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Another Heat for Queenie
The first thing Quentin saw when he opened his eyes, was light. And color.
Reds and blues and purples filled his vision. He scrubbed his eyes and really looked at his pillow, only to find a row of his silicone toys right next to his face. More colors caught his eyes, though. Pinks and yellows were tucked under his pillow. Grays and whites further down the bed. When he lifted his head, he found what seemed to be his entire toy collection surrounding him—cocks and tentacles and strangely-shaped toys, all neatly laid out in a giant circle, with some space for Hunter next to him.
Quentin squawked, shoving himself upright. “Hunter! Did Xav get into those boxes?”
Where was Xav, anyway?
Hunter took a while to appear. When he did, it was with four-year-old Xav in his arms, and a wide grin on his face. “Morning, Queenie.”
“Toys!” Xav said, both his arms outstretched.
Quentin pulled his pillow over his face. It was too early for any of this. “I’m not awake yet.”
“I could let Xav help wake you up.”
“No! Not with all these…” With a groan, Quentin dragged himself out of bed, his knees brushing a couple of firm, ridged tentacles. “Were you the one who pulled every single toy out?”
“What if I said no?” Hunter wriggled his eyebrows, leaning in for a kiss when Quentin shut their bedroom door.
Quentin returned the kiss, rolling his eyes. “You were definitely the culprit.”
“I want toys,” Xav said disappointedly.
“I think Gran has some new toys for you, hon,” Quentin said. “Presents! You’re going to spend the weekend with them—doesn’t that sound like fun?”
Xav cheered up. “Presents for me!”
“I can only hope they keep him occupied,” Quentin said dryly. “Enough to ignore the sounds, anyway.”
“What sounds?” Xav asked. “Fun sounds?”
Hunter laughed. “Sounds of Papa feeding Daddy some cucumbers. He’s going to be so full of cucumbers when you get home.”
“Ew,” Xav said.
“Not for the reasons you might think.” Quentin huffed. “The way you talk about cukes, Hunter, it’s like you own stocks in them or something.”
“Cooks?” Xav tilted his head, looking so curious that Quentin’s heart melted, all over again. “What’s coocoos?”
“Cukes are short for cucumbers,” Quentin said. “Like how the TV is short for television. So sometimes we say cucumbers, and sometimes we say cukes.”
Xav nodded, running off when Hunter set him on his feet.
“I’m glad he didn’t accidentally make the transition to ‘cocks’,” Hunter said wryly.
“Because that’s something you would do.” Quentin grinned when his husband caught him around the waist and pinned him up against the wall.
“I would turn everything into cocks just for you,” Hunter growled in his ear. “Feed them to you one by one, until you’re full to bursting.”
Quentin shivered. “You smelled it?”
“Yeah. Your heat’s definitely landing today.” Hunter kissed him deeply, working his tongue into Quentin’s mouth like how he’d work his cock inside. He kissed Quentin until they were both breathless, before pulling away, his eyes dark. “I’m not even in the mood for breakfast, babe. All I want is you.”
Quentin smacked his chest lightly, laughing. “The way you talk, you’d think you were the one going into heat.”
“I’ll be going into a rut, anyway, so it’s the same thing.” Hunter nipped at his earlobe. “But I’ll have to eat. So I can fuck you nonstop.”
“I would need to rest, even if you don’t.”
“I’d pleasure you in your sleep.” Hunter wriggled his eyebrows.
“Sure. Go crazy.” Quentin grinned when Hunter called Xav back, and the three of them made their way next door.
“There, he’s all yours for the weekend,” Hunter said when Ma-lisse lifted a squealing Xav into the air.
“Aren’t you staying for breakfast?” Mom asked.
Hunter grabbed a plate and shoveled some eggs and toast into his mouth. Quentin dipped his toast into his coffee—if everything went as they’d planned, he wouldn’t get to have caffeinated drinks fairly soon.
“I’m planning to feed Queenie some vegetables,” Hunter said.
Xav made a face. “Ew, veggies!”
“Hey, veggies are good for you,” Mom told him.
“I’m feeding Queenie the ones he likes.” Hunter waggled a finger. “See, your daddy eats all the veggies I give him. Just swallows the entire thing. Doesn’t even complain.”
Quentin choked on his coffee. “H-Hunter!” he spluttered. There were people listening.
“You liked the carrot,” Hunter said mildly. “And the eggplant, and the corn—”
Ma-lisse rolled her eyes. “And that’s how we know it’s time for you both to go. Out! Shoo! Get your vegetable fix in your own house. Is two days enough? You usually take the week off.”
“Probably. It should end pretty quick. We hope, anyway.”
Both Mom and Ma-lisse raised their eyebrows. Quentin flushed and shoved at Hunter. “You didn’t have to be that obvious,” he hissed.
“Well, good luck,” Mom said.
Quentin went along when Hunter swept him back outside. The moment they locked the front door, Hunter pressed Quentin up against the wall, and ground their hips together. “I’m gonna open you up real nice, Queenie. Get this heat started.”
Quentin shivered. He’d barely noticed it himself—heats began slow and barely there, a gradual build up of musk and need that was easily missed, until it suddenly wasn’t. “You said you were going to dress up.”
Hunter grinned and cupped Quentin’s ass. “I am. But I’m going to check again before we ditch the condoms, babe. You’re sure you want to try for a baby.”
He slipped his thumb down, rubbing Quentin’s hip where the scars were.
Ever since that last time, Quentin hadn’t hurt himself anymore—because he’d been more careful moving around, and because he hadn’t had any more near-misses that might’ve cost him Xav. But now that they were going through this process again… One out of seven wasn’t a great track record. Quentin could still lose the next fetus.
“Whatever happens, it’s not your fault,” Hunter murmured, kissing his temple. “We’ll put those rules back in place. Do you remember what they were?”
Quentin exhaled deeply. “I call you if I ever feel bad. No exceptions.”
“And if I don’t answer?”
“I’ll call Finn, or Kieran, or the others.”
“And if they don’t answer?”
“I’ll call Mom or Ma-lisse. I’ll—I’ll hold off on grabbing a pencil. Until you get here.” Quentin wasn’t sure how things would play out if that scenario happened again, but he would try his best to keep those promises.
Hunter seemed satisfied, rubbing Quentin’s back with slow, long strokes. Then he cupped Quentin’s face and kissed him softly on the lips. “Best decision I ever made, marrying you.”
Quentin’s chest tightened.
“Not that it was an actual decision, since it’s the only option I want to live with.” Hunter grinned and pushed his tongue back into Quentin’s mouth. He didn’t linger, though; instead, he swept Quentin off his feet, carrying him upstairs.
“Hunter!”
“I have plans to court you,” Hunter said. “Or however you want to call this. Convincing you to give me your heat?”
Quentin laughed, pushing aside their worries. “You don’t have to convince me.”
“Well, that’s not the right word.” Hunter hummed. “Guess I should just feed you some cukes.”
“Oh, gods.” Quentin thumped Hunter’s shoulder. “I can’t believe you said that in front of them! About the vegetables!”
“I wasn’t lying. You took every single carrot and cuke and eggplant I put in your hole, Queenie. Even the big daikon radishes.” Hunter threw Quentin onto the middle of the toy-covered bed, climbing onto the mattress with him. Then he began to yank Quentin’s clothes off with quick, decisive tugs. “You won’t be wearing anything this weekend. I want easy access to your hole.”
Heat squirmed through Quentin’s body. “Mm. Fuck. You didn’t have to say it like that.”
Hunter smirked. “Yeah? But it got you wet.”
He tugged off Quentin’s panties and shoved his thighs up to either side, completely exposing Quentin’s entrance. Like Hunter had predicted, he was damp.
“Show-off,” Quentin muttered.
Hunter’s smile only grew. He dropped Quentin’s clothes off the side of the bed and leaned in, so there was no way Quentin could close his legs. Then he closed his mouth over Quentin’s pulse point and sucked, and Quentin’s heat surged through his body, blooming low in his gut.
“Hunter,” he choked.
“Mine,” Hunter growled, grinding his covered bulge against Quentin’s cock so the coarse fabric dragged down Quentin’s bare skin. Quentin hissed and squirmed; Hunter did it again—and again, his teeth grazing Quentin’s neck, his heavy bulge encouraging Quentin’s cock to grow full. “I’m gonna pin you open and fill your hole all day, Queenie. I’m gonna pump you full of come, and then I’ll fuck you with my knot. Until you scream and beg me to stop.”
Quentin gritted his teeth, each of Hunter’s promises sending more desire through his bones. His teeth ached with need, his ass began to produce slick in earnest. Getting him ready for all of Hunter’s rough entries.
“You smell like you’re getting real needy.” Hunter grinned and bit down on Quentin’s scent gland—lightly, so pleasure jolted through his body. “I’m gonna work you over. Massage your sweet ass. You’re gonna need a plug, I think, ‘cuz you’re just gonna gape every time I pull out.”
“Gods, you’re filthy,” Quentin moaned, but his legs spread wider of their own accord.
“That’s it. You’re perfect for me.” Hunter squeezed himself through his pants. He picked up one of Quentin’s toys—a straight, smooth thing just two fingers wide, and pushed it into Quentin without warning. “Keep it there for me.”
Quentin sighed, squeezing around the cool, solid weight. “That’s not big enough.”
Hunter barked a laugh. “Yeah? What about this one?”
He plucked out the first toy with a soft ‘pop’ and grabbed another—roughly the same size, thrusting it unceremoniously into Quentin’s body. This toy stroked over Quentin’s insides and pushed against his prostate, forcing a gasp from his lips.
“Better,” Quentin moaned, lifting his ass, spreading his legs wider. Hunter groaned and yanked out the second toy—it, too, was covered in slick. The third toy had a bulbous tip and prominent bumps down its length, closer to Hunter’s size. Hunter spat on its tip, then pushed it forcefully against Quentin’s hole, until Quentin opened and it stretched out his insides in a slow, solid thrust. “Ohh. Gods. That’s good.”
“Yeah?” Hunter didn’t let Quentin’s body adjust. He gave Quentin a couple of deep pumps with that toy, its bumps massaging Quentin’s inner walls. Then he pulled it out, and ran the narrow tip of a tentacle dildo around Quentin’s hole.
Quentin groaned. “Are you going to torment me with every single toy?”
“Yes.” Hunter grinned. “Or maybe half of them, if I’m feeling generous.”
There had to be a hundred toys on their bed. Quentin yanked on the sheets, pulling his legs up higher to show Hunter his hole. “I don’t want to wait. Fuck me already.”
“But you’re not squirming yet.” Hunter leaned in, taking one of Quentin’s nipples into his mouth. Then he sucked on it slow and gentle, until he gave a sudden sharp tug. Quentin’s hips flew up.
“Hunter!”
“That’s it. I think I want you on all fours.” Hunter flipped Quentin over easily, pushing his legs apart. “All open and ready for my cock, Queenie. You look so perfect.”
Quentin groaned, shoving his face against the pillows. Hunter had looked between his legs countless times, but whenever Quentin was in heat, that attention felt ten times as sinful. Especially when Hunter leaned in and blew lightly on Quentin’s hole, his lips so close that Quentin clutched at the sheets. “Damn it, Hunter.”
“Beg.”
“Please fuck me.” No hesitation.
Hunter huffed, his calluses grazing Quentin’s hole. “Fuck you with what?”
“Your cock.” Quentin relaxed his entrance—Hunter swore and pushed his fingers inside, swirling them around, stretching Quentin open. Quentin groaned at his probing touch. Then Hunter crammed his fingers against Quentin’s prostate, and Quentin’s spine arched.
“I’ll dress up all nice for you,” Hunter whispered breathlessly. “Watch me.”
He got off the bed and stripped completely, his biceps bunching, his abs flexing. His cock was already hard, thick, with a smear of precome at its tip. Quentin almost got off the bed and rubbed his ass all over his alpha’s cock, except Hunter pulled on a snug pair of black pants that hugged his thighs. No underwear.
“Gods, just fuck me already.” Quentin bit his lip when Hunter pulled on a fitted shirt—the buttons barely closed over his broad pecs. Hell, the sleeves were threatening to rip, more so when he tugged up the open flaps of his pants to frame his cock and balls.
Hunter pushed his cock flush against his body, trying to work the fly closed. “Can’t make it fit,” he muttered. “Looks like I’m too big, Queenie. I’m gonna rip the pants with my cock.”
Quentin bit down on the fleshy part of his palm, leaking so fervently that he couldn’t speak. Hunter met his gaze; a slow, knowing smile crept onto his lips. He managed to squeeze his cock into his pants eventually, except the stark bulge made Quentin squirm even more. It would feel so good plundering his hole.
“Stop flaunting it and put it to some use,” Quentin muttered, pressing his chest to the mattress so his hips were the only thing left in the air. “Inside.”
Hunter raked his gaze down Quentin’s body, stroking himself. Then he sniffed at Quentin and wheezed, doubling over. “Fuck,” he hissed, gripping his cock, his entire body going stiff. “Fuck, I’m—I’m always surprised when—when this happens.”
He’d gone into a rut. Hunter had described it as a sharp yank behind his stomach, and so much lust that his cock hurt with all the pressure. Quentin’s body grew hotter in anticipation; he waited for Hunter to catch his breath, Hunter’s pupils blown, his chest heaving.
Quentin’s patience ran out. He grasped his cheeks and spread them to show Hunter his leaking hole.
Hunter was behind him in seconds, ripping his pants open so hard that fabric tore. His cock slapped heavily against Quentin’s cheek. Then he shoved his blunt tip between Quentin’s cheeks, right against his hole, and pushed it easily inside.
The first touch always felt like a kiss. Then Hunter slammed the rest of his cock in, inches and inches of thickness blowing Quentin wide open, until their hips met and Hunter forced him flat down against the bed.
Quentin screamed, trying to adjust to that thickness.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Hunter groaned, pinning Quentin down by the shoulders. Then he began to ride Quentin hard, pulling out halfway, shoving his cock all the way back so Quentin bounced against the bed, his neglected cock rubbing against the soft sheets.
“You’re not fucking hard enough,” Quentin gasped, his eyes rolling back.
“What about this?” Hunter gave such a vicious thrust that precome squirted out of Quentin.
“It f-feels weak,” Quentin panted. “I th-think you c-can do better.”
Hunter growled—maybe he’d caught on. He brought his palm down on Quentin’s ass in a sharp slap, sending a jolt straight to Quentin’s cock. “Say that again, Queenie.”
“I think you—you need to take some lessons. In fucking,” Quentin groaned, gripping the sheets when Hunter slapped his ass again, pain and pleasure twisting up his spine.
“Are you saying I can’t make you come?” Hunter asked, his voice dangerously low, his grip so tight that he’d leave bruises on Quentin’s hips.
Quentin loved it. “You can’t. You’re fucking me like limp-dicked—”
Hunter growled and drew back, giving himself space to land a full slap across Quentin’s ass. This time, the sensation blazed into Quentin’s cock, turning him achingly hard. Hunter spanked Quentin again and again, until his ass throbbed and he panted, helplessly squeezing around his alpha’s cock.
Hunter groaned. “Are you trying to make me angry, or make me come?”
“You’re supposed to be angry,” Quentin panted over his shoulder. “Move that cock!”
Hunter’s eyes flashed; he gave a feral smile. Then he pinned Quentin with his entire body and began a ruthless rhythm, shoving so deep that Quentin bucked and thrashed, more and more precome squirting out of his cock.
They were supposed to take this slow. Instead, Hunter fucked so sinfully against Quentin’s prostate that Quentin cried out, riding the edge.
“Come,” Hunter snarled, slapping their hips together, his cock so demanding that Quentin came hard, pleasure razing up his spine.
Hunter fucked him through that release. Quentin could barely think—all he knew was bliss, and his alpha taking his pleasure deep inside him, his body completely stretched.
Hunter panted a laugh into his ear. “I fuck you like a limp-dicked jerk, huh?”
And he pressed his chest heavily against Quentin’s back, plowing into him like a beast, so violently that Quentin scrabbled against the sheets and tried to breathe, almost coming again.
“H-Hunter,” he whimpered.
Hunter didn’t even stop with the pounding. He closed his fist in Quentin’s hair and dragged his head back, his lips hot on Quentin’s neck. “You’re so tight for me. You take my cock so well, Queenie. It’s like you were made to be mine.”
Incoherent words fell out of Quentin’s mouth. More so when Hunter arched Quentin’s chest off the bed, shoving Quentin’s legs wide open. Utterly exposing Quentin’s sensitive parts as he fucked Quentin’s prostate, as though he was trying to force all the come out of it.
Quentin’s eyes rolled back into his head. He shook helplessly, wheezing when Hunter grasped his still-hard cock. Then Hunter began to pump him, tight, possessive strokes that had him sobbing for breath.
“Come,” Hunter ordered, slamming his cock inside.
Quentin came again, pulsing, squirting all over the bed as he clenched around his alpha, trying to hold on to something. Anything.
“F-fuck,” Hunter panted. “You’re so fucking hot, Queenie. You get so fucking tight when you come.”
He bit down hard into Quentin’s scent gland, sending pain and pleasure through his body. “I’m—I’m gonna come inside you. Gonna give you a baby.”
Then he bit that sensitive spot again, over and over so Quentin clutched at the sheets and jerked against him, his ass milking Hunter. Hunter’s strokes grew uneven; he gripped Quentin harder and harder, fucking in so viciously that Quentin came with a howl.
Hunter gave a desperate series of thrusts. Then he came with a snarl, plowing deep, warmth flooding Quentin inside.
Scarcely had Quentin managed to catch his breath when Hunter’s knot swelled in him, big and round and firm. There was no way he could pull out, not without hurting Quentin.
“This—This is when it gets good,” Hunter said raggedly.
He held Quentin down. And he mashed his round, heavy knot against Quentin’s prostate, so Quentin clawed at the bed and howled, pleasure throbbing between his legs. Hunter didn’t let up. He rocked his hips heavily against Quentin’s ass, pushing his knot deeper, forcing it against Quentin’s sensitive spots so Quentin shuddered and cried, his body oversensitive.
He came again. And again. And again, his body covered in sweat, his helpless cock jerking in a puddle of his come.
It was only when Hunter’s knot receded that he pulled out, pressing kisses to Quentin’s shoulder. “I’ll clean you up.”
Quentin laughed breathlessly. “There’s—There’s no point cleaning me up. You’re just going to turn me into a mess again.”
Hunter grinned, all sharp teeth. “But I like to start from scratch.”
He left Quentin on the bed, returning a while later with a damp washcloth, wiping down Quentin’s face and neck and chest, then the rest of his body, finally cleaning between Quentin’s legs.
“Damn, I fucked you loose.” Hunter’s voice was low and appreciative as he stroked his fingertips over Quentin’s hole. “Can you get up?”
“In a bit.” Quentin huffed. “I can do things even when I’m in heat, you know.”
“Not that you focus very well on them.” Hunter continued to play with his entrance, finally pushing a textured silicone plug inside. “That’ll keep some come inside you. I want you to tighten back up, though.”
Quentin laughed. “You’ll be back inside before long. I don’t have a chance.”
“Well, I can always hope.”
Hunter massaged Quentin’s back, following Quentin to the kitchen some time later. Quentin pulled out some leftovers from the fridge and fried up some sausages—it was in the middle of cooking, that Hunter went into a rut again.
“Damn,” Hunter wheezed, turning the stove off. He dragged Quentin over to the counter, pulled out his plug, and crammed his cock back into Quentin’s tender hole.
Quentin groaned. “F-fuck. Give me some warning.”
Hunter bent him over and pounded in roughly. “You like it when I shove you up against things and fuck you, Queenie.”
“I’m not even—” Quentin panted “—that wet.”
“My come lubed me up.” Hunter groaned, pulling Quentin’s hips down onto him, fucking savagely inside.
That made Quentin’s ass flood with slick.
“Gods, you get so wet for me.” Hunter leaned in and kissed his shoulder, biting down on it. Then he fucked in again, lifting Quentin’s legs out from under him, holding them spread open so he was completely at his alpha’s mercy. All Quentin could do was clutch at the kitchen counter, his stiff cock bobbing shamelessly under him, precome dripping everywhere as Hunter fucked him into an orgasm.
His come splattered on the floor; he writhed and thrashed and clenched. And more precome squirted out as Hunter plundered his hole, coming violently into his ass.
Then, he fucked Quentin with his knot, over and over until Quentin howled and Hunter leaned in, clapping his hand over Quentin’s mouth.
“You—You gotta keep quiet,” Hunter growled, fucking in like he meant for Quentin to scream. “Walls are thin.”
He ravaged Quentin’s ass anyway, until Quentin sobbed and became a loose-limbed mess plastered against the kitchen counter.
After, Hunter replaced the plug and sat Quentin on the kitchen chair, finishing up the sausages. “You did so good, by the way. You took every single inch.”
“I can’t even keep my eyes open,” Quentin mumbled. “Heats are tiring. But I wasn’t this exhausted before you came back.”
“I think it’s because I make you cream your brains out.” Hunter dished up the sausages along with some chicken casserole and sliced cucumber and cheese sandwiches, and fed them to Quentin bit by bit. “Here, say ‘ah’.”
Quentin rolled his eyes. “I’m not a baby.”
“You say ‘ah’ when I offer my cock.”
“Gods, at least you don’t try to fly it like an airplane.”
“Should I?” Hunter grinned.
“No!”
“Maybe I should one day. I think you’d do it.”
“No way in hell,” Quentin grumbled.
“We’ll see.”
When they were done with lunch, Hunter sliced up a cucumber into thin rods, shaving off the sharp edges and corners.
“What’re you going to do with that?” Quentin asked, mystified.
Hunter dropped the rods into a bowl of cold water. “Firming them up.”
Bowl in hand, he brought Quentin back upstairs, to their bedroom. Quentin was planning to read a book, or maybe watch a movie. But the moment he leaned his head against Hunter’s shoulder, he fell asleep.
For a long stretch, he wasn’t conscious of anything. Just a quiet peace, and maybe the slow stroke of Hunter’s hand on his body.
He dreamed about Xav stuffing his face with too many cookies, he dreamed about his parents covering the front of their houses in red-and-white polka dots. Then, the polka dots took over, covering his food, his clothes, even Hunter’s face.
The dream changed, though. Quentin found himself standing on an ancient stone stage before a sea of people, entirely naked. His clothes had completely vanished. He tried to cover up, but the crowd cheered when Hunter came up to stand beside him, just as bare.
I think they want to see your hole, dream-Hunter said, slipping his fingers between Quentin’s cheeks.
Quentin clenched. I don’t want them to see it!
It’ll be hot. Hunter grinned and grasped Quentin’s cheeks, spreading them apart. They won’t touch you. Only I get to.
Then he touched his fingers to Quentin’s entrance, pushing a finger inside. Hunter groaned and added a second finger.
You’re always so tight for me, Queenie.
A stone block appeared next to Hunter. He sat down on it and bent Quentin over his knees, so his ass faced the crowd. Then Hunter spread Quentin’s cheeks again, and Quentin burned with embarrassment, at the same time his cock grew stiff. Everyone was looking at his hole now.
He heard dream-Hunter spit, wetness going between his cheeks, to his entrance. Then Hunter smeared his spit all over that puckered muscle and pushed in, three fingers all at once.
Quentin moaned, squirming on Hunter’s lap. He felt Hunter’s thick cock rubbing against his hip, he felt, more than saw, Hunter’s hungry smile.
I want them to see what I have, and be jealous, Hunter said, pushing Quentin’s legs open wider so his balls hung down, his cock bobbing vulnerably between his thighs.
He felt the touch of a thousand eyes on his intimate parts, he felt himself growing so hard that his tip pushed out past his foreskin. Hunter rumbled and dragged that skin away from Quentin’s cockhead, angling his sensitive head backward to show it to their audience. Quentin’s face burned.
They want a taste, Hunter whispered. But it’s all mine.
He stroked Quentin’s cock until it throbbed, until Quentin panted and clutched at Hunter’s legs, his slick trickling down his taint. Not in front of those people!
They’ll watch me claim you, dream-Hunter said.
Quentin felt the pressure of sharp teeth on his shoulder. Whereas everything else had felt muffled before, as though he’d been touched through a veil, the teeth felt incredibly real on his skin. Especially when they sank deeper, and heavy hands grasped his hips. Heat burned into his body.
He’s mine, dream-Hunter announced to the crowd.
He flipped Quentin onto his back on an altar, his cock sliding between Quentin’s cheeks.
Hot breath wheezed onto Quentin’s shoulder—too real—at the same time those heavy hands pressed him down into something soft. Quentin felt someone pushing his legs apart, he felt something grip his cock so sinfully that need jolted through his gut, turning his dream into reality.
Something thick rutted heavily against the crease of his thigh—gods, Hunter was going to fuck him in front of everyone—except he felt Hunter panting, he felt Hunter’s groan vibrate into his chest.
“In a rut,” he thought he heard Hunter say.
Then a thickness pushed against his hole, blunt and too-real, so tangible that it felt like a sudden bout of clarity. The pressure increased—Quentin felt his body stretch, he felt Hunter open him with a forceful, demanding thrust.
There was something very big inside him, and it was fucking him hard.
“Mine,” Hunter said somewhere above him. Quentin’s entire body rocked with his movements, yielding to him, stretching around him. Pleasure throbbed through his body and made his toes curl.
The sky above the ancient stage was cloudless. Quentin thought he saw pyramids in the distance, and some men in the crowd jerking themselves off. Dream-Hunter licked his lips, his eyes dark with arousal, his cock deeply buried.
Hunter pushed Quentin further up on the altar, so he could climb up and join him. Then he fitted his cock against Quentin’s hole and slammed back in, pinning Quentin’s legs wide open.
Sounds came out of Quentin’s mouth. He felt a cool touch against his cock—except he could see nothing out of the ordinary.
Just that something grasped his length in that weird alternate reality, a thin rod sliding against his tip.
It pushed into his slit, cold and hard and smooth. Stretching him open inside. Quentin bucked and gasped. What else is inside me?
That too-real cold feeling thrust deeper, halfway down his cock. It felt good. Quentin thrashed and squirmed, except Hunter held him down, plowing his cock harder, hammering so viciously against his prostate that his own balls pulled tight.
The coldness jerked back and forth inside his cock. Further down, dream-Hunter hit his prostate, over and over. He went so hard that Quentin almost couldn’t breathe—except the movements inside his body didn’t match. Hunter was thrusting slower than the cock inside Quentin—the thickness in his ass was plowing hard, desperately, fucking him down into the soft altar’s surface as though it needed to unload.
Mine, dream-Hunter snarled, biting into Quentin’s shoulder—this part didn’t feel real. But his cock definitely did. Especially when it thrust in deep and stopped, growing thick around the base.
Somehow, dream-Hunter was still thrusting, but the movements inside him had stopped. Quentin didn’t think too hard about the disconnect… until he felt himself stretch wider than ever. And a thick knot ground deep inside him, forcing pleasure up his spine.
He came all over himself, bliss pulsing through his body. The knot didn’t stop moving, though. It rocked inside him, harder and harder, grinding so much pleasure through his body that Quentin spasmed and came again. And again, his entire body taut now, the coolness inside his cock warmed up from his come.
The thing inside his cock pulled out. Then a different invisible rod pushed down his tip, so demanding that Quentin gasped and jerked.
Sharp teeth bit hard into his shoulder, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through his nerves, at the same time the thing fucked into his cock.
Quentin woke with a gasp, the blue skies and pyramids fading into the familiar ceiling and walls of his bedroom. The watchful crowd was gone. So was the altar. All there was, was Hunter looking down at him, just as naked, his knot slowly rocking into Quentin’s body, pressing against his prostate.
Hunter was inside me this whole time, Quentin realized. He spent his rut inside me, and I slept through it. Gods, that was so hot that Quentin shuddered, his ass growing wet.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” Hunter rasped, pushing deep. Quentin cried out and came again, his spine arching, his balls yielding just droplets of come. Hunter squeezed Quentin’s cock around that thing inside him.
“Wh-what’s that?” Quentin panted, trying to get his thoughts together.
Hunter smiled and tugged, and a pale green rod slid out of Quentin’s tormented cock, leaving his slit open and gaping. “Cucumber. Never thought it’d fuck you a different way, huh? You liked it.”
Quentin scrubbed his face. “Gods, I did.”
Hunter crunched up the thin cucumber rod, groaning appreciatively. Then he leaned in and kissed Quentin, and Quentin tasted himself on his alpha, along with the freshness of the cucumber.
“I guess we have a different use for cucumbers now,” Hunter said, grinning.
“Oh, gods. I don’t think my body can take more.” Quentin buried his face in his alpha’s chest, embarrassed. “Maybe not anytime soon.”
“Probably not. You need a bit of time to recover.” Hunter cupped Quentin’s cock fondly, pressing soft kisses to his ear. “You always look so gorgeous in bed.”
“Especially when I’m asleep?” Quentin asked dryly.
“Well, both.” Hunter grinned and brushed his wrists over Quentin’s face, then down his shoulders over the rest of his body.
Quentin sighed, relaxing. His heat felt a little less urgent now. Maybe it was his latest climax that did it, or maybe… he’d conceived. But they wouldn’t know for sure until a week later, if his scent changed.
For now, he wanted a lot more cuddles, and they were in the perfect spot for it. “Cuddle me.”
Hunter wrapped himself around Quentin, spooning him. “Like this?”
“And maybe in the bath, too. I’m a mess. Again.”
“Maybe we should just spend your heat in the bathtub.” Hunter laughed. “We’ll order takeout and eat it while soaking in there. And watch TV there, and sleep there.”
Quentin rolled his eyes. “I’m not doing that. But you can, if you want.”
“Hey, we could have a water bed in there.”
“Still no.” Quentin elbowed him lightly. “I like our bed.”
“The toys have invaded it.”
“You put them there. You can take them away!”
“I don’t know, we might need them again.” Hunter grinned impishly at Quentin, and tickled him.
“Hunter Bernard,” Quentin shrieked.
“Mom and Ma-lisse are going to think I made you come extra hard or something.” Hunter laughed.
“Oh, gods, shut up.”
“You like the things that come out of my mouth.” Hunter pinned Quentin to the bed and kissed his nose, his gaze so soft that Quentin’s insides melted. “You know you’re the best omega in the universe, right?”
Quentin opened and closed his mouth, sighing. “I don’t think any one person can be the best. Maybe better, but there is no best.”
“There is. It’s you.” Hunter kissed him sweetly.
“Even with all the crap I put you through?”
“I married you, didn’t I?” Hunter blew a raspberry against Quentin’s neck. “And now you have to put up with my raspberries for the rest of your life.”
Quentin shrieked again. “Hunter!”
“Too late,” Hunter said, his eyes sparkling. “You married me. No backing out now, Queenie.”
Quentin laughed then, flopping back against the pillows. Hunter had been perfect to him this entire time, never once wavering in his love. Hunter humbled him, and he made Quentin believe in himself. Quentin would always be grateful.
“I guess I can’t back out,” he said dryly, pressing a kiss to Hunter’s wrist.
“You know you love me.” Hunter grinned, so confident that Quentin’s heart thumped for him.
“I do,” Quentin said truthfully.
“That’s good, because I love you, too.” Hunter leaned down and blew a raspberry against Quentin’s stomach.
“Hunter!”
“All yours,” Hunter said. “For better or worse. And for a million raspberries.”
“I don’t think you’ll ever hit a million raspberries.”
“Exactly my point.”
Quentin was about to retort, when the doorbell rang. “Oh, gods. Who is it?”
“Not Mom, that’s for sure.” Hunter moved behind him, his knot tugging inside Quentin. “Wanna go look?”
“We’re knotted!”
“I’ll carry you downstairs.”
“Oh, gods, you’re going to turn this into more sex, aren’t you?”
“Well, we could have a visitor.” Hunter laughed. “Or an audience.”
Quentin scrubbed his face. It did sound like a fun jaunt. “What if it’s a door-to-door salesperson?”
“They might regret ringing the doorbell then.” Hunter scooped Quentin up. Carefully, he made his way down the stairs, Quentin with his legs wrapped around Hunter’s waist.
They opened the door to find Finnegan with a basket of fruit. Finnegan froze, and then scrunched his eyes shut. “You could’ve told me you’re busy! I just happened to pass through this part of town—”
Quentin grinned. “Sorry, Finn. This is a no-clothes weekend. Would you like a video?”
“I’m gone. Bye.” Finnegan set the basket down and hurried off into the car idling at the sidewalk.
With a laugh, Hunter grabbed the basket and shut the door. “We’ll have to thank him later.”
“Not with an accidental video, though.”
Hunter hummed thoughtfully. “Speaking of. Would you like to make a video? I never did make the one I promised.”
“You may as well. It’s not like we’re going anywhere this weekend, anyway.”
Hunter grinned and kissed him hard. “I’m working on it. Gonna record all the best parts of you so I have a forever copy.”
“You already have me forever.”
“Yeah, but you won’t have heats when you’re seventy,” Hunter said. “I want some memories for then. We can play the old videos and remember the crazy things we did when we were younger.”
Quentin laughed. “That sounds just as filthy, but go ahead.”
Hunter grinned and kissed him again. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
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