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Pride thrummed through me, that delicious feeling of knowing I was doing a good job. I wanted to make him melt. I wanted to taste his cum on my tongue.

I slid his cock deeper into my mouth, tightening my lips and sucking him harder and faster, my own erection throbbing as he let out a low moan. The room was full of wet, sloppy sounds and Kit’s sweet moans and gasps.

I moved my hand from his hip, wrapping my fingers around my desperate cock and groaning around Kit’s dick at the feeling. A burst of precum slicked my grip as I began pumping my cock at the same speed I sucked, twisting my fingers over the head. I could feel my balls tightening already, the desperate need to come building within me. I tightened my lips, sucking Kit harder and faster, because I needed to taste him.

“Fuck, Hugo. You’re going to make me come,” Kit gasped, fingers tightening almost painfully on my shoulders as I slid his cock as far into my mouth as I could. “Oh God, Hugo!” His cock pulsed on my tongue, spilling hot, salty cum into my mouth, and I greedily swallowed as much as I could, reveling in the taste as my other hand flew over my dick. I was so fucking close. I just needed a tiny bit more.

Kit’s softening cock slipped from my lips, a line of cum trickling out of the corner of my mouth. He bent down, eyes wide and face flushed, watching me closely.

“Are you going to come for me?” he asked, voice low and smooth as silk.

“Y-yes,” I groaned, nodding violently as I tightened my grip, my hips thrusting up into my hand as I chased my release.

“Then come,” he said, and I exploded. Pleasure coursed through me as ropes of creamy cum covered my hand, leaving me gasping and shaking. “You’re so beautiful,” Kit said, tilting my head up and kissing me, his tongue licking up the last vestiges of cum on my lips. “Thank you.”

I couldn’t say anything. All I could do was smile up at him. Kit grabbed his damp towel that was still on the floor and passed it to me to clean my fingers. I knew I should probably go and shower, but I had no energy, and all I could do was flop onto the bed with him.

We lay curled up together, a jumble of arms and legs, exchanging soft, sweet kisses.

“You’re so amazing,” Kit whispered.

“No, that’s you,” I said.

“Well, I guess we’ll both have to be amazing then.” He paused, lifting his head and sniffing. “Is something burning?”

Chapter Twenty-One

KitHow many languages do you speak? Is it just 2 or do you have more secret linguistic powers I don’t know about?

HugoLOL… 2 well. 5 if we count the ones I speak badly

Kit

I laughed as an icy spray of water from Loch Ness caught our faces, making both of us jump in shock. “Fuck, that’s cold!”

I hadn’t been here since I was a little boy, when my grandmother had taken me on a boat ride up the loch to the ruins of Urquhart Castle. It had been utterly magical—watching the water glide past the boat, sunlight shining on its dark depths, desperately hoping that a monster might appear to say hello. I’d been utterly convinced the Loch Ness Monster was real back then, and I remembered telling my grandmother that I’d quite like to take it back to her house and keep it as a pet because I’d been sure it would fit in the bath.

She’d laughed, and on our way home, she’d bought me a cuddly toy Nessie to take home with me.

I’d kept it for years until my mother had thrown it out when I was away one weekend, telling me I was too old for stuffed toys.

“It’s so beautiful,” Hugo said. He was leaning against the railing, and the wind was whipping his dark hair back, making him look undeniably sexy.

“It really is,” I said, looking half at him and half at the view. We’d driven up from our cottage this morning, parked the car, and joined a cruise down the loch. The light rain from the early morning had stopped leaving only grey skies and a gentle breeze, but the tiny viewing area at the front of the boat was still too cold and wet for our fellow passengers, who’d taken to the top deck or the warmer inside seating area. We had the whole space to ourselves.

“Do you think there’s really a monster?” Hugo asked, turning to me with a grin. “It’s not like you can see the bottom.”

“I mean, I’d like it if there were,” I said, moving to stand next to him and leaning on his arm. “I’d take it home and keep it in my bath. It could be my friend.”

“What if it’s too big for the bath?”

“Then I guess I’d have to find somewhere with a swimming pool.”

Hugo looked serious for a moment, as if he were thinking. “We could do that. We could sell my flat and buy a house with a pool. You could keep it there. As long as it was friendly of course.”

“Obviously, it would be friendly,” I said, rolling my eyes and smiling. I adored the way Hugo indulged me and my weirdness. Nothing ever seemed to faze him; he just rolled with it. Whether it was the fact I drew kinky furry art or the fact that I’d like the Loch Ness Monster as a pet, he just accepted it and accepted me. And every time he did, something flared and tightened in my chest, as if I couldn’t breathe. My heart soared, in the same way it did when you rode a rollercoaster, just waiting for the drop.

“Good,” Hugo continued, putting his arm around me and tucking me into his side. “I don’t mind us having pets as long as they’re friendly.”

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