Omega Teacher’s Secret

“Turn out the lights. At least, if you’re staying for a while.”
Brad mouthed along Ian’s ring finger. He took that past his lips, and slid his tongue all around it. “I can have you tonight?”
Ian groaned. “Anything you want. I didn’t get you a gift, so…”
Brad smiled, hungry. “If I’m taking what I want, you’re gonna scream.”
Ian’s teeth sank into his lip. “I need to stay quiet.”
“Then you’re gonna have to try hard,” Brad whispered, cupping Ian’s balls through his pants. He stroked them, squeezed the delicate sac. Ian opened his legs, his mouth falling open.
He was so responsive, so hungry, that it was difficult to believe Brad hadn’t returned to him earlier.
Except Ian was his now, his for tonight, and Brad wanted to taste every inch of him.

7
Brad
Brad shoved Ian against the wall, bolted the front door. Locked it to be sure, and then shut off the lights.
In the inky darkness of the living room, all he felt was Ian’s straining body against his, his racing heart beneath Brad’s palm, his cock a hard line through his pants.
“Brad—”
“Tell me where you want me,” Brad whispered. He squeezed Ian’s cock, and Ian bucked at him, his breathing uneven.
“Everywhere.”
So Brad leaned in and kissed him hard. Slid into Ian’s mouth, tasting dinner and apple juice. Breathed in musk, honey, and rose. Ian smelled like omega, like his.
“Just for tonight, you’re mine,” Brad whispered.
He dragged his wrist down Ian’s jaw, leaving a trace of walnut on his skin. Then he brushed his wrist down Ian’s throat, across his shoulders, down his arms. Tugged Ian’s shirt out of his pants, flattening his palms across Ian’s belly. There was a bump there from him bearing Gwen, but Brad didn’t mind.
Ian was his. More so when Brad dragged his wrists up Ian’s back, down his hips. He slid his thumbs into Ian’s waistband, shoved his pants down so Ian gasped. Then Ian’s waistband lodged against his cock, trapped.
Brad grabbed its thick length through the material, squeezing hard enough that Ian cried out, his voice muffled against Brad’s lips.
Brad slid into his mouth. Out, then in again, in a way that made Ian groan. Ian’s breath rasped hot on Brad’s cheek; his nails dug into Brad’s hips, and he was yanking Brad’s shirt up, splaying his warm hands across Brad’s abs, caressing them like he couldn’t get enough.
Brad caught Ian’s hand. Pushed it down between his legs, like the last time. “Remember this?”
Ian tightened his fingers around Brad’s cock. “Fuck.”
Brad would fuck him, all right. “Where do you want it?”
Ian huffed a breathless laugh. “You have to ask?”
“Tell me.”
A soft whine slipped from Ian’s lips. He reached further down, his fingers hot around Brad’s sac. Then he squeezed them through Brad’s pants, and pleasure raced up Brad’s spine.
“Fuck,” Brad hissed.
Ian purred. He released Brad, pushing his fingers past Brad’s waistband until it was far too tight in Brad’s pants. Brad’s cock jerked.
It felt exquisite, Ian’s touch on him. Brad held Ian’s hand through his pants, grinding up against his palm. Ian gasped.
“Where do you want me to fuck you?” Brad whispered.
Ian groaned, his fingers sliding hungrily down Brad’s cock. “My ass.”
Brad grew harder, just from Ian’s sheer need.
A noise came from the bedroom, the faint sound of a closet door closing. Brad paused.
He wasn’t sure what it would look like, if Ian’s daughter stepped out of the bedroom. Probably awkward, finding her dad’s hand down some guy’s pants. Worse, Brad sucking off her dad. Brad fucking Ian senseless.
“C’mon, let’s move over here,” Brad murmured, hitching Ian up against himself.
Ian yelped. It was an awkward position, his hand still stuck down Brad’s pants, his ass firm against Brad’s palms. Brad gave him a squeeze. Fumbled around, moving slowly through the living room, avoiding where he remembered the couch to be.
Then he set Ian against the wall on the far side of the couch, and reached for Ian’s belt. Yanked it open so Ian moaned, his musk filling Brad’s nose.
Gods, he’d never tasted Ian’s cock before. He’d dreamed about it, jerked off to it for years.
Brad kissed Ian on the lips, deep, nudging his mouth open so he could claim every bit of his omega. Then he unbuttoned Ian’s shirt, pushed it so it hung off his shoulders, and kissed down Ian’s throat, licking his delicate collarbones.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” Ian breathed, pulling hard on Brad’s hair when Brad took his nipple into his mouth. “Brad—”
“Like it?” Brad bit lightly on his nipple. Licked it, sucked on it so it pebbled against his tongue. He did this for both Ian’s nipples, until Ian writhed, his hips rolling.
Twice they’d done this, and Ian wasn’t any less hungry than before.
Brad kissed back up to his mouth, unzipping Ian’s fly. Ian’s cock pushed against his briefs, jerking when Brad ran his fingers down its length.
“Seems like you’re starving every time I kiss you,” Brad whispered, squeezing Ian’s tip.
Ian moaned into his mouth. He dragged his nails down Brad’s arms, tugging Brad closer by the hips. “Maybe I am.”
“I don’t want you to starve.”
Brad rubbed the damp patch of fabric at Ian’s tip. Slipped his fingers past Ian’s waistband, finding the thick, hungry length of his cock. It was silky against his fingertips, fine veins crossing his skin, and Brad wanted to taste it, wanted to learn every inch of Ian’s body with his tongue.
Ian whimpered, shoving his cock against Brad’s fingers.
Fuck, he was hot when he was desperate like this.
Brad growled, pinning Ian to the wall. He kissed Ian again, swallowed his breath. Then he licked down Ian’s chest, bit lightly on his nipples, and kissed down Ian’s belly, where there was a baby growing.
Brad wasn’t sure how he was going to deal with that baby. But if it were his own… He pressed a kiss to Ian’s belly, then nuzzled further south.
Ian sucked in a sharp breath when Brad paused at his briefs, nuzzling his cock through the thin cotton. It smelled musky. Brad swallowed. Wanted to