“You stink of him,” Casey grumbled.

“I brought you a present,” Georgie offered as distraction, singing his words.

“My brother’s scent?”

“This jumper! Isn’t it nice? It just had a little rip but your mother fixed it – look!”

“Will it fit?” They had long grown too broad for most pack hand-me-downs.

“Only one way to find out!” He tossed the jumper at him and leapt onto the bed, swinging his feet over the edge. “Strip, mate!”

Casey’s grin returned as he threw off his t-shirt to Georgie’s appreciative whistles and self-fanning. “Hmm…” He fought to get anything beyond the head hole to fit. That was fine, his face and his abs were Georgie’s two favourite parts of him. “It’s not going to work…”

“Oh no. What a shame. Take it off. And the rest.” He directed him with a stern finger, pointing at everything he wanted off.

“You don’t want dinner first?” he asked, somehow both bewildered and eager.

Georgie pulled his head free of his top. “You don’t want to eat me?”

“Good point.”

He kissed Georgie down flat, fussing at his shorts until they were untied and thrown to the floor. His erection was already bumping his leg as he worked, his lust for him heady. Georgie’s rose in response.

“And…” Georgie moaned against the corner of his mouth. His undies were already gone. “And I want your knot.”

Casey stiffened. Well, the rest of him. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Sure?”

Georgie nodded. “I’m an alpha mate, I can take it!”

“Hmm.” He didn’t seem entirely convinced, it almost offended him. It would have if Casey’s thoughtful frown weren’t so cute, that was.

“You don’t think I’m- Ah!” Two fingers were peeling his hole open.

“It gets big,” Casey warned him, sliding a long digit through his own juices before sinking it inside. “Bigger than I realised it would before I saw it for the first time.”

“Mmm-” Georgie rolled his hips back defiantly. “What? I need training for it like the sex Olympics or something?”

He added another and Georgie’s ass squeezed back against him desperately. “What’s the rush?” How he could keep his head at a time like this was beyond him. Georgie wanted ravishing – that was the rush!

“I still haven’t had one and I’ve been twenty-one for weeks!”

“Weeks.” Casey groaned into his neck. “I waited for you for months.” His mouth slid down, trailing the dip between his pecs, his navel, the thin thatch of hair before his straining dick.

“Ex-” Georgie gasped at his tongue digging between his cheeks. “Exactly!” He ground against it, urging him back to the cock he’d slipped over. “Why torture either of us any longer?”

A grumbling laugh between his legs caused a twitch through them. He lapped at his sensitive crown roughly, shoving his to the edge with the tip of his tongue. The fingers inside him were just bobbing for the sake of pleasure rather than stretching now. Georgie could take his dick just fine… well, up until a certain point.

He snatched Casey’s hair as he came, holding his hot tongue in just the right place, feeling it flick his head endlessly… at least until he collapsed and opened his fingers.

“So demanding.” Casey sounded strangely impressed, and pressed Georgie’s thighs open wider, his thumbs digging into the squidgy skin there. His body wasn’t built to be hard and ridged like an alpha’s, it was meant to be soft and malleable under big, strong hands-

Pleasure rocketed through him, beginning where his mate had just sunk his length inside of his warmth. Most of it. Enough to make little mewling noises fall from his lips.

“And I’m demanding-”

“Yeah yeah,” he laughed, sinking a little further and still not enough. “I know what you want.”

“Not a want,” Georgie argued between the wet sounds of his body receiving him and desperately trying not to let him go. His hole clung to him. “A need.”

The bulbous root of his cock finally breached him with a stretching sensation that caught his breath. “A demand?”

“Yes!” he squealed, tucking his heels at Casey’s lower back to trap him. That was the knot’s job, but it hadn’t blown yet. His legs were no match for alpha hips and Casey pulled free, only to dip back in (with some mild exertion to get it in again each time) and tease him with it. “D-don’t pull out.”

Casey grinned wolfishly down at him. “I have to pull out, that’s how sex works.” He toyed with his nipples as he teased him with his words. “You push in and you pull out.” He punctuated the explanation with thrusts, hitting Georgie right in the sweet spot that rolled his eyes back for a moment.

“Casey!” he laughed, only it quickly turned into another sultry moan. He fought to keep his gaze on him squarely, without roaming to the rafters. “I mean, don’t pull out when you come.”

He tilted his head, like a curious puppy, as though uncertain whether Georgie was really sure about this but unwilling to ask the question. He kept pounding into him, though, filling him with hard heat and the room with long groans.

“You’re already so fucking tight…”

“Casey-”

He sped up, something sending a jolt through him, he was close. His pout of concentration would be adorable if he weren’t rutting his so hard and fast and so obviously at the end of his tether and… suddenly Georgie wasn’t so sure he knew what he was asking for. He’d never done it and he only knew one person who had. He couldn’t ask Alpha Mate Lara for advice on such a thing it was-

“W-wait!” he babbled.

“Georgie!” Casey gasped, juddering back out as best he could. He was so close, teetering on a thin line.

The emptiness was awful. “No! I want it!”

Casey squeezed his eyes shut and Georgie felt his cock twitch inside of him. “Georgie!”

“I’m sorry!”

“I’m gonna-”

“Please, alpha,” he breathed, “knot me!”

“Fuck-” He gritted his teeth and glared darkened emerald eyes at him. And his knot slammed back inside, swelling so suddenly it stopped Georgie’s heart. At least, it felt like it, like he could only sense his mate’s heartbeat. It throbbed a beat that matched the waves of his orgasm, sending his head rocking back and his thighs twitching around his enormous mate and the enormous knot plugging him. It seemed like so much more cum than usual, like Casey had been holding back before. It wasn’t possible, that was stupid…

As his senses returned to him, a mild soreness did too. It ached where he was being held open, not even an inch inside, and pressed against in all directions.

“Are- are you okay?” Casey whispered. He’d gripped the bedding either side of his head so hard it had pulled most of it into the centre with them like a black hole.

“Yeah.”

“You sure?”

Georgie nodded.

“Does it hurt?” The words came out so weak and worried he wanted to lie.

Georgie nodded again.

He sunk over him, dropping his head shamefully. “I’m sorry, we don’t have to do it again, I-”

“Casey!” Georgie scolded, picking his chin back up in his palms. “It’s just a little sore, I’ll get used to it.”

“Do you want me to stay still?” There was a sleepiness in his eyes now, but he wouldn’t admit to Georgie that he wanted to roll them over.

“Try to lie down, I’ll tell you if it’s awful.”

There was a pulling pressure as he moved, horrendously slowly, onto his side and took Georgie with him. No pain, though.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, that wasn’t bad at all.”

He smiled, wary, knowing Georgie probably wouldn’t complain. “Good. It’ll go down soon…” He was caught in a yawn that quickly infected Georgie too. He snuggled into the bunched blankets and hooked his leg over Casey’s hip, happy to settle for the night.

“Thank you, I’m so glad I got my first knot.”

Casey rolled his eyes but his prideful smile was undeniable. And his shaft stirred a little inside of him. Georgie gave him a disapproving look. He’d had quite enough for tonight.

His top was crumpled beside the pillows, striped white and navy. The patched up line was black. Casey tapped at the stitches in the sleeve. “You get this fixed at the mending meet?”

“Uh…” Georgie dropped his eyes. “No, Cove fixed it for me.”

He stilled. “Right.”

“Let’s get some sleep,” he murmured.

His agreement came in his eventual soft snores. Not long after, his knot slid free.