Telos glanced up when Mav’s car rumbled back onto the property. The engine cut off; a door slammed. Then the front door opened, and Mav’s footsteps echoed through the foyer.
“I’m downstairs,” Telos said.
Mav changed his trajectory and jogged down the stairs. A moment later, the steel doors slid open to reveal his muscular figure. Mav scanned the room, glanced briefly at the frolicking carts, and focused on Telos.
“Did you bring my fries and sundae?”
“They’re for the baby,” Mav said, but he handed over the paper bags anyway.
“Fuck you. I’m the one carrying our baby.” Telos turned when Mav sat on the couch, planting his feet on Mav’s lap. The fries were crispy and salty, and they were delicious covered in vanilla soft serve. “Here, try one.”
Mav wrinkled his nose, but he opened his mouth and accepted a fry. He chewed. Then his eyebrows shot up. “That’s not bad.”
“I told you!”
Mav scowled and stole a fry, dipping it into Telos’ ice cream.
“Hey, don’t shove your potato sticks into my cream,” Telos said.
“Yeah? Want me to shove my cream somewhere else?” Mav grinned. He scooped more ice cream onto his fry, then pushed it into Telos’ mouth. “Suck on my cream, babe.”
Telos flushed. But he met Mav’s gaze and wrapped his lips around the fry, sucking off the ice cream. “Good enough?” he asked, before licking the tip of the fry.
This time, Mav didn’t bother with a fry. He dipped two fingers into the ice cream and pushed them into Telos’ mouth, sliding deep.
“Fuck,” Telos hissed around his fingers. He closed his lips around Mav and sucked, slowly, sinfully, until Mav’s pupils dilated. The banked heat in Telos’ body flared to life.
Mav set the ice cream and fries on the floor. Then he turned Telos over onto his hands and knees, tucked his pillow under Telos’ chest, and pushed his fingers between Telos’ cheeks, sliding out the heavy plug that sat in him most days—even when he taught at Cartfalls College.
“Looks like you need to be topped up,” Mav purred, slipping his thumbs into Telos’ hole and stretching him wide.
Telos groaned. He fumbled for a fry and stuffed it into his mouth, except he didn’t taste any of it.
Mav pressed a kiss to Telos’ stretched hole, his breathing growing heavier. He licked Telos there and kissed him again, reaching into his pants to stroke himself. “You look gorgeous.”
“Yeah, say that to my face.”
Mav laughed and prowled along Telos’ body, stealing a kiss over his shoulder. “You’re gorgeous and hot, and I want to fill you with so much cum, it drips out around the plug.”
“Yeah, okay, that’s hot.” Telos groaned and wriggled his hips. “Why aren’t you inside already?”
Mav swept his tongue into Telos’ mouth. Then he slid his tip between Telos’ cheeks, snagged it against Telos’ hole, and pushed in with one long stroke. Cum overflowed out of Telos and splattered all over the couch. Telos didn’t care; not when Mav was filling him up in the best way.
“You swallow me whole,” Mav groaned. “Sucking me down so perfectly like you’re begging for more.”
“I hope your balls have rested enough, because I need another load.”
“Fuck.” Mav gripped his hips and slammed inside, right against Telos’ sweet spot.
Telos wheezed. It didn’t matter how hard Mav filled him; he always wanted more. Mav was only too happy to indulge him—sometimes he visited Telos at the college and fucked him in his office, right before his lectures. Sometimes he dragged Telos out of his car, and fucked him up against it.
“I love when you drip cum down your thighs,” Mav whispered in his ear, giving him short, firm thrusts. “Especially when it leaks through your work pants. Any of your grad students could look closely and see how you’re stuffed full of cum. Utterly bred.”
Telos panted, his face growing hot. “Sometimes the wolves smell it on me.”
Mav smiled sharply. “You let them smell you?”
“They look, but they don’t know that your cum came frominsideme. They just think I let my boyfriend shoot all over my body.” Itwas embarrassing, but Telos gave those grad students a haughty look and no one said anything.