Max chuckles and pulls his hand away, watching as Leo's hole closes around open air. The pink muscle is small and wet, dripping down the curve of his cheeks and onto the thick comforter below him.
Leo groans in protest, his blue eyes wandering down to look at him again. His lashes cast shadows along his flushed cheek bones, his lips parted in want. Max bites his inner cheek hard enough to draw blood. The taste of copper fills his mouth, but it does little to curve his thirst. And oh, he is just starving.
He reaches over for his bedside table and opens the top drawer. He pulls out a condom, the foil packaging crinkling under his tight hold, and rips it open with his teeth. He spits the wrapping out, before pulling out the lube slicked rubber. Leo doesn't look away once, his pupils blown wide as he tracks the alphas every movement.
