Page 64 of Hammer & Gavel

Oliver swallowed—hard. So hard, in fact, the noise he let out was almost comical, like a fish gulping for air. “Well I… look, Lucas, a lot of things get said during heat. It’s just biology… our brains tricking us into thinking?—”

“Are you having a heatwave right now?”

“W-Well, no but?—”

“So I must be speaking the truth.”

Oliver let out an exasperated sigh, because Lucas was the most frustrating man to ever exist.

“I want you to do three things for me, Reed.”

Oliver cocked an eyebrow. “Y-Yes?”

“First, I want you to think about it. Think about it long and hard. Second, I want you to go to the doctor, because taking someone else’s medication is beyond idiotic, even for you. Third, I want you to tell me, here and now, what you would likemeto do about the rest of your heat.”

Oliver blinked as he stared up at the alpha, mouth slightly agape. “I don’t want you to miss work… the investigation… they need you.”

His words were met with a hard kiss. “I called the Inspector whilst you were sleeping. He’s letting me work remotely if you require my assistance. But, I won’t force it on you.” His fingers splayed across Oliver’s belly, the heel of his palm massaging the soft skin just above his pubic hair.

“Well, I… what do you want?” Oliver whispered.

A small smile pinched the alpha’s lips. “No, Reed. Tell me whatyouwant.”

Swallowing, Oliver’s eyes darted to anywhere that wasn’t Lucas. “I don’t want to be a burden.”

Lucas sucked in a breath. “A burden?” He said, mouth trailing to Oliver’s neck. He licked the kiss swollen scent glands at the dent of his shoulder. “What a stunning misinterpretation of the situation,” he whispered, before moving down to capture a nipple between his lips.

Oliver’s back arched as the alpha dragged his teeth and tongue over the sensitive lines of his chest. “You’re not playing fair,” he gasped, when Lucas’ head dipped between his thighs.

“Who said anything about playing fair, Reed?”

“Yeah, but you—ah!”

The tip of Lucas’ tongue dragged a searing line from his balls, all the way to the apex of his cock.

“You were saying?”

The alpha engulfed his length in the hot confines of his mouth, thumbs massaging deep circles into his perineum. Whatever protest Oliver had lined up died on his lips, as his toes curled into the blankets.

“Yes?” Lucas growled, hands sliding up Oliver’s thighs, pushing them back.

“F-Fine,” he panted. “Bring your laptop here… and my phone… it’s on my… my desk. F-Fuck you… and your fucking… mouth—ah!” Oliver came with a pathetic whimper as Lucas lapped up the seed dribbling down his balls.

“Glad we could come to an agreement.”

“That’s sexual blackmail,” Oliver huffed, running a hand through Lucas’ hair.

“Was it? If you recall the definition of blackmail, Reed, I think you’ll find?—”

“You’re a dick,” he whispered, gathering Lucas into his arms.

“It’s been said.”

The morning passedin a blur of sex, laughter, and toast. Lots and lots of toast. “See, I told you I have food in the house,” Oliver said, brushing away crumbs from the front of his hoody. Lucas grunted, pulling on the chinos that had just finished in the drier.

“Yes, but you need more than bread and butter to survive, Oliver. Have you finished that list?”

Glancing down at the paper in front of him, Oliver hummed and tapped the pencil against the kitchen table. “Yep. That should be all,” he said, handing Lucas the paper.

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