3. Does Mav Hear.?

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DOES MAV HEAR...?

Telos had never done this before. Not with Mav so close, and Telos in a place where someone could walk by and catch him in the act.

He reclined his seat and spread his knees, freeing his cock from the confines of his clothes. The night air chilled his skin; he stretched his cock to its full length and stroked it, savoring the weight of it in his hand.

Mav could step out anytime, if he realized what Telos was doing. Maybe he would walk out with just the sheets clutched around his hips, his heavy cock hanging between his legs. He would see Telos’ cock out, and Telos would show it to him, taunt him to suck on it.

Mav would decline, obviously. But it was one of Telos’ fantasies, shutting Mav up with his cock. Either with Mav on his knees before him, Telos grabbing his hair and fucking into his mouth, or Mav lying flat on the bed, Telos straddling his face.

There was something exhilarating about having an alpha beneath you, submitting to you. Telos let himself imagine the tight, wet heat of Mav’s mouth, the way he’d groan around his cock. The way Mav would think of something cutting to say, only for Telos to fuck the words back down his throat.

Telos’ breath stuttered; his blood swooped between his legs. He was growing so hard that he would have trouble tucking himself back into his pants.

There was definitely no way he could hide his cock now, if Mav stepped out. Telos would leave himself exposed, let Mav come closer.

Maybe Mav’s eyes would widen when he saw Telos throbbing for him. Not that Telos would be embarrassed. He was big. He would keep on fucking his fist, show Mav how he’d fuck inside him. Mav would step closer, dragging Telos out of the car. He’d grab Telos’ cock and snarl, What the fuck do you think you’re doing? And he’d yank on Telos like he was trying to drag the answer out of Telos’ mouth, except Telos would pulse in his fist, growing harder against his touch.

Maybe Mav would try to force him into submission, with his hand still on Telos’ cock like he was trying to prove he could make Telos come.

Telos would fight him. Gods, he wanted them to fight, bodies flush together, bucking and grinding, neither knowing who would win. But both their cocks would rut together, trying to force the other into an orgasm.

Telos’ breath stuttered. He was rock-hard now, his cock flushed and leaking, his hips jerking up. He smeared his precum all over so every thrust made slick, wet sounds, hissing when he tightened his fist.

He loved the fantasy of them fighting. Alpha on alpha, him pushing Mav onto his back, thrusting against Mav’s bulge. He’d let his precum smear on Mav’s fly, and grind against Mav until Mav swore and thrashed, his pupils blown wide. If Mav were dressed, Telos would reach into his pants, get his hand around Mav’s cock, and growl into his ear, Looks like you’ve got a thing for being fucked.

Mav’s eyes would flash. He’d retort, Who said I’d be the one taking a cock?

Telos would tear at Mav’s clothes until they were both naked, bodies clashing, cocks shooting precum all over each other. They’d fight for dominance, grabbing each other by the ass, by the cock, pinning each other down and thrusting between tight asscheeks, fingers going into holes.

In his imagination, sometimes he won. Sometimes Mav won. Sometimes Mav held him down and shoved his cock into Telos, his heavy body trapping Telos so he couldn’t move. He’d grab Telos by his hair, by his cock and balls, and he’d drive his big cock inside, making Telos open for him. Mav would pant against Telos’ ear, This is what it feels like to be owned by an alpha stronger than you.

He would nail Telos’ prostate, over and over until Telos bucked and shouted, his cock shooting helplessly. Mav would keep fucking Telos, too, just because he could. And Telos would come, over and over on Mav’s cock, trying to hide his embarrassment, the way he secretly loved it.

Maybe Mav would try to breed him.

Mav would hold Telos down and stuff him full of cock, his knot swelling inside Telos’ ass, his cum shooting for so long that it would fill up every nook and cranny. Maybe it would take inside Telos’ body.

Telos panted, his muscles tense, his toes curling as he fucked into his fist. His entire cock was dark red, covered in precum, and it was so hard, it hurt. “Fuck,” he whispered, his legs trembling.

What would it be like if Mav fucked his hole loose, his cum pouring down Telos’ thighs when he pulled out? Or maybe Mav would shove a plug inside Telos, to keep his seed locked inside like a claim.

Telos thought about Mav breeding him over and over, Mav biting him, owning him.

Mav wanting him.

He snarled and came hard, his vision whiting out. “Fuck!”

Cum shot all over his chest. He barely had the presence of mind to open the car door, shoving himself to the edge of the seat. Telos angled his cock down so his cum went all over the asphalt, pulses and pulses of it covering the black surface.

He came for a long time. When he finally caught his breath, he remembered that Mav might still be awake. Or maybe he might’ve woken Mav up with all his cursing.

And maybe Mav had heard what he’d just done.

Telos flushed, thankful that he was the only one out here, and that Mav couldn’t see his embarrassment. He squeezed out the last few droplets and changed his cock into a smaller one without a knot, before tucking himself back into his pants. Perks of being a true shapeshifter.

He grabbed a wad of paper napkins to wipe himself off. When his legs felt more sturdy, he gathered his empty food containers and rolled up the car windows, stepping carefully around his puddle of cum.

Before he unlocked the hotel door, he stretched his hearing far beyond the property, to make sure there wasn’t anyone lurking around who shouldn’t be there. Then he stared at the card key in his hand.

Fuck it, he would deal with the fallout of jerking off.

He tapped the key against the scanner, and the lock released. The light was still on when he stepped in. Mav was in his own bed, his back to the door. The sheets were pulled up over most of him, but they didn’t hide the tension in his shoulders, the pissed-off-ness radiating from him.

“I told you that you’d regret eavesdropping,” Telos said lightly. “You should try the whole, ah, fluid-purging thing. Supposedly it’s good for the heart and soul.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Mav still wasn’t looking at him, but the tips of his ears were turning pink.

A slow grin curved Telos’ mouth. “I didn’t clean up, by the way. The entire dashboard is covered in jizz. It’s going to crust over and be absolutely disgusting come morning. Pun not intended.”

Mav inhaled slowly and turned, glaring so hard over his shoulder that Telos thought maybe he’d light on fire. “I hate that I can’t tell when you’re lying.”

Telos laughed, stuffing his food containers into one of the trash cans. “Keeps you on your toes, doesn’t it?”

He stopped by the bathroom to piss and brush his teeth. Then he stepped into Mav’s line of sight, rummaging through his duffle. Telos deliberately stripped down to his underwear and pulled on his sleep shorts, before turning around.

Mav’s eyes were closed. Telos pretended that Mav had been watching him, and slunk into his own bed.

Just before he turned off the light, Telos whispered, “It’s okay to play with your, ah, sausage. I won’t laugh if you call it names. You can even name your cock after me. That’s totally cool.”

“What the hell,” Mav said flatly.

“Oh? You need an example?” Telos lowered his voice by a notch to imitate Mav’s growl. “What’s this in my pants? Ah, it’s my Telos. He lives there all the time. When I get excited, my Telos gets leaky like a faucet. You should repair him. He’ll cover you with... gratitude.”

Mav grimaced and cracked open his eyes. “You’re insane.”

“The only way to be, really. Now your dreams will be filled by a mini-me in your pants. Reciting terrible pickup lines from dawn till dusk.”

Mav pulled his pillow over his head. “No, thanks.”

But the pillow didn’t cover his face completely. It didn’t hide the tiny twitch at the corner of his mouth.

Telos stared, his heart missing a beat.

He was seeing things. Mav never smiled at his jokes.

He pulled the covers over himself and turned off the light, his thoughts churning.