Out of Bounds

12

"f*****g f**k," Archer cursed as Shiloh's tongue rolled over his d**k, savoring it like a lollipop. Archer grabbed a handful of Shiloh's hair and slowly guided his head, bobbing it in and out at a steady pace. Archer closed his eyes as the intensity hit him, his breathing growing heavier.

"You're f*****g good at this," Archer said hoarsely, wiping the saliva from the corner of Shiloh's mouth with his thumb. "Now, get up. I don't want to c*m in your mouth," he added.

Shiloh slowly pulled away and followed his instruction. The heat still hadn't subsided, even though they were already on their third round. His body still craved more, his mind clouded with nothing but the need for Archer.

"Alexii, look at me," Archer said firmly.

Shiloh lifted his gaze and looked at him. Archer couldn't help but cup his face gently in his hands. Shiloh's eyes were glazed and filled with raw lust, and Archer could clearly see it.

This wasn't the same fiery, stubborn Shiloh he was used to.

"Please... Archer, f-f**k me more," Shiloh begged breathlessly, leaning forward as he tried to kiss him.

"I will," Archer murmured, stopping him just for a second. "But once your heat subsides, we'll go to my uncle, okay?" he whispered.

Shiloh nodded quickly, though Archer already knew he would probably forget the conversation by morning.

Archer took hold of his d**k and slowly inserted himself inside Shiloh. Both of them moaned at the sensation, their bodies reacting instantly to the warmth and tightness.

Archer began thrusting in and out while Shiloh groaned and moaned beneath him, his back arching slightly with every movement. Archer grabbed Shiloh’s hand and intertwined their fingers, pinning it gently against the bed as he leaned down to kiss him, his lips brushing against Shiloh’s neck while his other hand toyed with his n****e through his shirt.

"Ohhhh—" Shiloh whimpered, grabbing a fistful of Archer’s hair as Archer thrust deeper and harder inside him.

Shiloh wrapped his legs around Archer’s waist, pulling him even closer while soft moans escaped his lips.

"Do you want me to knot you? Remove your legs, baby," Archer commanded in a serious tone.

Knotting was a natural part of Alpha biology. During s*x, the base of an Alpha’s d**k would swell into a knot at the height of climax, temporarily locking them together with their partner. With Shiloh in heat, the chances of pregnancy were high, and Archer didn’t want that. He couldn’t afford to be careless.

"Please," Shiloh pleaded breathlessly, making Archer curse under his breath.

Of course Shiloh would want it. He was in a haze, completely consumed by lust. But once he sobered up, he would surely get angry.

"No," Archer said firmly, making Shiloh whimper in frustration.

Instead, Archer quickened his pace and leaned down to kiss him hard on the lips. The heat between them intensified as Archer felt himself getting closer.

He began thrusting deeper and faster, each movement drawing louder moans from Shiloh. Hearing those sounds only pushed Archer further.

"I'm—"

"I'm almost there too, baby," Archer whispered against his lips.

Shiloh cried out softly as he came, his body trembling while Archer continued thrusting through it, groaning deeply.

"f**k," Archer muttered as he finally reached his climax.

For a moment, the room was filled only with the sound of their heavy breathing. Panting, Archer looked down to check on Shiloh and noticed that he had already drifted into sleep, his body finally exhausted from the heat. Archer let out a quiet sigh before carefully pulling out.

"Now you left me to sleep," Archer muttered, shaking his head. He grabbed some cleaning supplies and started taking care of Shiloh, wiping him down and making sure he was comfortable. Then he cleaned up the mess they had left in the living room and bedroom, every spill and disarray carefully straightened.

Once everything was done, Archer quickly showered and returned to Shiloh. He lay down next to him, pulled the blanket over them, lowered the AC’s temperature, and wrapped Shiloh closer to him. The warmth and calmness lulled him back to sleep.

Morning came, and Archer was the first to wake. He glanced at Shiloh, who was lightly snoring beside him, and chuckled. Leaning down, he planted a soft peck on Shiloh’s lips before quietly getting out of bed to prepare breakfast. Luckily, it was the weekend. The Brighton Raptors didn’t have training, though Archer didn’t know about Shiloh’s school schedule.

Archer prepared a light breakfast: scrambled eggs, whole grain toast, and a smoothie made with milk and banana. The aroma filled the condo, subtle but enticing.

Meanwhile, Shiloh slowly stirred awake in the bedroom. His eyes fluttered open, and the first thing he did was search for his phone. When he couldn’t find it, he sat up and rubbed his bleary eyes, still groggy from sleep.

"What the hell," he muttered as fragments of last night’s memories started flashing through his mind. The images of how he begged Archer made him want to hide under a rock. He groaned, burying his face in his hands.

"f*****g i***t!" he whispered to himself, running a hand through his messy hair.

Shiloh got up, grabbed Archer’s bathrobe, and wrapped it around himself. The smell of breakfast hit his nose, and his stomach growled in response. He shuffled toward the kitchen, still cursing himself under his breath.

"What are you cooking?" he asked when he saw Archer doing something.

"Some eggs, whole grain toast, and smoothie," he said and pointed to the ones already cooked on the table. "Eat first. You guys have training?" he asked. Shiloh shook his head and sat.

"No," he replied. "Stathmore's off on weekends," he added and started eating. Archer's phone vibrated, and he sat in front of Shiloh and opened the message sent from their group chat.

"Hey, guys! Have you seen this new post on the group? Seems like Stathmore caught an omega with them!"

Archer's brow furrowed and looked at Shiloh. Was his cover already blown? But when Archer saw the photo, his heart settled down. It wasn't Shiloh.

"Go to Uncle later," Archer said.

"Yeah, I will," Shiloh replied, not opening what happened last night. He won't admit it, but he was thankful it was Archer who he was with last night, because if it wasn't, he doesn't know what would happen.