At First Blush

Chapter 17

Smutty Smut Smut Ahead

Julian knew that this was a mistake. Knew it with the bone-deep dread of a life lived under scrutiny and under the pain of slurs thrown at him. And yet, nothing could have stopped him from pressing his lips against Ollie's soft, sweet lips. Stopped him from swallowing each and every one of Ollie's helpless little murmurs of pleasure. Stopped him from licking at the seam of Ollie's lips until the boy's lips parted and gave Julian entry to his warm, wet heat. He greedily licked into Ollie's mouth, his hand moving from Ollie's cheek into the boy's golden curls. He couldn't remember wanting anyone this much.

He felt Ollie's fingers curl into his shirt, tugging him closer. Shifting his grasp, Julian scooped Ollie up, swallowing the little gasp he made, and deposited him on the desk. Papers and pens scattered, but Julian didn't care. The taste of Ollie's cock was burned into his memory, and he wanted more. He kissed his way along Ollie's jaw, to his ear, and whispered, "May I taste you, baby?"

Ollie's breath caught and he nodded, his fingers tightening on Julian's shirt front. "Please, Juls, I need you," he murmured breathlessly, and what could Julian do, but give him everything he asked?

His fingers traced down Ollie's front, going to his jeans. His fingers deftly flicked the button open, and he smiled into Ollie's hair as he heard the boy gasp. He ran his fingers gently over the warm, soft skin of Ollie's stomach. He hooked a chair closer with his ankle and sank into it, shifting closer. He pushed up Ollie's shirt, and pressed his face to Ollie's stomach, breathing in his skin. Warm, sweet, clean. The softest down covering of hair tickled Julian's lips, and his opened his mouth to tongue at it, wanting to taste that pure, sweet taste of Ollie's skin.

He licked back and forth along Ollie's stomach, dipping his tongue into Ollie's belly button, making him giggle and moan and gasp. Julian smiled and nuzzled into Ollie's skin, rubbing his face all over, trying to imprint his scent on Ollie. His fingers curled into the waistband of Ollie's jeans and underwear, and he tugged, pressing kisses down, chasing the new skin he exposed. Ollie's happy trail was downy and soft, the hair slightly darker here than the curls on his head. Julian loved it.

Glancing up, Julian felt his heart clench and his balls tingle. Ollie had propped himself up on his elbows, his legs happily splayed to allowed Julian to fit. He had this head thrown back, a rosy flush creeping up his exposed throat. His chest heaved as he panted in pleasure, his lip caught in his teeth.

Surging up, Julian captured his mouth in his, resting his entire weight on Ollie's body, needing to make him remember later what it felt like to be completely covered, coveted. Ollie met his savage kiss with innocent enthusiasm, nipping back at Julian's lips, his tongue snaking into Julian's mouth with surprising dexterity.

Using one hand, Julian reached under Ollie, yanking his pants down by the back, exposing his ass to the cool air of his office, and making it impossible for Julian to ever come in here without remembering how Ollie's sweet scent filled every corner of his workspace.

As his fingers slid into Ollie's tight, wet hole, Julian gasped against Ollie's mouth, and the baby Omega had the fucking audacity to smirk against Julian's lips. Pulling away, Julian focused his entire attention in getting rid of Ollie's pants, his sneakers dropping heavily to the floor. Ollie was now bare from the waist down, his legs draped on Julian's shoulders. He propped himself back up on his elbows, his eyes now a blazing gold with lust.

Julian pulled his fingers out, and stroked Ollie's hole, his breath catching as it fluttered against his touch. "You Slick so much, baby," he murmured, pulling his fingers away, watching the sticky strand grow between Ollie's wetness and his fingers. It finally broke and Julian sucked his fingers, savoring the heavenly taste. Nothing tasted better than Ollie's arousal. Nothing. He returned his fingers to rub Ollie's hole, debating if he wanted to drink the pearlescent precum from Ollie's bright pink tip, or the Slick from Ollie's perfect dark pink hole.

"Forums say that new Omegas produce the most Slick. To make it easier for sexual exploration and masturbation."

Julian knew this, everyone did, but somehow, hearing Ollie's pink lips form the word "masturbation" made his ears burn and his pants grow wet. He looked up from where he had been rubbing Ollie's hole. "Have you been touching yourself, baby?" He asked, moving his hand up, caressing Ollie's taint, pulling a moan from him.

Ollie heaved a deep breath. "Sometimes."

"What do you think about?" Julian asked, cupping Ollie's balls. Alpha balls were heavy and hairy and always smelled like pure musk. Ollie's were perfect in Julian's hand, and when he ducked down to caress the seam with his tongue, the sweetness of Ollie's scent was almost overpowering. He sucked one into his mouth, and Ollie whined. Julians paused, taking a deep breath through his nose so he didn't come in his pants from the little keening cry of pleasure. He gave it one last suck, then took the other into his mouth, rolling it a little on his tongue. He could feel Ollie's hole flutter, and he made a cup with his hand, and he caught the pool of Slick that dripped out of Ollie's ass. Hmm. Perhaps a towel was in order.

He stood, standing over Ollie, who seemed to have checked out, his cheeks pink with pleasure. "I asked you a question, Ollie," Julian said softly, and Ollie's eyes opened. Julian smiled down at him, and gently tipped his cupped hand, letting Ollie's Slick drip down onto his face. Ollie gasped as the fat, thick droplets of his Slick hit his skin. Julian took advantage of that by feeding Ollie his own Slick, and Ollie sucked greedily.

Julian caught his breath as he felt Ollie's tongue swirl around his fingers, sucking and lapping, and his cock stood at attention, eager for Ollie to apply those skills elsewhere.

Ollie tipped his head back, letting a string of spit and Slick connect his lips with Julian's fingers. "I think about you, Juls. I can't help it. I want you so much. I want you fucking hard into me, Juls. I want to taste you and have you taste me."

He said it so innocently, with his face smeared with Slick, and Julian felt his brain short circuit. He dove down, and swallowed Ollie's cock all the way down to the base, Ollie's soft hair tickling his nose. Julian groaned around it, loving the hard heat of Ollie's cock in his throat. Alphas were certainly girthier, but Ollie fit so perfectly in his mouth that Julian promptly forgot everything but the way Ollie's tip leaked down his throat, the way Ollie moaned and gasped, wiggling his hips.

He cupped his hand over Ollie's hole, slipping his fore and middle finger inside to plug him up, and got down to business. He'd always loved sucked cock. Something about the warmth of the skin and heat of their hardness made it just irresistible. Ollie transcended the experience.

He sucked and licked and his fingers probed and searched. He knew the second he found Ollie's prostate, because when his fingers brushed against it, Ollie's entire body tensed, and he felt Ollie pull his legs up, his toes digging into Julian's skin, before he released with a choked off cry.

Slick, cum, Julian was pretty sure that he had wrung Ollie dry. He swallowed Ollie's cum in greedy gulps, and in a burst of need, he slipped his entire hand into Ollie's hole to stroke four fingers against Ollie's prostate, trying to milk every last drop out of him, as his thumb teased Ollie's rim. It was so wet and hot inside Ollie, and Julian could feel Ollie's orgasm clench and spasm around his fingers, Slick dripping down his wrist, his forearm. When Ollie's cock grew soft, he pulled his hand out of Ollie's hole, and as Ollie gasped and panted on his desk, he met Ollie's gaze, and began to clean his fingers, his palms, his arm. God. He'd never get over Ollie's taste.

Ollie exhaled slowly, pushing himself up on his hands, sliding his legs off Julian's shoulders, letting them dangle against the desk. He looked ravished, and Julian was particularly proud of himself.

Ollie reached for him, his hands shaking, his eyes gleaming, his lips pulled into a fucked-out smile. Julian went to Ollie happily, dipping his head to kiss him. instead of a kiss, Ollie tilted his head, and caught Julian's earlobe in his teeth, tugging. Julian shuddered as he felt Ollie lick along his ear before whispering, "Let's see how much of the lesson I remember, hmm?"

Julian caught his breath as Ollie pushed him into the chair, and slid off the desk to his knees on the carpet. He placed his hands on Julian's knees, and looked up at him, and looked like such a depraved angel that Julian knew he was in over his head. And he wouldn't have it any other way.