Page 26 of Heat Me

Damien nodded, scratching his nose with a slight pout on his lips. I couldn’t stop watching him. He was so… different. No flashy act, no trying too hard. Justreal.And honestly, that was more attractive than I’d expected.

I plated up the scrambled eggs and set them in front of him. "Here you go."

He looked up at me with this shy flicker in his eyes. "Thanks."

I sat next to him and grabbed my fork. "Dig in."

"You know," he said, "people my age really don’t like those marriage contracts."

I snorted. "Yeah, it’s still a thing among younger folks. There used to be way more prejudice against them because the rules weren’t as strict back in the day. But now, they’re a lot safer, and more people are signing up—especially with legit agencies."

"Some people think it’s like slavery," he said, frowning.

I laughed. "Slavery? Only with illegal contracts. A legal one is more like a business deal—both sides have to follow the rules."

Damien didn’t reply, finishing his eggs as a blush crept slowly up his cheeks.

I knew exactly what that meant, got up and put my plate in the dishwasher.

"Mind if I hop into the bathroom real quick?"

"Sure," he muttered, not meeting my eyes.

I showered and changed, then came back to the kitchen to find Damien still sitting there, staring at the counter, his breathing quick and shallow.

I walked over and gently placed a hand on the back of his fine neck, brushing a finger over his pink, swollen glands. "Damien, shall we go to the bedroom?"

A slight frown crossed his face, like he was embarrassed.

"You don’t have to feel awkward asking me. I’m here to help, I’m here for you…" I murmured, running my fingers under his soft curls.

He let out a small, breathy sound.

I crouched beside his chair, sliding my arms under his knees and back to pick him up. He squeaked softly but didn’t protest.

When I carried him into the room, I saw he’d repaired and improved the nest. I stopped, amazed.

"Your nest looks even better—it’s so beautiful!"

Damien blushed, resting his head on my shoulder. It felt… nice. Sweet. I could get used to this.

"Thanks," he muttered shyly. "I’m glad you like it."

"I don’t just like it—I love it."

"I tried my best…"

"And it shows."

I gently placed him in the center of the nest and then undressed, noting in passing that I was already hard; the rut was working flawlessly.

"Present yourself to me," I said in a low voice, feeling my pulse rising.

Damien wordlessly took off his shirt and pants, which turned out to be completely soaked around his buttocks, and I could smell the intense, tantalizing scent of his slick.

Seconds later, without another word, Damien got down on all fours, pushed his buttocks up in a very distinctive breeding position, and rested his head on the pillow. It was so submissive… like an erotic offering. I could almost physically feel him surrendering to me, and my dick immediately began to throb.

His hole looked even better now! It resembled a pink open flower, protruding slightly between his buttocks.

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