He reached up and pulled Jun down into a kiss that was anything but innocent.
For as shy as Miles had made himself out to be, he knew what he wanted in the bedroom, and he wasn’t afraid to ask for it. He kissed Jun fiercely, establishing an intensity that surprised Jun so much, he initially struggled to match it. He knew what heat did to omegas—how it drove them insane with lust—but this was something else. It was almost as if Miles wasn’t using a suppressant, but that wasn’t possible. If that was the case, Jun would be right there with him, so drunk off Miles’s pheromones that he wouldn’t be able to control himself.
Which, speaking of…
“Are you on birth control?” he asked breathlessly through the kiss. Miles was so greedy for his lips that he barely broke from them even when Jun was trying to talk. “I have condoms, but…”
“I am.” Miles curled his fingers in Jun’s hair and kissed him hard. “No condoms.”
“Miles…”
“No condoms,” Miles insisted, peppering the corner of Jun’s mouth with kisses. “I swear I’m on birth control, and I don’t have any STDs. You don’t have to worry. I just… wanna feel you. Wanna feel it when you come inside.”
Jun’s cock throbbed. He wanted to—fuck, did he want to—but he couldn’t go through with such an irresponsible thing. He didn’t think Miles was lying about his status, but accidents happened. There was no such thing as perfect birth control. Even ninety-nine percent effectiveness meant one in a hundred people would accidentally get pregnant in any given year, but properly using a condom in addition to hormonal birth control would lower the chances to near impossibility.
Still, the thought of coming in Miles…
Of knotting him…
Of feeling his own cum adding to Miles’s slick, making him even wetter…
Jun groaned and reached between their bodies, undoing his fly. His cock was rock hard and so ready to find its place between Miles’s legs that it bulged crudely through the unzipped opening, having pulled forward enough that the elastic waistline of his briefs had lifted away from his stomach. A dark wet patch had formed on the front panel where his cockhead pressed against the fabric, steadily growing as it kept leaking precum.
“Fuck.” Jun broke from Miles to shimmy out of his jeans, stopping to grab a condom from his back pocket before he kicked them to the floor. He’d never been so hard before, never so desperate and eager. The urge to take Miles raw—to feel the heat of his skin and know the softness of his body without a barrierbetween them—swelled in him like a blister, hot and unwanted, uncontrollable, and with consequences should he give in to temptation.
Knowing he might change his mind if he didn’t take action soon, he tugged off his briefs and rolled the condom down his shaft. He expected a protest from Miles, but Miles was silent. He lay frozen on the bed amongst his collection of soft blankets, eyes wide, staring in awe at Jun’s cock.
Jun didn’t think he was huge, but the way Miles was gawking at him was one hell of an ego boost.
Putting on his best flirtatious smirk, he nodded his chin in Miles’s direction. “Pants?”
Miles remained frozen for a delayed moment, then sprang into action. He twisted and wriggled and—after an adorably awkward struggle—kicked his pants to the floor. All that was keeping him from nudity now was a pair of black briefs that fit him so snugly, it looked like they’d been painted on. Miles hooked his thumbs beneath them to pull them off, but the sight of them stirred something in Jun.
“No,” he commanded, his voice deeper and more authoritative than even he was used to. “Those are for me.”
Miles’s hands flew away from his briefs as though he’d been burned, and he looked up at Jun with wide, startled eyes.
Miles really was innocent.
It might not have been the first time he’d shared his bed with someone—Jun hadn’t thought to ask—but that didn’t matter. At his core, he was a sweet and docile soul who needed to be protected. Praised. Cherished. Spoiled.
Jun could do that for him.
He could do all that and more.
Without a word of explanation, he crawled up onto the bed and sank down over Miles, dragging his teeth painlessly from Miles’s navel to the waistline of his briefs, which he snagged and started to pull off. Miles clapped his hands over his mouth and squeaked, but his embarrassment didn’t distract Jun from the task at hand—clenching the elastic of Miles’s briefs between his teeth, he cleared the apex of Miles’s cock and sank lower.
And lower.
When he could pull no further, he gave a little tug, and Miles obediently lifted his hips.
Freed from their pinned position beneath Miles’s body, his briefs glided the rest of the way off. Jun left them dangling from one of his ankles, then rose up and looked Miles in the eyes.
“Last chance to call this off,” he warned. “If you’ve changed your mind about me, you need to let me know now.”
Miles shook his head and dipped his foot, letting his briefs tumble off the edge of the bed and onto the floor. “I want you,” he said with certainty. “Come back here and fuck me.”
And really, who was Jun to deny him that?
