Brent moved to Will’s other nipple, eliciting several more thirsty sounds and exclamations that Will had not planned to make. 

As Will petted and stroked Brent’s sculpted upper body, he noted with satisfaction that he seemed to have the power to make goosebumps rise and muscles twitch. At least he wasn’t alone in his inability to play it cool. He tried one last time to provide a full-service experience for Brent, slowly slipping his fingertips into the waistband of Brent’s pants to just brush the plush skin of the tip of his cock. Brent groaned and threw his head back, clearly enjoying Will’s touch, but he nevertheless moved Will’s hand back to his chest.

Weird, but ok? Guess I won’t try that again.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to overstep. If you don’t want me to touch your cock, then I won’t do it again,” he apologized.

“Don’t apologize, it feels incredible when you touch me,” Brent assured him.

“Well then, why can’t I…?”

“You first,” said Brent firmly, "I will… Lose focus if I let you touch me like that." He bent to kiss the skin just above Will’s navel, making him shiver, his abs tightening and twitching. “Can I kiss you here?”

Will’s cock was punching against the front of his pants in a way that was anything but subtle, and he was so turned on that there was a wet spot on the fabric where pre-come had saturated it. He was perfectly happy to go first, and unlike Brent, he absolutely wanted to have his dick touched.

“Yes.”

Brent tongued his navel as Will sank his fingers into the big shoulder. “Ahh-hh-h.” His balls were beginning to feel like lead weights as his cock jerked against its fabric restraints.

“Here?” asked Brent, using the bridge of his nose to brush the trail of dark hair that ran from Will’s navel to the waistband of his pants.

“Yes.” Will’s back arched to push his body against the heat of Brent’s mouth as his fingers sank through the dark grey wool of Will’s trousers and into the cheeks of his ass, holding him in place. 

Kneeling on the floor, Brent pushed Will’s thighs apart and moved between them, so fucking tall that he was practically still eye-level with his seated partner. His big hands went to the waistband of Will’s trousers.

“Here?” he verified before starting to unfasten.

We get it, Brent, you’re more polite than I am.

“Yes.” Will confirmed, hips lifting, betraying his eagerness to have his clothing out of the way.

Staring down intently, Brent tugged the waistband open and slowly lowered the zipper. 

Will watched in fascination, as if he’d never had a man undress him before, which was not the case. He’d never had a gorgeous, massive Alphan Viking god’s perfect mouth on him before, however, and he never would again, so he didn’t want to miss any part of the experience.

Brent dragged his trousers off, leaving Will’s damp black boxer briefs in place, which Will considered to be more frustrating than considerate. The anticipation was killing him. His cock was twitching, desperate for attention, and he could feel the pre-come cooling on his belly. 

He suspected Brent was dragging things out on purpose, toying with him. The suspicion was confirmed when Brent put both hands on his thighs, slowly sliding them upwards instead of getting down to business. As the heat of Brent’s hands moved ever closer to his aching cock and balls, Will groaned. When, finally, he felt that heat through the thin fabric of his underwear, covering and enclosing him in a warm grip, he abandoned all pride and pushed himself against Brent's hand with fierce energy.

“Unnh. Brent! Touch me. Put your mouth on me. Just… Please.”

Will held Brent’s eyes and saw that he had once again missed his window to find out what color they were. They were now a molten, shimmering amber color—Alphan gold. He’d seen it before, mostly when he’d had to slap handcuffs—not in a fun way—onto some riled-up Alphan suspect. 

Well, it wasn’t fun for the suspect in question, but Will had always found it rather enjoyable when some violent asshole got a taste of powerlessness. Occasionally, he’d see the eyes go when an Alpha started to lose it during questioning, too. It was actually an incredibly useful adaptation from an LEO’s perspective. It let him see when he was getting in someone’s head. 

This Alphan gold hit different, though. These eyes were not looking at him with anger, they were looking at him with hunger. So much hunger that a shiver ran through him. He got slightly nervous about what would happen next, pulse ticking up, but he made himself stare back, not giving an inch, not backing down. You couldn’t back down with Alphas.

“You’re stunning,” Brent said, simply.

Will jerked in surprise. 

Every time he thought he knew who this guy was, he got it wrong. He wasn’t used to getting people wrong. He could read most people easily. It was his job to read people. He and Brent just weren’t settling into a recognizable pattern, though—Brent kept doing things that were affectionate. He kept letting himself be vulnerable. It made things seem like they were real.

Will didn’t want to confuse this hook-up with a thing that was real.

“So suck my cock, then,” Will said, trying to force things back into more comfortable, familiar territory.

Brent’s eyes flashed at this. Annoyance? Arousal? “Planning on it, but I wanted to enjoy the view for a second.”

Will made a sound that he hoped sounded cynical and mildly derisive, but could feel himself blushing again, which, frustratingly, negated his air of detachment. 

Then he caught himself apologizing for the cool rejoinder he’d been proud of making as he’d said it. “Sorry, that was rude. I don’t take compliments well.”

“I’m getting that. Too bad—you probably get a lot of them. I mean my compliments, though, so let’s see what else you have going on that’s worthy of sincere praise. I’ll try to keep my praise on the inside, but it may be… Difficult.” 

Hooking his fingers in the waistband of Will’s boxers, he dragged them down, holding Will’s eyes the entire time. Will found himself unable to break off the eye contact, holding his breath, waiting to see Brent’s reaction when he looked down, trying to hide his own excitement.

Finally, Brent looked. He made no attempt to hide his appreciation. Color flooded the skin of his cheeks and his pupils expanded as he let out a little huff. 

Will found that he wanted to hear whatever Brent was thinking, and regretted having discouraged him from offering feedback. 

Damn it. What in the hell is this?