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Oliver practically giggled as Slade ran his lips along his neck, the beard of his chin tickling him, the stubble across his jaw prickling his skin with little drags of pleasure. The Aussie's calloused hand ran down Oliver's slender but muscular bare chest, over the stab, burn and bullet wounds from the years on the Island, marks to severe to heal completely. He stopped to trace his fingertip over the bite mark that had turned the blonde.
Oliver sucked in his gut with a sharp intake of breath as he felt the man touch the mark. He gave a muffled word against Slade's mouth, which he could quite clearly make out as 'possessive', this made him smirk against the pink lips of his young lover.
"You think?" Slade asked as he pulled back.
"Very," Oliver grinned.
Slade lifted himself up further, so he could look over Oliver's naked body. Ever muscle was filled out, defined like it was delicately chiselled from marble. His belly was flat, chest scarred, the tattoo from Anatoli on his pec, the mark of a hunter tattooed on his back. His skin was pale, almost white like snow.
"I think that's wise," Slade commented. He moved down Oliver's body, leaving a line of kisses as he went.
Oliver shook his head but arched his back so he lean further into Slade's teasing lips.
"We should get going. Mom will be waking up soon," Ollie said but he made no move to stop Slade.
Slade allowed his fangs to grow through, he ran the flat front of the razors up the line of Oliver's chest. He moved his mouth to Oliver's ear "You best stay quite then," he whispered in his deep, rough voice. He took Oliver's earlobe between his fangs and tongue, worrying the flesh.
Oliver bit down on his bottom lip, to stop himself from crying out as Slade moved to kissing his neck, biting down lightly, only enough to bruise the skin which will heal, long before they leave.
Slade makes his way down Oliver's body, stopping at his nipples to run his tongue over each, teasing one with finger and rolling another with his tongue, before switching around. He listened to Oliver's soft huffing and whines, muffled by his hand, which he had clamped over his mouth.
Oliver's wolf features flared as Slade took hold of him. His eyes shone bright blue, fangs poking out from his lips, his nails sharpening into claws. He slipped his hands up Slade's shirt, dragging the tips along Slade's spine, drawing thin lines of blood.
Slade ached his back with a groan, his body shuddering at the pain which sent waves of pleasure thought his blood, causing his cock to stiffen.
"Sh, you best stay quite," Oliver repeated in a hushed tone.
Slade smirked, his eyes turning red, he continued to lean into the claws. He began to jerk Oliver, which lead to younger man digging his claws further, pulling out and along Slade's wide back, causing him to rut into Oliver's thigh. Oliver rubbed his thigh between Slade's legs, pulling grunts from the man.
Slade moved down, out of Oliver reach. He pushed one of the younger man's pale tights up, the very one that Oliver had used to tease him, he kissed along Ollie's inner thigh, the skin was sensitive to Slade's stubble, making Oliver moan softly. His hand made it just in time to cover his mouth as Slade bit down. Slade worked on one leg, then the other, biting at Oliver's inner thighs and behind his knees. The bites did not draw blood but it was at the level of pain that Oliver found pleasurable, and on sensitive skin, while Slade slowly but with a tight grip, tugged at Oliver, the feelings were overwhelming. Now Oliver was the one withering in bliss. The smell of salt filled the air from the blonde's pre-cum, which was running down his hard cock.
Slade moved back to Oliver's panting lips, giving him a long kiss before sitting on his knees, admiring Oliver on his back, lying on his leather jacket, legs spread. He looked on until Oliver realised what the man was doing and glared at him. Slade smiled and pulled his shirt of, both to feel closer to Oliver and to stop the wet blood on his back from staining his shirt. He then undid his belt and jeans, pulling his cock from the tight hold of his clothing. The teasing hold was a nice feeling of constant unmoving fiction that make the man want to pull his hair out yet at the same time prolong the torment, but he had to admit that being inside Oliver was a much better feeling.
Oliver watched as Slade pulled two packets from his back pocket. Lube and a condom. Slade hated wearing them but it would save Oliver having to clear himself out...
"Came prepared?" Oliver smiled, snaking his arms around Slade's neck as he leant over him again.
"Of course," Slade said, before kissing Oliver with a passion. Their tongues moving along side each other.
Oliver heard the rip of a packet. It was clear that Slade was putting on the condom first as he was taking a long time to touch Oliver with anything other than his mouth, one of arms having to hold himself up. When Ollie had a peek at Slade, he saw that the man's eyebrow was down in annoyance, the other covered by his eye patch. It took a great deal for Oliver not to laugh.
Oliver felt Slade's shoulders slump when he finally did it, then he felt movement as Slade went for the next packet and the sounding of tearing plastic. The blonde pushed at Slade's shoulders, his nails back to their human form.
Slade pulled back and gave Oliver an odd look, blinking as the man took the packet from his hand.
Oliver poured the thick liquid on to his fingers and reached down, penetrating himself with the tip of his middle finger and working it inside with low moan.
Slade watched as the man beneath him entered himself, his body accepted it with ease. He licked his lips at the sight.
Slade kissed up Oliver's shoulder and neck before kissing his lips, helping to silence him. Even if they could both tell from the heart beats in the building, that no one was awake and no one was in hearing range for the most part.
As Oliver was working in a second finger, Slade figured he would help him out. Slade reached a hand down to cup Ollie's balls, rolling them in his grip. Oliver gasped in his mouth, shuddering as Slade pressed down on his perineum. He pushed the second finger in, followed by a third.
"If you push in further," Slade whispered into Oliver's ear. "You'll hit the prostate."
Oliver did as Slade said, he moved in further, as far as he could really go.
"Crook your fingers."
Oliver did so and after a little exploring... He found it.
Slade managed to cut off the load moan with his lips. He felt Oliver pull his hand back, Slade smirked into the kidd. It was a little nerve racking to give yourself such an intense pleasure. Slade pushed the man's hand forward, pushing his fingers inside. Oliver moaned and Slade rocked Ollie's hand into a gentle but quick pace. Oliver brush against that spot, pulling a sharp moan from his mouth.
After a few gentle pushes, Slade pulled his hand, unsurprised when Oliver out too, gripping his shoulders and wrapping his legs around Slade's arse to pull him closer.
Slade pecked his partner's lips as he straightened himself up to his entrance. His lips descended upon Oliver's when he pushed his inside, stopping when his head was all the way in. The first part was always the most difficult but given time to get used to it - due to their lack of sex for a few weeks- found Oliver pulling at Slade with his legs, wishing him further inside.
Slade grabbed Oliver's hips, pushing inside slowly, filling him, which had him moaning and whining softly. Slade felt like a hot rod inside of him, opening him up with his long thick cock. Oliver in term provided a tight heat that made the Australian want to roll his eyes into the back of his head.
He pushed in further, blanketing Ollie with his large form. Inch by inch, he filled the younger man, only a thin layer of latex separating them. Slowly but surely he filled Oliver, only stopping when his balls were pressing up against Oliver's backside.
Once Slade stopped, they pulled apart from their kiss.
Oliver smiled. "Hello."
Slade chuckled and kissed Ollie's forehead. "My Omega," He hummed, eyelid falling shut.
Oliver curled his arms around the Alpha's ribs. Relishing the warmth and closeness of his partner, the pleasure of having the man inside of him.
Slade pulled out, stopping just before the head of his cock and thrust into Oliver, starting with a slow pace which had Oliver's fingers gripping the bedding, balling it in his fists.
The bed was thankfully not full of springs, although there was still a distinctive creek as Slade rocked his hips, Oliver meeting him every time to make that feeling of having that spot inside of him pounded intensified, to get Slade deeper, as deep as he could possibly go. Had Oliver been able to keep himself quiet, he would have switched positions to being on his front, this allowed deeper penetration which he would never get from this position, but alas when having his arse being entered in any way, shape or form, quiet was not an option.
The rhythm built and built, prostate being battered, lips still joined, minds too fogged up with the feelings of sex to do any more than gasp, moan and groan into each other's mouth. As Oliver started his chorus of sharp whining moans, Slade knew the younger man was close. He took hold of him, working him till his climax. Slade's large tanned hand went over the head of Oliver's cock, to caught the warm white liquid. Oliver's warm tightness clamped around him with restricting pluses, it was all too much.
Slade collapsed onto his Omega, holding some of his weight up with his elbow but for the most part he was slumped over his partner.
Oliver huffed dramatically, a smile pulling at his lips. "Heavy~"
Slade lifted his elbow, dropping his full weight onto the taller man.
Ollie feigned being squashed with waving hands and soft breathless dying sounds, sounding pretty realistic as he was still catching his breath.
Slade just smirked, rolling off his partner. "How can you be so good at acting, yet so bad at lying?" he asked as he removed the condom, tucked himself in and zipped up his jeans. He then tied the condom and dropped it into a small bin in the en-suite Oliver was pointing to, before returning to the Queen sized bed.
Oliver turned onto his side, resting his head on Slade's chest. "I'm no good at multitasking. Being a hunter and not showing myself as a wolf is hard enough, throw being normal in front of everyone in to the mix and it's all too much."
Slade ran his hand through Oliver's shorn hair, almost feeling the phantom dread locks that he had not cut since leaving the island, choosing instead to tie the lot back into a loose pony tail. Not cutting hair during times of war was symbolic for many types of hunters, especially archers. He kept it after the island for the longest time, not wanting to forget those of their pack who had perished, only before he returned home did he give it up, to fit in, to seem like his old self, to seem normal.
"Then don't," Slade said, "Hide being a hunter and a wolf but don't hide who you are," he kissed Oliver temple.
Oliver looked up. "Being a hunter and a wolf is who I am," he reached a hand up to Slade's hair, dragging the back of his fingers over Slade's greying hair. "But you, and the kids. I have no intention of hiding."
Slade smiled, eye falling shut. "Good."
"Although we will have to do a lot of acting and playing dumb if we want to sell it."
Slade smirked, chest shaking with a laugh. "Well you're a good actor and you can be pretty dense."
Oliver smacked him in the chest.
"Oliver!" Rose smiled brightly as Slade and Oliver entered the hotel room. She rushed over, pulling the blonde into a hug.
"It's good to see you too," Oliver looked over to where Grant was sitting on a sofa with Joe sitting on his knees, holding the younger child back and smirking as he tried to struggle out of his brother's grip.
"I think I'll have the next hug," Sara said, stepping out from the kitchen. She walked over, giving her friend a one-armed hug as Rose pulled away.
"Someone appears to be missing," Slade said to himself, rubbing his chin in thought as he shut the door.
Joe struggled harder and Grant finally released his brother, watching the kid sprint off and throw his arms around Oliver's shoulders, as the tall man had leant down to meet him, lifting the child up in the air with a laugh.
Joe wrapped his legs around Oliver, clinging on for dear life. Oliver held him tightly, spinning him around.
"I missed you too."
Grant strolled over to Oliver's, clapping a hand on his shoulder before heading to the kitchen. "Coffee?"
"Please," Oliver said. He knew that Grant had missed him too. He was not big on public shows of affection like his siblings but Oliver had no doubt that later on, maybe when they were watching cricket -which Slade and Grant were big fans of, and Oliver watched with them, even if it boarded him senseless- Grant would curled up into his side.
Oliver glanced over to Sara, who had a troubled look on her face. Lying she was good at, acting she was not.