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“Wait—” Lucien’s words turned into a long moan when Aksel swallowed his half-hard cock into his mouth. The stimulation felt almost too intense, on the verge of painful, but to his surprise, he hardened fully in Aksel’s mouth.

Aksel gave a pleased hum, his blue eyes fixed on Lucien’s heaving breasts as he sucked his cock. Then he pulled off and moved his mouth lower, kissing the inside of his trembling thighs and then licking his hole.

Lucien keened, the noise obscenely loud despite the fingers in his mouth. Aksel lifted Lucien’s hips and put his ass on his face, right onto his mouth, holding him up effortlessly. “Ride my face,” he instructed, sticking his tongue into Lucien’s aching hole. “Come on, Luce.”

To his utter shame, Lucien did just that, his hips already gyrating and chasing Aksel’s talented tongue. It felt so damn good, the contrast between Aksel’s rough beard and the velvety softness of his tongue adding to the intense pleasure. He fell apart embarrassingly fast, fucking himself onto Aksel’s tongue with wild abandon, his hand gripping Aksel’s dark hair and trying to get him deeper into his hole, deeper inside him. Aksel—Aksel—this was his Aksel—he needed him, he wanted to take him inside himself and never let him out.

Lucien came with a muffled cry, writhing against Aksel’s face.

His legs weak, he slid down to the floor and leaned against the door, breathing hard.

He was still trying to steady his breathing when Aksel got to his feet and yanked his fly open. He pulled out his hard cock and started stroking it fast, inches away from Lucien’s face.

Lucien stared at it dazedly, fascinated.

Distantly, he was surprised that he didn’t feel any fear or discomfort with an aroused alpha so close to him. But then again, why would he? It was Aksel. He was safe with Aksel. It didn’t matter how big he was, or how big Aksel’s cock was, inches away from his face. It was perfectly safe. Aksel was perfectly safe.

“I want to come on you,” Aksel ground out, fisting his thick cock. “Let me come on your tits.”

Lucien blushed. He didn’t understand Aksel’s fixation on his breasts—they were so off-putting and fat—but it seemed only fair to indulge Aksel after he’d given Lucien so much pleasure.

When Lucien nodded, Aksel groaned, leaning his forehead against the door as his strong hand flew over his red, thick cock. It was so close, so thick and veiny. It was obscene. Lucien couldn’t look away from it.

“Fuck, Luce,” Aksel said, looking at him with feverish, hungry eyes. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

God, this was so damn wrong.

“How long?” Lucien whispered hoarsely.

Aksel shook his head, his expression almost pained, his cock leaking pre-come profusely as he stroked it faster and faster, staring at Lucien with a mix of worship and resentment in his gaze.

“It’d be better if you don’t know,” he said with a laugh. “You might faint if you did.”

“I’m not as prudish as you think.”

“Not prudish,” Aksel said, his eyes slipping shut as he breathed harder and harder. “Just so damn pure. I feel like a right pervert, wanting to dirty you up with my come.” He opened his feverish blue eyes and stared at Lucien dazedly. “I want to make you drink my come, feed it to you like you fed me your milk.”

“Aksel!” Lucien choked out, scandalized by the utter wrongness of that comparison.

“See, you’re already horrified,” Aksel said with a mean, hard laugh. “And it’s actually one of my tamest fantasies.”

Lucien glared at him, pursing his lips.

“Fuck, your pout,” Aksel said, touching Lucien’s mouth with his free hand reverently. “I wanted to see you pout around my cock since I was—”

“Don’t,” Lucien said sharply, flushing. The more Aksel talked, the more glaring the wrongness of this was—and the more aroused he got.God, what was wrong with him?

“Just—just finish,” he said awkwardly, returning his gaze to Aksel’s angry, nearly-purple cock. It looked painful. And the more Lucien stared at it, the more aware he became of his own wet, empty hole. It would fit so nicely inside it.

He shook his head, trying to clear the haze of lust. No. It was one thing to fool around, but actual penetration was a step he wasn’t ready to take, no matter how much his body seemed to like the idea. It was out of the question. This was Aksel. Even fooling around with Aksel was wrong on so many levels without bringing penetrative sex into it.

But God, everything inside him ached the longer he stared at that cock, as if his body knew what it wanted. He got progressively wetter as Aksel stroked his thick cock inches away from his face, his hole twitching around nothing and his cock starting to harden again.

He nearly whined in disappointment when Aksel came all over his breasts. Such a waste, his omega instincts said. At the same time, his rational side couldn’t quite believe what he’d allowed Aksel to do.

He’d just allowed the son of his late husband to come all over his breasts.

Lucien yanked his shirt down and all but ran out of the room.

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