Evan's skin was still wet from the shower. He'd taken the time to feel himself all over, working his muscled chest beneath his palms. He'd imagined his hands were Dylan's, and the two muscle-men were once more locked in a testosterone fuelled embrace. His dick had hardened again thinking of it, their muscles pressed close together, moving against each other.
He hadn't dared to imagine this.
Dylan's dick was hypnotic. He didn't even notice his knees bending, just that dick moving to fill his vision as his head was brought level with it. He dragged his eyes away from it to look up at Dylan. Gods, he had to tilt his neck up so much it hurt. His friend towered over him, and every inch was rippling muscle and thick hair. The scent coming of him, this close to his manhood, was rich and woody. He could taste it on his tongue as his mouth hung open, like wood-smoke, sweat and the scent of Dylan's recent orgasm all at once. He breathed deeply, feeling the aroma diffuse into his lungs and blood, filling his body.
He felt nothing but subservience to his friend. And his friend felt nothing but dominance. Seeing Evan down on his knees, looking up at him past his mighty chest set Dylan's heart beating. It was right that a lesser man should kneel before him. Right that his thick coat of hair and godly muscles placed him above other men.
Dylan gently grasped his own shaft, waving it slowly in-front of Evan. He let the tip waft under Evan's nose, watching as Evan involuntarily took another huff and his eyes rolled back in his head, lids half closed, the pheromones snuffing out everything but the man standing over him.
Dylan felt himself grow hard again, new instincts taking over. He was an alpha, he should dominate. Evan was lesser, a thing that should serve him...
''Suck it.'' He commanded, and was quickly rewarded with Evan's lips straining around his shaft and Evan's tongue desperately trying to extract sweet pre from him.
This was right, he thought to himself, slowly placing his muscled arms , palms together, behind his head. His beta slobbered along his length. His power and strength symbolised in his throbbing manhood. Evan's subservience symbolised by that manhood sliding in and out of his tight mouth, coating his lesser beard in Dylan's fluids.
He reached down to grasp Evan's skull by one hand, pulling the beta male back until his dick was just out of his reach, relishing the little moans Evan made as he tried to stretch his tongue to taste the cock again, too drunk on Dylan's body odour to even think about using his hands.
'Tell me, what would you do to taste this cock again? How will you serve your Alpha, evan?'