Page 61 of Echo and the Homicidal Sea Panda

Echo did and squealed again when Mael lifted him under his knees. In a position like that, he was thankful for the control he had over his cocks. He moved them into position, which was difficult as hard as he was. “Ready for me, baby?”

“I’m ready,”Echo murmured.

Mael pressed into both of Echo’s slick-coated holes, inch by inch, until he was as deep as he could go. He paused, his legs shaking a bit, Echo’s body a delight. He kissed Echo’s ear, desperate to hold on to his control.

“You feel so good, Echo,” Mael mumbled. He drew out and thrust forward.“Sofucking good.”

Echo was made for him, of that he was certain. Accurate or not, he didn’t care. In his mind it was canonical truth. Fate had given them what they needed, their other half.

Laying his head on Mael’s shoulder, Echo arched his back, sinking both cocks another fraction of an inch inside him. They moaned together, and continued to as they thrashed, body meeting body. He had Echo nearly bent in half, his knees aligned to his nipples. Mael slid one hand up around the knee and tweaked a nipple.

White fluid squeezed out.

Milk?

Echo stiffened. He turned his head, peeking at Mael from the corner of his eye.

Mael shuddered and squeezed again, the milk dripping over his fingers. He wanted to bring his fingers to his lips for a taste but couldn’t without dropping Echo. With the other hand, he tested the other nipple. Once again, milk flowed.

“Fucking hell, Echo,”Mael murmured, closing his eyes.

Echo slid his arms over his chest, stiffening against him more.

“Does it feel good when you squeeze your nipples?” Mael asked against Echo’s ear. “Are they sensitive?”

“Yes,” Echo whispered.

“Squeeze them for me.”

Echo turned his head, frowning.

“Show me how you like to be touched there,” Mael said. “So I know how to do it right.”

Echo lowered his arm, relaxing slightly. He lifted both hands to his tiny, puffy breasts and squeezed, milk shooting from both and hitting the tiled wall of the shower.

Mael’s legs trembled. “Oh, that’sfuckinghot. Let me taste.”

Echo lifted one hand to Mael’s lips. He suckled the milk off each finger and groaned at the semi-sweet flavor of it.

“Squeeze them while I fuck you,” Mael said, watching Echo massage both tiny peaks.

He watched over Echo’s shoulder, obsessed with the milk dribbling and flowing from each pull of the flesh—and couldn’t wait to have them in his hands and mouth.

Mael breathed roughly into Echo’s ear. “You turn me on, baby. So much…”

Echo laid his head back and captured Mael’s lips.

“I can’t… hold… on…”

“Put your babies inside me,” Echo said. “Breed me, alpha.”

Mael roared, coming so hard he saw stars floating in his vision. He pumped up into Echo’s body, filling his mate with seed until he worried he couldn’t remain upright. Mael lowered Echo’s feet to the shower tile and bent his knees, thrusting a few more times to empty his balls.

As soon as he caught his breath, he spun Echo around and lowered his head. He captured a swollen nipple between his lips and sucked. Milk flowed over his tongue, and he groaned with pleasure. “Take today off… we can spend it in bed.”

“I can’t,” Echo said. “I wish I could.”

Mael had a ton to do himself and couldn’t take off, but the hell if it wasn’t tempting. “I can’t either, but I wanna play.”

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