Page 15 of The Pregnant Wolf Omega Next Door

Emre came so hard, he landed on his dildo and spasmed, his insides clutching around the toy, begging for cum it wasn’t going to give.

I need your cum,Emre thought. He shoved his hand against his mouth so the words wouldn’t come out. He didn’t want Zenith to know he was listening to those slick sounds, the sound of his fist on his cock.

He worked himself on that toy for a long while, then freed its suction base and held it to keep it buried, shuffling awkwardly to where he had hidden his other toy. This new toy was shorter. But its most important feature was the big knot at its base, small enough that it could fit into his hole, but wide enough that he would still feel it.

Emre slid the first toy out and pushed the knotted dildo against his entrance, breathing out as he waited for his muscles to stretch, to fit the knot.

Then it was inside him, snug behind his rim, flared base keeping it in place.

Emre sat back down and almost howled when the silicone knot shoved against his prostate. He made soft whimpering sounds, grinding down on the toy and swallowing his scream as he came.

The slick sounds in the other apartment grew faster, more desperate. Emre kept on listening. He imagined Zenith in his bed, fucking into his fists as he leaked precum everywhere, eager to fill Emre’s hole. He squirmed and rode the knotted toy harder, his thighs shaking as he brought himself off again.

Suddenly, Zenith gave a muffled roar. His bedsprings squeaked extra loud, and stopped.

Oh gods, he came.

Emre flushed all over, imagining the amount of cum that Zenith was probably shooting everywhere. The smell of it, musky and deep.I want it inside me.He squirmed and rocked back onto his toy, back and forth to keep the pressure against his prostate.

For a long while, neither of them made a sound. Then there was some rustling, as though Zenith was cleaning up.

Okay. Maybe now Zenith would sleep, and he wouldn’t hear Emre jerking off for the rest of the night.

Emre waited for Zenith’s sounds to wind down. When the bedsprings creaked for the final time, Emre relaxed, rocking himself on his toy.

He’d been going at it for some minutes when Zenith’s breathing hitched, and his bedsprings squeaked.

Emre froze. He waited for a while. Then he started back up, rubbing his own cock because it was hard again. He worked himself on the silicone knot until his breathing grew uneven.

Only to realize that Zenith’s breathing was ragged too, and the slick sounds had started up again.

Emre grew so hot between his legs, he almost moaned.

Was Zenith listening to him? Or was he just horny like Emre, and he couldn’t stop jerking off?

Emre bit his lip, swearing to himself that he would stay silent. Maybe Zenith didn’t know he was listening, and tomorrow they could pretend that none of this had happened.

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BROTHERLY ADVICE

Zenith paced for a long time,torn between following his instincts, and his logical mind.

He had a book to finish.

He had a hoard to amass.

And yet he had stayed up half the night listening to Emre, his fingers wrapped tight around his own cock.

It had been hours of Emre whimpering, slick sounds pulling Zenith’s balls so tight, he’d throbbed every time Emre moaned.

Emre needed so much more than a sex toy. He didn’t have stamina. He had run out of energy trying to work his dildo, flopping onto the floor and panting for a long while, before starting up again.

Zenith had listened, at first out of curiosity, then because he had grown unbearably hard. Then he had jerked off guiltily with Emre’s moans in his ears and drifted back to sleep, only to listen in when Emre continued to jerk off.

The sheer number of times Emre had brought himself off... He had sounded like an omega in heat. Zenith had come over and over, and he had beenso closeto going next door and offering his services—only for the sex sounds to vanish. Turned out, Emre had fallen asleep and left him with an aching hard-on.

I’m not ready for him,Zenith reminded himself.My hoard isn’t big enough.