Short, sorry

The moment my eyes open, I feel the sweat clinging to my skin and the feeling of my wet underwear only makes me clench my jaw harder than before. A fever is running through my blood and I'm stealing Dallon's warmth.

Heat.

I don't want to wake up Dallon, so instead, I crawl out of bed, exhausted, and strip off my underwear, throwing it in the dirty laundry before heading to the bathroom and slipping into the shower with some cold water, jerking off almost immediately. I throw my head back against the tile, moaning out in pleasure as I imagine it's Dallon doing this instead of me, his tall lanky frame, brown hair, hooded eyes...

I feel his hand over mine not long after and jump, opening my eyes wide.

"A-Alpha, I..."

"Shh," Dallon hushes, moving my hand away and slowly stroking me, "I know."

He drops to his knees and looks up at me as he takes me in his mouth, hands leaving bruises on my thighs as he licks up my precum and watches my legs shake.

With how hard I am, it doesn't take long for me to cum, spilling down his throat and crying out at the feeling.

"You need me to call in?" He asks softly.

"Yes, please," I pant.

Dallon kisses me gently, "I love you, Trick."

"Love you, too."