pleasure, not to mention increase the likelihood of impregnation.

Staring down at Xan’s enraptured face, Jason stroked his cock. “Open up for me, omega.”

Xan shuddered, spread his legs, and stared up at Jason feverishly, quivering as Jason pushed inside. “Fuck, you bastard,” he hissed. “You’re big.”

Though omegas often commented on size as a way to egg their alpha on, Jason knew Xan wasn’t playing. His eyes shaded darker as he strained to accept Jason’s girth, so Jason backed off. He slid out and then pushed against Xan’s slick sphincter, groaning as it, opened around him like a tight, gripping sleeve.

“Fuck,” Xan whispered again. This time his head tilted back, exposing his pale throat and pounding pulse. “So good. You feel so good, Jason.”

Flicking his blond hair off his forehead, Jason grinned smugly down at Xan. “Omega, that’s an alpha cock in your ass. Show me how grateful you are for it.”

Xan shuddered hard. “So grateful.”

“Show me.”

Xan clenched around him and threw his hips up to catch Jason’s thrusts.