Or maybe Jules was right but Hugh didn’t really care for him that way.
“All right,” Hugh said. His voice sounded strange. “Go lock the door.”
“Already did,” Eric said with a relieved smile, looking up.
Hugh’s face wasn’t expressionless, but it was hard for Eric to read it as the alpha stepped closer to him. He wished Hugh weren’t on suppressants and it were possible to gauge his mood through his scent.
“I’ll help you this time,” Hugh said, unfastening Eric’s pants. Eric attempted to help him, but Hugh didn’t allow him, undressing him below the waist much more efficiently than he ever could. “But this can’t be a long-term solution, Eri.”
Eric smiled breathlessly at him. “I know,” he said, wrapping his arms around the alpha’s neck and standing on his toes to kiss him on his stubbled cheek. Fuck, everything in him yearned to move his lips to Hugh’s mouth and devour it, press his body close and lose himself in this man, but he couldn’t. It would give away how much he wanted him. He wasn’t allowed to want him. He was supposed to sell that it was just a biological need and he was asking Hugh because he had no choice.
Hugh sighed, nuzzling his cheek for a moment before his hands moved lower and lifted Eric up onto his desk. “Spread your legs, sweetheart.”
The eagerness with which he did it was probably embarrassing. Looking down at his wantonly spread bare legs and Hugh’s clothed hips between them, Eric wet his lips. The contrast between the darkness of the fabric and his pale legs was weirdly arousing.
Eric squinted at the bulge at Hugh’s crotch, trying to figure out if Hugh was hard under the fabric, but his lack of experience made it difficult. Alphas were so well endowed that they were normally quite big even in an unaroused state, so it was… inconclusive. Eric wondered if he could get away with touching it. Probably not.
Hugh’s strong hand wrapped around Eric’s erection and gave it a few businesslike strokes, as if checking its stiffness. Eric bit his lip hard to stop himself from making any noise. They were at Hugh’s workplace. He didn’t want to get him in trouble.
“Not there,” he said, trying to push Hugh’s hand lower, where he ached for him the most.
Hugh gave a snort and didn’t budge. “You shouldn’t neglect your cock. It’s common for omegas to fixate on intercourse, but your penis can still give you a lot of pleasure.”
“I don’t need a lecture right now, doctor.”
“Don’t whine,” Hugh said, pecking him on the nose.
Eric had to violently quash the urge to close the distance between their mouths again. Gods, he wanted to kiss him so badly. So fucking badly. He wanted to consume him. Consume him and be consumed by him.
“Hugh,” he wheedled, giving him his most pathetic wide-eyed look. “Look, this is fine, but it really isn’t what I need.”
The alpha smiled, the way people smiled at something adorable but clueless, which might not be a good thing. He wanted to be seen as desirable, not adorable.
“I know what you need,” Hugh said before sinking to his knees. “But not appreciating a perfectly nice cock is a waste. And I’m going to teach you that.”
Before Eric could process what was happening, Hugh swallowed his cock into his mouth.
Eric gasped, his eyes going wide as saucers. Oh fucking gods. The heat and suction around his cock was incredible, but the firm, bossy way Hugh held his hips still, not allowing him to move, was even hotter. Eric moaned, spreading his legs wider and burying his fingers in Hugh’s hair. Fuck, fucking fuck. It felt so good, but fuck, it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t what he needed, no matter how good it felt. He felt so damn empty, aching with need. He was going to die if Hugh didn’t touch his hole.
Gripping Hugh’s hair, he pulled him off his stiff cock and pushed his face down, to where he needed him the most.
Hugh’s chuckle was muffled by his thigh, but he obliged, licking his opening.
Eric cried out, his hips bucking. “Ah! Please. Deeper, Hugh.”
Spreading his cheeks wider, Hugh buried his face against his ass, pushing his tongue into him. Eric went wild, writhing on Hugh’s tongue, his walls squeezing around it greedily. “Ah—ah—yes—yes—so good…”
“Quiet,” Hugh ordered before going back to tongue-fucking him.
Eric shoved his own fingers into his mouth to muffle his noises, but it didn’t seem to work. It only turned him on more, and he moaned around his fingers, his other hand pushing Hugh’s face against his hole, wanting, needing him deeper. He muffled his noises to the best of his ability, but he couldn’t muffle the lewd sounds his sloppy hole made. He was absolutely leaking. Hugh’s face was probably coated in his slick.
Eric looked down, and the sight of Hugh’s dark head and wide shoulders between his spread thighs was enough to push him over the edge. He came with a muffled cry, his hips still bucking involuntarily as he rode Hugh’s face.