Andem didn't even care if there was anyone in the box-room as he burst in, pulling Nsemeke along with him and attacking his lips with as much enthusiasm as he could muster. He tugged at his pants as Nsemeke pulled off his shirt.
Andem pulled Nsemeke back for a kiss just as Nsemeke was trying to get at his jeans which caused both of them to fall over in the small room. Andem laughed but continued to kiss, hoping to not waste any time now that he was here.
This wasn't Nsemeke's first time and it showed in the way he took control of the situation, backing off the kiss and pressing forward, confusing and exciting Andem so that he was turned on but a little annoyed at the turn of events. This might be his first time but Andem knew who the alpha was between the two of them. There was no reason why he should be straddled and poked and controlled like Nsemeke was doing at the moment.
Pushing over, he pressed Nsemeke down onto the floor, taking control and reveling in Nsemeke's shocked freeze before he finally gave up and just let Andem be in charge. He finally had Nsemeke beneath him and there was so much that they could do. Except, this wasn't what he wanted. Exactly.
"Wait. Wait," he said, pulling away from Nsemeke's puckered lips in regret.
"What is it?" Nsemeke asked breathlessly.
"We shouldn't… not tonight," Andem said.
"Are you kidding me?" Nsemeke asked, nudging Andem with his hard-on. "We've come this far."
"I know," Andem said, trying not to spook Nsemeke away. He felt like smacking his head on the ground because every time he managed one step ahead with Nsemeke, he always succeeded in taking a dozen steps backward. "There are other things we can do. I don't want to pressure you."
As much as he wanted to do everything with Nsemeke, he couldn't get the image of that first day in Nsemeke's room, out of his mind. Everything they did, he wanted it to feel like it was something Nsemeke wanted to do too. Without pressure.
"Pressure me?" Nsemeke laughed. But it was a tired and frustrated laugh. He sighed and lay back on the floor as Andem slowly followed till they were lying side by side. "It's not that at all. Trust me."
"Okay," Andem said. "I trust you."
Nsemeke made a sound like an injured animal.
"I don't want to talk about this," Nsemeke said and looked at Andem.
"If it's making you uncomfortable then-"
Nsemeke shoved his hands into Andem's underwear and Andem's brain stopped working as Nsemeke climbed over him again. He kissed Andem, still moving his hands up and down his dick slowly and tightly as Andem's hips began to meet him with every rub, wistfully seeking completion.
He groaned when he felt the familiar swell begin and his eyes flew open in protest because that was not supposed to be happening. Not now. He wasn't in a rut and he wasn't inside of someone or his rut-buddy and this was not… oh god… this was not the place for this to be happening.
"Shit, Andem," Nsemeke said, breaking the kiss as he looked down between them to where the head of Andem's dick was forming a bulb. "It's just a hand job," Nsemeke sounded like he couldn't believe it. "Your knot is… wow."
It wasn't his fault he couldn't control the damn thing. This was his first hand job. EVER! From another human being. It wasn't his fault if his knot wanted in on that action too.
"Where's your rut-buddy?" Nsemeke asked.
"In the… in the…" He said, pointing at the corner where he was sure the rut-buddy lived beside a tube of lube.
Nsemeke climbed off of him as he left and then returned as he pulled open the cap and he took Andem's almost sensitive dick in his hand and then pressed the small swelling of the head onto the rut-buddy's mouth.
"GOD OF MERCY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Andem shouted, tearing up and squeezing his eyes shut in pain.
"Shhhhhhh," Nsemeke urged. "Just breathe. It'll feel better in a second."
And truly, after Nsemeke forced the head past the mouth and Andem lay, dick-seated in the rut-buddy, everything felt amazing again. Nsemeke kissed him again holding the rut-buddy for Andem so that all he had to do was place his hands on Nsemeke's shoulders and fuck into it with joy. With his lips on Nsemeke's, Nsemeke's scent in the air, and his dick about to be sated, Andem found his mind drifting to the possibility that he was not fucking a rut-buddy but was happily knotting the guy on top of him.
He was knotting Nsemeke. Yes. He was knotting Nsemeke. This was happening. And it was real. And he was going to cum so hard it would hurt so sweet. And he would-
Andem came, body jerking as he tensed all over and released into the rut-buddy.
Finally, he began to slow to a stop, feeling his limbs laze out and his eyes droop in happy fatigue. He groaned when Nsemeke rolled off onto his back with a smile on his face.
"Why the hell did you try to knot my hand?" Nsemeke asked, laughing as Andem's shame returned.
"I'm sorry."
"Hey. No apologies. A guy could always use the ego boost."
"I'm still sorry."
He turned over and lay almost across Nsemeke as he buried his nose in Nsemeke's neck.
"How long do you last?"
"An Hour. An hour and a half."
"Oh my god." He laughed at him. "You'll fall asleep with a rut-buddy on your dick."
"It was your fault anyway. I never knot unless I'm rutting."
"Really?" Nsemeke looked at him in shock. "Only during your rut. Wow."
They lay in silence for a bit before Nsemeke hissed and tugged his underwear off.
"You are so rude," he commented, confusing Andem before he was climbing Andem for the fourth time in one night. "You didn't even offer to get me off."
He began to answer but then stopped short because Nsemeke seemed to have some weirdness on his mind as he kept shifting up till his dick was right in Andem's face.
"What?" Andem asked, honestly not sure what was happening.
Nsemeke grunted in frustration and he wiggled his hips over Andem's head Andem –fool that he is- finally got it. He opened his mouth as Nsemeke moaned, lowering his dick between Andem's waiting lips.
He didn't know what to expect because he honestly never thought he'd have someone's dick in his mouth, but something about Nsemeke's just made him want to suck. And when he finally did, causing Nsemeke to quiver on top of him as he mewled his appreciation, Andem grabbed Nsemeke's hips and sucked again.
And again.
And again.
And not long after, Nsemeke was cumming, still shaking and moaning, his fingers in Andem's hair as Andem held on so tightly, he knew he must be hurting Nsemeke. But, God help him, he couldn't stop. Everything about the situation was turning him on more than he'd ever imagined and his recently spent dick was starting to stir.
Which was not a good idea because he needed to get to work. The last thing he needed was to extend his knot beyond how late he was.
So Andem was stuck, enjoying Nsemeke's concentrated musk and sucking as if his life depended on it, while at the same time, trying to keep his reducing knot from changing its mind.
When he began to feel Nsemeke grow pliant as he melted on top of Andem, he slowly and carefully turned them over, laying Nsemeke on his back. Andem could only assume he was being thankful because if Nsemeke's reaction was anything to go by, he must have done pretty well for his first time.
"You're welcome," Andem said.
Laughing, Nsemeke tried to get up, but then he melted right back down to the floor.
"We really shouldn't be doing all this in the room where we keep our clothes."
"I'll air it out in the morning." Andem knew he was smiling like an imbecile and basking in some un-alpha-ly glow of after-sex. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to feel embarrassed about it.
Nsemeke groaned as he sat up. "I'm not sleeping on the floor."
"Hey," Andem said, sitting up.
"I'm still in work clothes. I'm not going to bed with cum all over me."
Nsemeke got to his knees, looking around for his underwear and trousers. He sat on the floor and started to dress but when he stood to wear his trousers, his wallet fell from his back pocket.
"Help me," he said to Andem, who was still boneless on the floor and tied to his rut-buddy.
Lazily, he reached for the wallet that lay open on the ground, revealing slots of colorful cards and a transparent pouch that revealed Nsemeke's national ID card. Smiling and looking for what to tease, Andem took the card out as he handed the wallet to Nsemeke, knowing that no one –not even Nsemeke- could escape looking stupid or dubious or insult-worthy in a passport photograph.
"You do not look adorable," Andem commented as Nsemeke smirked.
"No one does."
He was about to agree when his eyes trailed right to the spot above Nsemeke's name where he was sure he would find a tiny but visible beta sign but…
No way. What?
He sat up and cleaned his eyes. Because it really couldn't be.
"You're an uber?" Andem whispered, unable to believe what he was seeing. "YOU'RE A FUCKING UBER-ALPHA?"