It was probably embarrassing how quickly he melted into the embrace.
He didn’t care.
He buried his face in Anthony’s neck, closed his eyes, and breathed, shivering from how good it felt when Anthony’s arms around him tightened. Anthony was so wonderfully firm and strong without being ridiculously bulky like some alphas were. Liam couldn’t get enough, squirming closer until he was practically in Anthony’s lap.
“You’re not alone,” Anthony whispered, pulling him impossibly tighter, his strong hand running up and down Liam’s back.
Liam made a small sound that might have been a moan, hating himself for the way his perverted body was reacting to a gesture of comfort. His nipples were suddenly oversensitive and hard, rubbing against Anthony’s firm chest through the thin layers separating their skin.
Fuck, it was unbearable. He’d never loathed himself more, but he couldn’t make himself pull away, couldn’t stop himself from guiltily enjoying his brother’s embrace, couldn’t stop the slick from rapidly dampening his underwear.
He was surprised that Anthony wasn’t pushing him away in disgust. Was it possible his sense of smell was impaired? Surely he was reeking of want?
But Anthony still wasn’t pushing him away. Anthony shifted them slightly, arranging Liam across his lap, so that Liam was straddling his hips. Something rigid rubbed right between Liam’s legs, where he ached the most.
Liam’s eyes flew open. Wait. Was that…?
It was.
Anthony was hard. Hard.
That was why he wasn’t disgusted with him: he shared Liam’s perverse desires.
The realization was both frightening and exhilarating. This was sick, yes, but it was such a relief to know he wasn’t alone in this. His brother suffered from the same affliction. There was no need to hide this. They could deal with the problem like adults, talk about it and find a solution—
Anthony’s cock pushed right against his soaked hole, and Liam moaned into his neck, shuddering. They needed—they needed to talk about the issue and—
The cock ground against his hole again, making Liam lose his train of thought. Fuck, so good. But not enough. He couldn’t stand this fabric separating them.
As if hearing his dazed thoughts, Anthony slipped his hands lower, under the waistband of Liam’s pants, and cupped his bare cheeks.
Liam whined, all his senses focused on those hands, so close to where he wanted them, where he ached for them. We shouldn’t, he wanted to say, but all that left his mouth was, “Anthony.”
Anthony went rigid, as if he only then realized what he was doing. His scent soured with something—guilt?—and his hands stilled.
Liam made a frustrated sound, his reservations forgotten. “Please,” he said, squirming against the hard bulge under him. He would be ashamed later. Right now he felt like he would die if Anthony didn’t touch him where he wanted it the most.
“Li,” Anthony ground out, sounding pained.
“Please. I need…”
Anthony’s hands started moving again. They kneaded his cheeks before a finger pushed against the oversensitive hole between them.
Liam muffled his moan against Anthony’s neck. Part of him couldn’t believe it was really happening. How had they gone from brotherly comfort to Anthony stroking his wet hole? Fuck, they both were sick. They needed help. It was disgusting.
But it felt so good.
His eyes squeezed shut, Liam writhed against Anthony’s hand, practically riding it. His hole was pulsing hungrily, wanting something inside it.
Screw it, they were going to hell for this anyway.
Liam jerked at Anthony’s belt and scrambled for his zipper, pulling out the thick, hard length. He squeezed it, making Anthony groan. Fuck, the cock felt so good in his hand. Liam stroked it greedily while Anthony stroked his hole, both of them gasping and grunting, the sounds obscene in the dark, silent room. Part of him still couldn’t believe it was happening. He was a virgin. He’d never even been kissed. But there was a cock in his hand now. An alpha’s cock. Anthony’s cock.
He wanted it. Badly.
The darkness was what gave him the courage to do what he did. Liam lifted himself and aligned his aching hole against Anthony’s cock.
“Li,” Anthony gritted out, gripping his hips.
We shouldn’t.
The unsaid words hung heavy in the air.
“I know,” Liam mumbled, moaning as the cockhead rubbed against his oversensitive, needy hole. “Just once? No one will know. Give it to me.”
Cursing under his breath, Anthony jerked his hips up and Liam let out a long moan as he was impaled on the thick cock in one hard thrust.
So good. So fucking good.
Anthony gave him a moment to adjust before lifting him and dropping him back on his cock, then again and again. His strength was an enormous turn-on. Liam could only hold on, trying to muffle his moans into the alpha’s neck as Anthony fucked up into him—and fucked him up.
He had no idea how long it lasted.
At some point, Liam found himself coming, clenching hard around the cock in him, but Anthony didn’t stop. He continued fucking him until Liam wanted more again, moaning and meeting each thrust, greedy for it, needing more of that cock, harder, deeper, his nipples aching to be touched and sucked on. But Anthony didn’t touch them. In fact, the only place they were connected was the cock moving in his hole. They were fully dressed otherwise, their arms wrapped around each other in a mockery of a brotherly embrace as they tried to sate their perverse, sickening desires.