Carson wasn't lying when he said Kyle smelled amazing. Kyle's scent was fucking delectable. It was almost overwhelming, even amongst the many scents permeating through the streets. It wasn't far from Kyle's regular scent--like apples and cinnamon--but it was heightened, more intense, and Carson was hooked.

The walk to Kyle's house felt like an eternity, even though he knew, rationally, it was maybe a ten-minute walk from the bar. He refused to let go of Kyle's hand, partly because it felt good--Kyle's hand was soft, warm, and Carson honestly didn't want to let go--but also partly because he was afraid Kyle would run away from him if he did let go.

Kyle hadn't said anything since they'd left the bar, and it was unsettling. Carson wanted to hear his voice, wanted to make sure that Kyle wanted this as much as he wanted it.

And fuck, did he ever want it. Did he ever want Kyle.

In a lot of ways, Carson felt like this knowledge should freak him out more. This was Kyle, his best friend. He wasn’t supposed to want Kyle, wasn’t supposed to feel this intense, almost breathtaking need for the man. Why wasn’t he more surprised at this sudden change? Carson should be feeling like he was out of his depth. Like he was drowning, except he didn’t. Far from it, and the more he thought about it, the more everything made sense.

Kyle had always been special to him. Carson had omega friends before--he was close friends with Andre and Mark and he'd worked with other omegas in the past. But Kyle was different. His relationship with Kyle was different, and he was starting to see that maybe, just maybe, he'd been ignoring what was right in front of him all along.

He still couldn't believe he was about to spend Kyle's heat with him.

There was a small part of him that was anxious. He wasn't experienced with men, having dated women exclusively in the past. Like the women he'd dated, though, none of them compared to Kyle. Kyle was in a whole different league from everyone else, and Carson wondered why he’d never acknowledged that before.

They finally reached Kyle's home, and Carson's anxiety was replaced with longing. Want. Kyle's scent was even more pronounced now, and it made him a little unsteady.

"Fuck, Kyle," he murmured involuntarily when they'd closed the door behind them. Carson crowded into Kyle's space, locking him in on the wall, his arms on either side of him. "I can't believe--you don't know how you smell like right now. Fuck."

Kyle colored, his cheeks flushed. "It's just heat pheromones," he said softly, sounding uncertain.

"Maybe, but it doesn't change the fact that you smell fucking incredible. You smell like--" Like mine, Carson wanted to say, but he swallowed the word instead. Carson had never scented that on anyone before.

How could he have been so blind?

"You're making me feel self-conscious here. Like I need a shower, and--"

"No," Carson said fiercely. "I--god, you're fucking intoxicating." He kissed Kyle, reveling at the way Kyle sagged against him, his lips soft and pliable. Kyle tasted amazing, too. Like strawberries and wine, and Carson wanted more. He deepened the kiss, licking into Kyle's mouth with vigor, their tongues dancing together.

"Are you sure you want this?" Kyle asked against his lips. Kyle's breath was hot, sending shivers down Carson's spine.

Carson placed his hands on Kyle's hips, bringing them together. "Yes, god, yes. I want you so bad, Kyle."

For a moment, Kyle looked hesitant, like he didn't believe Carson. He couldn't blame the guy, not really, when everything felt so sudden. As sudden as this new revelation came, though, it felt right. Carson had no doubts. He didn't know the words to eliminate Kyle's doubts, so he did the only thing he could think of: he kissed Kyle again and again, his fingers caressing the vee of Kyle's hips.

Kyle moaned into the kiss, and Carson took it all in. Kyle was so responsive, and Carson lamented all the years they could have been doing this.

"Take me upstairs, Carson," Kyle said, panting heavily when they pulled apart for air.

Nodding, Carson led him up the stairs. His palms were clammy as they walked together to Kyle’s bedroom. He’d seen Kyle’s bedroom before. They’d been friends for almost three decades, and Carson helped Kyle move when he bought the house. None of this should have made him nervous. He knew the ins and out of Kyle’s room, but the idea of sharing Kyle’s bed, of knowing first-hand what Kyle looked like against the pale white of the sheets, his body strummed with need—it was all too much.

He laid Kyle on the bed, and his breath hitched as he took in the view. The lights were off, with the moonlight shining through the window the only thing illuminating the room. Kyle looked magical before him. Kyle was biting his lip, stretched out over the bed, his eyes glassy with want.

It was a picture to remember, and Carson quietly filed it away in his mind.

Joining Kyle on the bed, Carson pulled Kyle closer, letting their bodies graze against each other. "What do you need, Kyle? Tell me what you need."

"Anything," Kyle said roughly. "Just. Touch me, please."

Carson took off Kyle's shirt, letting it fall to the side, his own shirt joining the pile on the floor. Kyle's body was perfect. He wasn't as muscular or cut as Carson, but his body was lithe, graceful, and Carson wanted to memorize every bit of it.

They fit together like a glove, Carson enveloping Kyle's smaller frame with his. Kyle’s body felt hot against Carson’s skin, soft and smooth all over. Carson wanted to hold him down and feel Kyle’s firm muscles against him forever.

"Carson, I need you," Kyle whimpered, as he rolled his hips up, their cocks touching through the fabric of their pants.

His mind short-circuited for a moment, unable to focus on anything but the feel of Kyle's hands running over his back, pressing them closer together, the friction delicious and electrifying between them. They hadn’t done anything--not yet--and already, Kyle's eyes looked glassy, his lips full and red, like he'd been debauched.

Carson had never seen anything more beautiful.

Their lips touched, Carson running his tongue over Kyle's bottom lip, seeking entrance, seeking permission, and he had to fight the moan grumbling from his chest when Kyle just opened up for him, loose and trusting. God, Carson loved kissing Kyle. He didn't know why it had taken him so long to do this, why it had taken him so long to realize his need for the man, but he vowed he wasn't going to waste another day. He wanted to kiss Kyle every day, every minute Kyle would let him, and he didn't want to stop.

The way Kyle licked into his mouth, hot and searing, was incredible. Their tongues danced languidly, Carson swallowing the noises coming out of Kyle. His fingers trailing down Kyle's chest, Carson unbuttoned Kyle's pants, his fingers shaking as they skimmed over the waistband of Kyle's underwear. He rolled Kyle's pants down, over the curve of Kyle's ass, discarding them on the floor where their shirts laid.

Breaking the kiss softly, Carson raked his eyes over Kyle's body. He swallowed the lump forming in his throat involuntarily.

Fuck.

Kyle was gorgeous like this, and Carson couldn't help but touch him. Starting from his chest, down to his abs, then slowly, so slowly, down to the vee of Kyle's hips. The outline of Kyle's cock was so clear against his light blue boxer briefs, and it made Carson's mouth water. Kyle was hard, a wet spot already forming on the fabric.

"God, Kyle, I wish you could see yourself right now. You look--you look...fuck." Carson knew he was rambling, his words coming out incoherently, but god, he was at a loss for words.

And the thing was, it wasn't exactly the first time he'd ever seen Kyle in just his underwear. Hell, he'd seen Kyle naked before.

But this--this was so completely, undeniably different.

This time, Kyle was almost naked for him. Kyle was hard and wet and about to lose control for him.

Placing both of his hands on the waistband of Kyle's boxer briefs, Carson pulled them down, freeing Kyle's erection. He kissed the length of Kyle's cock, licking his way up to the head, before closing his mouth around the crown. Carson couldn't help it--he needed to know what Kyle tasted like.

A burst of flavor sparked on his tongue, and Carson moaned, sucking around the head of Kyle's cock. Kyle tasted amazing. Sweet and salty and something so completely Kyle. He wanted more.

His hand on Kyle's stomach, Carson could feel him shaking, Kyle's body taut against the bed. He looked up, meeting Kyle's eyes, and Carson had to place a hand on his own cock, calming himself down, because god, the way Kyle looked at him.

Kyle's expression was a mixture of desire and heat all rolled together. It was a private look, something only shared between lovers, and Carson knew within him that there was no way he was going to be able to forget it.

"Please, Carson, oh god," Kyle breathed, his fingers tangling all over Carson's hair encouragingly. He sounded wrecked in the best possible way, and a frisson of want shot through Carson's gut. Carson wondered just how many more and what kind of noises he could pull out of Kyle.

He'd never been a greedy lover, but with Kyle, he wanted it all.

Taking more of Kyle in his mouth, Carson sucked, fondling Kyle's balls gently. He swallowed Kyle's cock to the root, letting the head brush against the back of his throat, before pulling all the way off, letting Kyle's cock pop from his mouth before doing it all over again.

"Fuck, Carson, please." He was driving Kyle crazy, Kyle writhing in bed, his hips canting up for leverage.

Carson hummed around Kyle's cock in response, one hand on Kyle's stomach, trying to steady him on the bed. He loved Kyle's enthusiasm, loved the way Kyle was so free with his wants and desires, and Carson wanted nothing more than to explore everything that made Kyle shudder with need.

He let Kyle's cock sit on his tongue, heavy and full, before kissing the slit and tasting Kyle's precome. "I've got you, baby. Gonna make you feel so good," Carson said. And he meant it--he was going to do everything in his power to make Kyle feel amazing.

He wanted Kyle to remember this--to remember him, and only him. He wanted to erase any memory of other people from Kyle's mind and leave him begging for more, for more of Carson, and nothing else.

Kyle keened, his back arching off the bed. "I need more. Need you, Carson, please," he said, begging. He pulled Carson to him, letting his hands wander all over the expanse of Carson's back, his fingers resting at the top of Carson's jeans. "Take these off, please. Wanna see you, too."

Carson kissed him gently, sucking on Kyle's bottom lip, his hands on Kyle's hip to steady himself. "Help me, baby. Take them off me."

Kyle didn't wait for any more instructions. He eagerly unbuttoned Carson's pants, their lips still molded together, and took off the offending garment, along with Carson's briefs. Carson kicked his clothes away, settling himself on top of Kyle.

Their cocks touched, making them both hiss at the same time. Carson wrapped his hand around both of them, stroking their lengths, as Kyle moaned gracelessly at his neck. The whole thing felt surreal, like it was a dream, and Carson stretched his neck, letting Kyle have more access.

But then, he couldn't stop looking at their cocks, sliding together, with their precome aiding the way. Carson was mesmerized. It felt so fucking good, goosebumps forming on his skin as Kyle's hand grasped his, Kyle's grip around them firm and strong.

"I want you so much, Carson. I--I've wanted," Kyle said, trailing off softly. He closed his eyes, like he was lost for words. This was so unlike Kyle, and in this moment, he looked so vulnerable, like he was made of glass.

Yes, Carson wanted to take him apart. But Carson also wanted to be the one to put him back together again.

He pressed a kiss at Kyle's temple, taking in Kyle's scent. "You have to tell me what you need, baby. I want you, but this is your show." Carson met his gaze, Kyle's eyes fluttering open for him. Carson never noticed how long and thick Kyle's eyelashes were, but now he couldn't stop looking. It was part of the package that made Kyle look so goddamn beautiful.

"I want everything with you," Kyle whispered, so low Carson almost missed his words. Kyle's hands landed on Carson's ass, pulling him in even closer. "Want to feel you inside me--god, wanna feel you for days, feel you open me up with your knot."

"Fuck." Carson let out a deep, ragged breath. Just the thought of being encased in Kyle's heat, the thought of his knot swelling inside Kyle--god, he was going to lose himself just imagining it. "Gonna make you feel so good, Kyle. Gonna make you feel me."

Kyle moaned, tilting his head back, his neck on full display. "I want it. Please, Carson. Don't make me wait. I feel like I'm burning up."

Carson stared at the long expanse of Kyle's neck before him, leaning in to a press a kiss at Kyle's Adam's apple, before kissing his way through to the patch of skin just under Kyle's ear. He bit Kyle there, gently at first, his teeth worrying at the spot, before closing his mouth around it. He sucked, grazing his teeth over the spot, loving the way Kyle cried out below him.

He was going to leave a mark, but Carson didn't care. He wanted everyone to know he was there, that he was the one who marked Kyle up.

He wanted everyone to know that Kyle was his.

"Now, Carson. Please, fuck me."

With one last, long lick at Kyle's neck, Carson peppered Kyle's body with light, feathery kisses, his knee nudging Kyle's legs apart. Kyle complied easily, opening his legs for Carson without comment. Carson's breath hitched as his eyes saw Kyle's opening.

He had to squeeze the base of his dick, trying to regain control before he fully lost it. The last thing Carson wanted was for this to be over before it had even started. Kissing the tip of Kyle's cock, he ran his tongue over the length, continuing his attention to Kyle's balls. He could scent Kyle's slick, his hole hot and wet and ready for him, and Carson shivered involuntarily.

Kyle was slick for him. Kyle wanted this as much as Carson did, and Carson didn't want to wait any longer. He licked his way down to Kyle's hole, his tongue probing at the tight opening. Fuck, Kyle was delicious.

"Oh, fuck, Carson." Kyle was gripping at the sheets, his hands shaking. "Please, I'm ready. Don't tease, just--fuck me, please."

Kyle's words only spurred Carson on. He delved deeper, pushing his tongue in and out of Kyle's hole, lapping at his slick, one hand circling around the base of Kyle's cock. He stroked Kyle's length in time with his tongue, Kyle's moans reverberating around the room like a song.

"Please, I don't wanna come yet. Wanna come with you in me," Kyle sobbed, his breathing labored. "I want you in me, Carson."

Carson pushed a finger inside Kyle, crooking it upwards in search of Kyle's prostate, his tongue still licking at Kyle's slick. Kyle was mind-blowingly tight around his finger, so hot, and Carson didn't know how he was going to last once he was inside Kyle.

The air around them was thick with tension, Kyle's whimpers the only thing cutting through the silence in the room. God, the noises Kyle made. It shot straight down to Carson's dick. Carson pushed another finger in, letting Kyle get used to two. He wanted to take it slow, to make sure Kyle was ready for him.

Kyle had other plans, though, because he ground down on Carson's fingers, squeezing around them like a vise. "I don't need fingers, Carson. I need you--need your cock in me so bad. Please, I'm ready."

Stroking his own cock, Carson shuddered at Kyle's words. "I don't want to hurt you, baby. I need to get you ready for me." Carson knew he was big. His cock was long, but more important, his cock was wide and thick. Certainly bigger than the two fingers he had inside Kyle.

Shaking his head, Kyle bit his lip as Carson twisted his fingers, his eyes closing involuntarily. "I want it. I wanna feel you, Carson. I wanna feel everything."

Carson's cock agreed. He was hard like steel, the head of his cock leaking precome. He needed to be inside Kyle, and if Kyle was ready, then he wasn't going to make him wait. Pulling his fingers from Kyle's hole, Carson positioned Kyle so that his right leg was on Carson's shoulder.

Carefully, Carson lined his cock against Kyle's hole. Then slowly, he pushed, his mushroom head breaching Kyle's channel.

"Fuck." It was Carson's turn to moan, his world shattering as he felt Kyle's heat around him. Kyle was so fucking hot, and Carson had to bite the inside of his cheek to remind himself to go slow. He didn't want to hurt Kyle, not when all Carson wanted was to make sure Kyle was as lost in pleasure as he was.

Kyle must have read his mind, though, because he made a throaty noise, tearing Carson out of his head. "I can take it, please, Carson." He wrapped his hand around Carson's wrist in encouragement. "Fucking fuck me, Carson."

How was Carson supposed to say no to that? Not when Kyle looked at him with such fierce passion. He fucked into Kyle in one long, blissful stroke, locking them in together until Carson forgot where he began and Kyle ended.

Once he was bottomed out, Carson stopped, waiting until Kyle got used to his girth. It was an exercise in patience, because fuck, Carson wanted nothing more than to take Kyle right there and then. He knew Kyle needed a moment, though, no matter how much Kyle said he was ready, and Carson was going to wait for all the time in the world.

A moment later, Kyle squeezed his wrist again, whimpering softly as he ground down on Carson's dick. "Move, Carson. Please, fuck me."

Carson groaned, lost in the sensation of Kyle around him. He leaned down to kiss Kyle, swallowing Kyle's cries, as he pulled all the way out, before plunging all the way back in again. It was fucking heaven. There was no other word for it. Part of Carson didn't understand it. He'd been with other people before--hell, he'd enjoyed sex with other people before. But right now, in the dim light of Kyle's bedroom, Carson knew without a shadow of a doubt that he'd never felt anything like this before.

If magic existed, Carson would insist that this--being inside of Kyle, hearing Kyle's soft, guttural moans of pleasure--it was the very definition of magic. Kyle felt like the very best of spring, like warmth--

Like home.

Carson knew he was a fool for not opening his eyes before to this possibility. He grabbed Kyle's hips, slamming his cock inside him, in and out, in and out, Kyle's name escaping his lips. Kyle clung on to him, his head falling on Carson's shoulder as he met every single push. He squeezed hard around Carson's cock, sweat beading on his skin.

"I don't know if I'm gonna last. You feel so fucking good," Kyle said against Carson's skin, his words punctuated by a whimper as Carson kept fucking him hard, deep, and relentlessly.

Carson wasn't sure if he was going to last long, either. Not when Kyle felt this good around him, all over him. He shifted a little, trying to find Kyle's prostate. He kissed the sweat off Kyle's brow when it was clear he'd nailed it, Kyle keening, a loud, piercing cry coming out of him.

"Come, baby. I want you to come for me," Carson murmured. He wanted to see Kyle lose control. He wanted to see what Kyle looked like when he came with a desperation Carson didn't know was there.

It didn’t take long before Carson felt the base of his dick expanding. He slowed his movements, not wanting to hurt Kyle. His knot was big, and he knew he needed to go slow.

Kyle slammed his hips down, taking all of Carson’s knot in him, making them both cry out in pleasure. “Fuck, you feel so good in me. So big goddamn everywhere,” Kyle panted. “I’m close, Carson, so close.”

“Gonna fuck you, baby. Fill you up with my come.” Carson canted his hips, fucking into Kyle in short, shallow thrusts. His knot stretched Kyle wide and open, pressing firmly against Kyle’s prostate.

Kyle's mouth formed into a wordless 'O' as he held on to Carson, his fingers digging in on Carson's back. "Yes, yes, yes. I--Carson!" He came, ropes of come shooting over his belly, covering them both with the hot, sticky mess.

Feeling Kyle tighten around him, squeezing him as Kyle dragged the last of his orgasm out—it was all too much. “Fuck, fuck, Kyle. Baby, I'm gonna come," Carson cried, his thrusts becoming erratic as his vision started to white out. His orgasm curled through him, his voice hoarse as he yelled Kyle’s name. He emptied his come inside Kyle, loving the way his knot kept his seed inside Kyle, tying them together.

For a moment, Carson worried about his knot hurting Kyle, but one look at Kyle's blissed out, wrecked expression wiped away all of his doubts. Carson rolled his hips, letting the last edges of his orgasm roll through, laying soft, barely there kisses all over Kyle's face.

"You're perfect," Carson couldn't help but say before claiming Kyle's lips into a searing kiss.

When Kyle didn't say anything, Carson maneuvered them so that Kyle could be more comfortable. It was going to take a while for his knot to come down, his cock twitching at the idea of staying inside Kyle. He wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close, Kyle on his side, his back pressed against Carson's front.

He nibbled at Kyle's neck, letting Kyle's scent wash all over him.

"Fuck, you're perfect," Carson said again because Kyle was perfect. Kyle was perfect for him, and now that they'd done this--now that he'd been inside Kyle, Carson recognized the one irrevocable truth between them:

Kyle was his and he was Kyle's.