Marcus slammed the door shut behind him, the scent of his heat already thick in the air of the small apartment. "Fuck, alpha, I need that dick now," he growled, stripping off his shirt to reveal smooth dark skin stretched over hard muscle.
Jamal stood there, nostrils flaring, his thick cock already tenting his jeans at the sight of the omega's ass cheeks flexing as he bent over the couch.
"Get on your knees and suck it like the hungry omega you are," Jamal ordered, voice low and rough. Marcus dropped fast, yanking down the alpha's zipper and pulling out that heavy black dick, veins pulsing, head slick with precum. He wrapped his lips around it, sucking hard, tongue swirling while saliva dripped down the shaft. Jamal grabbed the back of his head and thrust deep, fucking his throat until Marcus gagged and moaned around the girth.
"Turn around. Show me that wet hole," Jamal said, pulling out with a wet pop. Marcus obeyed, spreading his cheeks wide, the slick from his omega heat running down his thighs. Jamal spat on it and shoved two fingers in, pumping hard and fast, stretching the tight ring. "This pussy's dripping for my knot. You want it bad, don't you?"
"Yes, fuck me open," Marcus begged, pushing back on the fingers. Jamal lined up his cock and slammed in balls-deep in one thrust, the wet slap echoing off the walls. He pounded relentlessly, skin on skin, Marcus's hole gripping and sucking at every inch. The omega's moans turned to shouts as Jamal angled to hit that spot inside, each thrust making his own cock bounce and leak.
Jamal flipped him onto his back on the floor, legs spread wide, and kept driving in. Sweat beaded on their dark bodies, muscles flexing with every grind. "Gonna knot you full," he grunted, swelling at the base. Marcus clawed at his back, begging for it, until the knot popped inside and locked them together. Jamal came hard, flooding the omega's guts with hot cum while Marcus shot ropes across his own stomach.
They stayed locked, grinding slow through the aftershocks, the heat still pulsing but satisfied for now. Jamal kissed him deep, tasting sweat and need. "Next round, you ride it," he promised, and Marcus grinned, already clenching around the knot.
