Zander's mouth is warm and wet as it sucks in the tip of Ethan's hard length. He wraps his large hand firmly around the base and squeezes, his thumb nail grazing a vein that runs down the side of it. Ethan stares down at him, his hands in Zander's black hair, his legs spread wide with the alpha settled between them.
A dominant alpha is going down on a mere beta. The thought sends Ethan's heart racing in his chest. He gasps as Zander's tongue presses against the edge of the head, his gaze glued to the way his plump lips stretches over him. Saliva drips down the length of him, pooling at his pelvis.
Ethan hisses and his grip tightens around the alphas dark hair when the edges of Zander's sharp teeth grazes his sensitive skin. "N-no teeth." His voice comes out as a low whine and his hips shifts.
