No one was stupid enough to interrupt them, and the only good thing about their position was that they were partially hidden behind the bed slab as part of the wall. If everyone wanted to watch an omega get plowed, he could give two-shits about it. This was, after all, the best sex he had ever had in his life, especially after a twenty year dry spell.

He arched with the grinding, a cease of stimulation that ripped a snarling curse from him. It was deserved for his antics, but that only made him rake his blunt nails down Sam's back and across his bond's shoulders as he threatened teeth on Wilson's neck like he was some sort of alpha.

His legs curled around Sam's waist tightly, his hands pulling him slightly against the wall to adjust their position so he was half riding Sam and driving his hips down with a fevered aggressive desperation. He kiss was more teeth than lips, and the demand for a bit was on the tip of his tongue and grudging in the bond.

"Come on," he demanded of them both.