Omega's Stepbrother

of his lungs. He’d waited years for this, since that sunny afternoon on the piano bench, when he’d inched his hand along Raph’s thigh, nudging his cock through his pants.
He followed the silky length of Raph’s cock now—from its damp, blunt tip down its ridge, to the base of it. Then Raph’s balls, soft and sensitive and drawn up against his body, demanding to unload into an omega.
“Damn it, Wy,” Raph hissed, rocking into his hand, his cock grinding into Wyatt’s palm. Wyatt leaned back into it, angling his hips up, trying to compensate for their height difference.
Raph shoved him down against the mattress. For a moment, Wyatt flailed, hips in the air, trying to gain his bearings.
Before he could, Raph stepped between his legs, hauled him up by the hips, grinding his covered cock between Wyatt’s cheeks. It was hot, insistent against his body. Wyatt dripped, dragging the leg of his swimming trunks up, tugging when it caught on his damp skin.
Raph helped push the fabric up, until it reached the curve of Wyatt’s ass. Then he slipped his thumb under the trunks, stroking the cleft between Wyatt’s cheeks. Wyatt’s breath snagged.
Raph was touching him. His thumb was rough, more callused than Wyatt had imagined. He slipped it between Wyatt’s cheeks, spreading them. The cool air of the room brushed over Wyatt’s hole, made him so very aware of Raph, of what Raph could push into him.
“You’re so damn wet,” Raph whispered, his thumb grinding against Wyatt’s skin.
“You haven’t seen anything.” Wyatt rolled his hips. Raph groaned. And the next thing Wyatt knew, a puff of damp air rushed right over his hole.
“Gods, Raph.” Wyatt hissed, his hole clenching tight. He wanted Raph inside. He’d dreamed of it. He’d pushed his own fingers into himself, wondering if that was how Raph would fuck him, deep and thorough.
A soft, warm touch landed on his thigh, dragging up. When Wyatt twisted around, all he saw was the top of Raph’s head. Raph was licking up Wyatt’s thigh, his ass, along his crack.
Wyatt’s cock jerked, leaking through his shorts. “Raph,” he gasped, moaning when Raph parted his ass further, his tongue flicking deeper between his cheeks. “Raph—”
And Raph reached into the leg of Wyatt’s shorts, between his thighs, skimming over Wyatt’s balls with his fingertips. They pulled up tight against his body, needing release.
“Very nice,” Raph murmured against his ass. “Gonna be tight for me?”
Raph wanted him. And the ache in Wyatt’s body intensified.
“Find out for yourself,” he gasped, shuddering when Raph’s fingers slid over his cock, all the way to his tip.
“Didn’t realize you have foreskin,” Raph murmured. And Wyatt felt every caress of Raph’s fingertips around his head, playing over his exposed, sensitive tip, dragging his skin down, then up, smearing his precome down his cock. He curled his fingers around Wyatt, pumped him twice, and Wyatt’s hips bucked, shoving his cock into Raph’s hand. “You’re so damn hungry.”
Raph hitched up the leg of Wyatt’s swimming trunks, enough that he could ease Wyatt’s cock out of its confines. Then he released Wyatt, letting him strain helplessly, his tip flushed and glistening.
Wyatt’s face burned. Raph was looking at his cock. His brother, the best friend he’d left behind when he’d fled their home. The man he’d thought about on lonely nights, when memories of his ex had threatened to drown him in misery.
Raph traced his fingertip down Wyatt’s cock, a feather-light touch that set his nerves ablaze. Wyatt arched. Raph nudged his knees open, caught Wyatt’s cock, and angled it down. He pressed his face between Wyatt’s thighs, licked up his balls, wet and soft. Wyatt jerked, his hole neglected, his cock too hard. Raph’s touching me.
“Raph—fuck me already,” he whispered. His face scorched. He shouldn’t be saying this. But Raph licked down the length of Wyatt’s cock, his tongue swirling around Wyatt’s tip. He slid his tongue beneath Wyatt’s foreskin, sending a jolt through his body. “Raph!”
“Quiet,” Raph whispered, his lips moist on Wyatt’s skin. Then he took Wyatt into his mouth, and Wyatt almost came right there, down his throat.
“I can’t—” Wyatt pressed his face into the soft sheets, his limbs trembling, his fingers scraping over fine cotton. Raph was really touching him. Raph’s mouth felt like heaven, and Wyatt wanted this to last forever. Wanted Raph to pin him down, shove his cock in, ride him to release.
Raph sucked on him, pulling a whimper from Wyatt’s throat. Wyatt shoved his fist against his mouth, trying to keep silent. But it was difficult, when Raph took his cock in deep, kneading Wyatt’s ass, spreading him open. He was looking at Wyatt’s most intimate places.
Raph slid his fingertip against Wyatt’s hole. Wyatt cried out, relaxing for him, trying to hold on to something, anything.
With deft fingers, Raph caught Wyatt’s waistband, sliding his swimming trunks off his hips, down his thighs. Wyatt’s cock jerked up, finally free, its tip gleaming damply.
Raph slipped the wet shorts off Wyatt’s legs—first one knee, then the other. Then they fell onto the floor with a heavy thud, and Wyatt was naked, vulnerable. Especially when Raph turned him onto his side, holding his knees open.
“Wanted to see you,” Raph said, his voice rasping, his lips glistening with Wyatt’s precome. He licked it off, rolling it through his mouth. Tasting Wyatt.
Wyatt’s cock throbbed, his face burning. His mind said they should stop this insanity. Except Raph’s cock was thick and red, and he was stroking it, his eyes dark with hunger. He wanted it inside Wyatt. Wanted to fill Wyatt up with it.
Wyatt’s body ached, his heat demanding more.
Maybe this was fine. Maybe one night wouldn’t be so bad, if they both kept it a secret. If they never saw each other again.
Wyatt angled his cock down, so it pointed at Raph. Raph’s pupils dilated. He climbed onto the bed and leaned in close, brushing his lips over Wyatt’s shoulder, down his chest, his stubble scraping against Wyatt’s ribs. He took Wyatt’s nipple into his mouth, sucked