Telos didn’t look down. Didn’t want to draw attention to the way his body was growing hot. This was the closest he’d ever been to Mav, the most intimate, and everything was on the verge of falling apart.
He just knew it.
He knocked Mav’s hand aside. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Mav smiled, all sharp teeth. “On the contrary, I think I do.” He stepped back and scooped his shirt off the floor. Then he held it up to his face, and watched Telos. “It smells like me.”
“Yeah, it stinks of you.” Telos curled his lip. “Take it and disappear.”
But Mav came closer. He crowded Telos against the wall, shoving the shirt over Telos’ nose and mouth. “Breathe it in.”
Telos knew he should move. He knew he should shove Mav away, and feign disgust.
He couldn’t move. He could only meet Mav’s eyes, and hold his breath. “Not gonna.”
“Really?” Mav met his stare.
The shirt was soft with wear, crusty in some places. Hell, Mav’s dried cum was pressed against Telos’ lips, and it took all his self-restraint not to slip his tongue out for a taste.
And yet Mav didn’t pull his shirt away. His eyes gleamed with something like triumph, and Telos—
Telos’ lungs began to burn. He watched the easy way Mav’s chest rose and fell, the way he seemed content to stand there until Telos broke, one way or another.
They were close enough that Mav wouldn’t see tiny changes in Telos’ body. Ever so slowly, Telos drew breath through his mouth, just a little to replenish the oxygen in his body.
The scent of Mav’s cum coated his tongue. It was salty, bitter, musky, staler than the first time Telos had smelled it. But it was still Mav’s, and it had come from his cock.
Telos’ mouth filled with saliva. He swallowed, but he only drooled more, like his mouth thought it was going to be stuffed full.
Mav’s eyes darkened. He pressed the shirt more firmly over Telos’ face, swaying closer. “You breathed it in, didn’t you? Your pupils blew wide open.”
“Fuck you,” Telos hissed.
“And yet you’re not fighting me. You’re just standing there, taking what I give you.” Mav pressed his other hand against Telos’ abdomen, hot like a brand. He slid it down. And down.
Telos’ heart pounded. He thought Mav would stop, at some point, but Mav didn’t. Mav’s fingers brushed his wiry thatch of hair. He pushed them straight through, and Telos jerked the moment Mav’s fingers bumped against his semi-hard cock.
He’s touching me there!Telos almost moaned. This was the closest they’d ever been to his fantasies, and his hips bucked up, his cock filling the rest of the way.
It was too telling.
He shoved Mav off, grabbed him, and slammed him up against the wall. “Don’t start what you can’t finish,” Telos snarled, rutting against the front of Mav’s pants. Leaving the scent of his cock all over Mav’s fly.
Mav’s eyes narrowed to slits. “You’re not lying now. Mostly.” Then he leaned in and dragged his fingertips up the side of Telos’ cock. Telos shuddered. Before he could come up with something scathing to say, Mav wrapped his fingers around Telos’ length and squeezed. Telos’ knees almost buckled.
Except Mav pushed Telos off, closing the distance between them. He grabbed Telos’ cock again.
Telos throbbed, all his attention going between his legs. He thrust into Mav’s fist. “What’s with you? Suddenly discovered you like alpha cock, huh?”
“You know what I think?” Mav murmured, shoving Telos bodily until the back of his legs hit the bed. “I think you’re putting on a front. All this snarling, all this fighting and getting under myskin. All it is, is you hiding that you want to be under me.” He brought his face closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You want to be held down. And fucked. You want my cock to open you up, you want it hammering inside you. Pumping you full.”
His precum shot all over Mav’s shirt.
Mav glanced down. “Oh?”
Telos’ face burned. “That was just a fluke.”
Mav quirked an eyebrow. “I felt everything. I felt your arousal, Telos. A whole tidal wave of it when I suggested stretching your tight hole with my cock.”