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Lucien closed his eyes, all the tension leaving his body, replaced with relief and the familiar, golden sense of connection the more Aksel sucked. “You need a shave, darling,” he whispered, stroking Aksel’s prickly jaw with his thumb. The stubble didn’t really hurt, but it felt odd against his skin, sending weird tingles all over his chest.

Groaning, Aksel covered his chest in kisses before latching onto the other nipple and sucking hard.

“Aksel... you said just a little...”

“Yes,” Aksel said, his voice so low it was barely recognizable. “Just a little more.” He sucked aggressively, swirling his tongue around the hard nipple. “Look how fullyour tits are for me.”

“Stop calling my chest that,” Lucien said feebly, trying to find the strength to push Aksel’s mouth away. But it felt too good. So, so good.

Aksel groaned again, the heavy undertone in his scent suddenly spiking.

When Lucien forced his eyes open, he stared dazedly at Aksel’s head on his chest. There was something obscene about the hunger on Aksel’s chiseled face as he sucked on Lucien’s teat. It was hard to look away from it. But in his peripheral vision, Lucien noticed something else...Aksel had a hand in his pajama bottoms and he was... he was moving his hand up and down.

It took Lucien a moment to realize what he was doing. “Aksel!” he choked out, shoving him away. “What do you think you’re doing! You—you!”

Aksel sighed and removed his hand from his pajama bottoms. “What,” he grumbled, looking annoyed. Annoyed!

“What?” Lucien said incredulously. “Get out! How dare you to—to—”

Shaking his head, Aksellaughed. “You’re so prudish, Luce. You can’t even say it. It’s adorable.”

His ears burning, Lucien glared at him. “Get out,” he gritted out.

Aksel dropped his smile. “Are you seriously angry?” he said, reaching for Lucien and moving him into his lap.

Lucien glowered at him, slapping weakly at his bulging biceps. “Let go of me this instant, Aksel.”

Aksel let go of him—only to put his hands on Lucien’s face. “I’m sorry, Luce,” he murmured, looking him in the eyes beseechingly. “Don’t be mad at me? I hate it when you’re mad at me.”

Ugh. Those blue eyes should have been outlawed.Lucien hated them, because he could never resist them. Seriously, he detested that he folded like wet paper whenever Aksel used them on him. It was infuriating—and more than a little alarming—considering that he had a very serious reason to be angry with Aksel right now.

“I’m not mad,” Lucien said, glaring at him half-heartedly. “But there should be boundaries, Aksel! It’s not appropriate to touch your—your—”

“Cock,” Aksel supplied helpfully.

Lucien’s face felt far too hot. “Yes, that. Surely you understand it’s not appropriate to touch it in my presence.”

“Sure,” Aksel said gently, stroking Lucien’s cheek with his knuckles.

It took Lucien a moment to realize it was the very same hand that had been touching Aksel’s penis.

Lucien jerked away from the touch, tumbling off Aksel’s lap. “Stop that,” he stammered, hating that he didn’t seem able to sound firm. “Go to your room. And don’t come back. If you don’t stop this behavior, I’ll have to inform Vagrippa.”

“And what will you say?” Aksel said with a scoff, dragging Lucien back into his lap. “That I jacked my cock off while I sucked your tits?”

Lucien flushed. “Are you being vulgar on purpose?”

“It’s a serious question,” Aksel said steadily, his scent pure alpha. Commanding. Demanding. Arrogant. “Answer it.”

At times like this, Lucien missed the affectionate little boy who had once deferred to him. The closer to his presentation Aksel got, the worse his alpha traits got. And yet, Lucien’s attachment to him remained as strong as ever, despite the increasingly bossy attitude Lucien couldn’t tolerate in other alphas and somehow found perfectly tolerable in Aksel. His own double standards frustrated and befuddled him.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Lucien said, getting off his lap again.

Aksel put him back onto it. “You’re blushing,” he said with a smile, stroking Lucien’s cheeks. “Aw, you’re so adorable, I could eat you up.” He pressed his nose against Lucien’s burning cheek and inhaled deeply, his arms wrapping around Lucien’s waist. “You smell so good when you blush.”

“Is that why you insist on embarrassing me?” Lucien said, pressing his palms against Aksel’s chest and feeling a pang of envy. Aksel’s chest was marvelously firm and muscular, not at all like his own soft chest.

Speaking of the latter, his breasts still felt oddly heavy and achy. There was a disconcerting heaviness in his lower body too. It made Lucien want to squirm. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to squirm away or squirm closer.

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