Page 23 of Knot That Serious

“Stay still,” Beckett said softly. “Let it come to you.”

Jack whined and the sound went straight to Beckett’s cock. But most importantly, he listened, and sank into Beckett’s lap, his weight heavy and grounding.

“That’s a good boy,” Beckett breathed, and Jack—

Jack was coming with a muffled curse, pulsing against Beckett, spilling over his fingers. It caught him by surprise, and he slid his other hand over to wrap around Jack’s knot, squeezing it tight as Jack shuddered against him.

His expression crumpled like his silk shirt, cheeks pink to match. He slumped into Beckett, forehead resting on his shoulder as he breathed.

Desire was still a rampant blaze within Beckett, and Jack coming to the tune of good boy made his head spin.

Beckett released Jack gingerly, felt him shiver at the sensitivity. He tilted his head into Beckett’s neck and placed a kiss against his pulse before parting his lips and mouthing at the skin. Tilting his head back to give him more access, Beckett wrapped his cum-covered hand around his own cock.

But before he could even complete a full stroke, Jack was pulling back and sliding to the floor, making room for himself between Beckett’s knees.

He wrapped a hand around Beckett's wrist and brought his dripping digits to his lips. Beckett’s mouth formed an O, jaw dropping as Jack sucked them inside, tongue laving between his fingers to catch every drop.

“Jesus christ, Jack,” Beckett choked out when he released him.

Jack smirked, slightly devastating, and lowered his head to nip at Beckett’s hip. He widened his thighs, giving Jack more room, and the alpha sank into place like he belonged there, too. Beckett could only watch as Jack flicked his tongue over the head of his cock, barely remembering to breathe.

When Jack opened his lips to sink down over him, taking his cock deep, Beckett had to resist the urge to thrust into his mouth. He very pointedly kept his hips against the cushions, letting Jack work his lips down Beckett’s length.

The warm, wet heat of his mouth was addicting, and Beckett threaded his clean hand through Jack’s hair.

His gaze was molten when Jack glanced up, lips stretched around his cock, following his fist down the length.

“That’s good,” Beckett panted, petting Jack’s hair instead of twisting his fingers in it. “So fucking good.”

Jack shivered, and something ballooned in Beckett’s chest at the idea of Jack getting off to being told he was doing a good job. His eyes fluttered closed as he retreated, tongue pressing against the underside of Beckett’s cock as he pulled up to the tip, then flicking along the head before he sank deep again.

A moan escaped Beckett as he brushed the roof of Jack’s mouth, as Jack kept going. His hand slid further down to squeeze at Beckett’s knot.

Which meant...

“Jack, fuck—” Beckett’s words were choked as he stared down at Jack, nose pressed into the softness of Beckett’s skin, taking his whole length.

His head fell back against the couch, only to snap back up because he didn’t want to miss a second.

Jack’s watery eyes fluttered closed, and Beckett stroked a hand through his hair.

“Breathe,” Beckett reminded him.

Jack lifted up, sucking in a breath through his nose only to take him deep again, and then he was pausing, gaze lifting to Beckett.

Waiting.

Christ. “Really?” Beckett asked, tightening his grip in Jack’s dark hair.

Jack dug the nails of his hand into Beckett’s side, would have nodded if he could’ve.

“I won’t last long,” Beckett told him, slowly lifting his hips off the couch, sliding his cock deeper into Jack’s mouth, his throat.

He ground his teeth against the pleasure melting through his veins, making his cock throb against Jack’s tongue. His knot swelled even more, and Jack squeezed his hand around it.

Beckett let out a curse, kept hold of Jack’s hair, and retreated only to drive in again. Felt Jack’s throat give way to his cock, and then Beckett was moving. Hips thrusting, hand holding Jack still so he could fuck his mouth.

God, Jack had cleaned his own cum from Beckett’s hand, and… and now he was going to swallow him down, too, and—

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