“Sorry, didn’t mean to overstep, if you don’t want to be touched there, then I won’t do it again,” Will offered, breathlessly.

“Don’t apologize, it feels incredible when you touch me,” assured Brent.

“Well then, why can’t I?...”

“You first,” said Brent firmly, "I will... lose focus... if I let you touch me like that." He bent to kiss the skin just above Will’s navel, making him shiver and causing his abs to tighten and twitch. “Can I kiss you here?”

Will’s cock was punching against the front of his pants in a way that was anything but subtle, and he was so turned on that there was a wet spot on the fabric where pre-come had saturated it. It seemed ridiculous to play coy under the circumstances. He was perfectly happy to go first, and unlike Brent, he definitely wanted to have his dick touched right now.

“Yes.”

Brent tongued his navel as Will sank his fingers into the big shoulders looming above him. “Ahh-hh-h” he cried out, his balls beginning to feel like lead weights and his cock jerking against its fabric restraints.

“Here?” asked Brent, using the bridge of his nose to brush the trail of dark hair that ran from Will’s navel to the waistband of his pants.

“Yes.” Will’s back was arching to push his body against the heat of Brent’s face as Brent’s fingers sank through the dark grey wool of his trousers and into the cheeks of Will’s ass, holding him in place. 

Brent was kneeling on the floor now, and he pushed Will’s thighs apart so he could kneel between them, so fucking tall that he was practically still eye-level with his seated partner. His big hands went to the waistband of Will’s trousers.

“Here?” he verified before starting to unfasten.

“Yes.” Will confirmed, hips lifting slightly, betraying his eagerness to have his clothing out of the way.

Staring down intently at what he was doing, Brent tugged open the fastenings at the waistband and slowly started to lower Will’s zipper. 

Will watched in fascination, as if he’d never had a man go down on him before, which was…not the case. Still, he’d never had a gorgeous, massive Alphan Viking god’s perfect mouth on him before, so he didn’t want to miss any part of the experience.

Brent dragged his trousers off, leaving Will’s damp black boxer briefs in place, which Will considered to be more frustrating than considerate. The anticipation was killing him. His cock was twitching, desperate for attention, and he could feel copious amounts of pre-come cooling on the skin of his abdomen. He suspected Brent was dragging things out on purpose, to toy with him a little. This suspicion was confirmed when Brent put both hands on Will's thighs, and slowly slid them upwards instead of getting straight down to business. The heat of Brent’s hands moved ever closer to his aching cock and balls, and when, finally, Will felt that heat through the thin, soft fabric of his underwear, covering and enclosing him in a warm stroke, he abandoned all pride and pushed himself upwards against Brent's hand with fierce energy.

“Unnh, Brent. Touch me. Put your mouth on me. Just…please.”

Will caught Brent’s eyes and saw that he had once again missed his window to find out what color they were, because they were now a molten, shimmering amber color. Alphan gold. He’d seen it before, mostly when he’d had to slap handcuffs--and not in a fun way-- on some riled-up Alphan suspect. Not fun for the suspect in question, maybe, but Will had always found it rather enjoyable when some violent asshole got a taste of powerlessness. Occasionally, you’d see the eyes go when an Alpha started to lose it during questioning, too. It was actually an incredibly useful adaptation from a policing perspective. It let you see when you were getting inside a suspect’s head. 

This hit different, though. Those eyes were not looking at him with anger at finally being made to be accountable for one’s actions, they were looking at him with hunger. Such hunger that a shiver ran through Will and he felt slightly nervous about what would happen next. He made himself stare back, though, not giving an inch, not backing down. You couldn’t with Alphas.

“You’re stunning,” Brent said, simply.

Will jumped a little in surprise. Every time he thought he knew who this guy was, he got it wrong. He wasn’t used to getting people wrong. He could read most people easily. It was his job to read people. Every time he thought he and Brent were finally settling into a recognizable pattern, though, Brent would do something that was almost affectionate or almost vulnerable. This made things seem like they were real. Will didn’t want to confuse this with things that were real.

“So suck my cock, then,” Will said, trying to force things back into familiar territory.

Brent’s eyes flashed at this. Annoyance? Arousal? “Planning on it, but I wanted to enjoy the view for a minute.”

Will made a sound that he hoped sounded cynical and mildly derisive, but could feel himself blushing at the same time, which, frustratingly, totally negated his air of detachment. 

Then he caught himself apologizing for the cool rejoinder he’d just been proud of making as he’d said it. “Sorry, that was rude. I don’t take compliments well.”

“I sense that. You probably get a lot of them. I actually mean my compliments, though. Let’s see what else you have going on that’s worthy of sincere praise. I’ll try to keep my praise on the inside, but… it will be difficult.” 

Hooking his fingers in the elastic waist of Will’s shorts, Brent dragged them out of the way, holding Will’s eyes the entire time. Will found himself unable to break off the eye contact, holding his breath, waiting to see Brent’s reaction when he looked down, trying to hide his own excitement in the meantime.

Finally, Brent looked. He made no attempt to hide his appreciation of Will’s body. Color flooded the golden skin of his cheeks and his pupils expanded as he let out a little huff. 

Will found that he actually really wanted to hear whatever Brent was thinking in that moment, and sincerely regretted having discouraged him from offering feedback. Damn it.