Page 62 of The Lonely Hearts Guide

Alexander swallowed. He wanted that. He wanted to see his beautiful beau in a complete state of undress, but after the appearance of Honey through his tummy, Alexander didn’t want to take any risks. “As much as I’d love to see you, I’m worried your skin might turn see-through again. I don’t want to risk her seeing us like this.”

Elliot gaped at him. “You’re right. I didn’t even think of that. Should we refrain until she’s been born?”

Alexander shook his head. “As long as you keep your shirt on, we should be fine.” He leaned closer, pressing his face into Elliot’s groin, inhaling deeply. “God, Elliot. I could live off this scent.”

Elliot feathered his fingers through Alexander’s hair. “What do I smell like?”

“Like a man,” Alexander whispered. “Like my man.”

Alexander knew his way around a cock, and he planned to demonstrate his knowledge to Elliot. He curled his fingers around Elliot’s shaft and guided it to his lips, locking eyes with Elliot as he leaned closer and placed a kiss on the tip. Elliot whimpered, his entire body trembling, and a bead of pre-cum pearled at the tip. Alexander extended his tongue and licked it clean. The moment the droplet touched his tongue, Alexander moaned.

“You taste so sweet.”

He nodded, his bottom lip between his teeth, looking like he was ready to come out of his skin. “I’m made that way. My body doesn’t break down waste. As explained in Mother’s initial Manual for a Happy Home, my body keeps fluids and waste cooled to avoid it spoiling before it can be expelled.”

Alexander licked the tip of Elliot’s cock. “So I’m essentially snacking on last night’s juice?”

Elliot nodded, arching his hips instinctually. “More or less. My internal processors keep it cool so it doesn’t go bad, then my body warms it as it’s expelled. Alexander, please? More. More of what you were just doing.” Elliot slid his hand down until he was cradling his balls, rolling them with his fingers. “More everything.”

“All right. Lie back for me. Relax, sweetheart.”

Elliot nodded, lying back, resting his head on the pillow. Alexander opened his mouth, taking Elliot’s sizable cock to the back of his throat with ease, thankful he never had much of a gag reflex. Elliot was making sounds Alexander never heard anyone make before. Needy, broken little whimpers that had Alexander’s cock twitching.

Each dive down felt like Alexander was taking more and more of Elliot into himself. Swallowing his pooling pre-cum like he was swallowing Elliot’s very soul. His hands roamed and lingered in places he’d only dreamt of touching every time he remembered the boy on the ferry dock. The man with a heart the size of Dallas. Alexander’s good boy.

Pulling off Elliot’s cock, Alexander jacked him slowly, staring into Elliot’s eyes. “I want to fuck you.”

Elliot’s eyes widened. “You do?”

To prove it, Alexander lifted Elliot’s legs, spreading them so they didn’t push against his belly, and guided them closer to his chest. “Hold on to your thighs, baby.”

Elliot’s lip trembled like he was overcome with emotion, but he did as Alexander asked. With his legs against his chest, he whispered, “Please be gentle.”

Alexander nodded. “I swear it. We can go as slow as you need.” Caressing Elliot’s cheeks, he pulled them apart, revealing a small pink hole. The sight of it had Alexander’s cock leaking, and he reached down to free himself, dragging the head up and down Elliot’s crack, spreading his pre-cum around the entrance. When he pulled back, he leaned down and licked Elliot clean, purring at the flavor of his pre-cum mixed perfectly with Elliot’s flesh.

Elliot let out a guttural moan, louder than any Alexander had ever heard before, and pleaded for more. Who was Alexander to deny him? He licked Elliot again, this time focusing on the left cheek, covering every inch. His skin was soft like cashmere, and as he turned his attention inward, the light dusting of hair in Elliot’s crack felt incredible against Alexander’s face. He worked Elliot’s hole with precision, pushing in past the ring of muscle, moaning obscenely when Elliot clenched around him.

There was movement above, and when he looked up, Elliot was stroking himself, and Alexander realized that even if the sight of Elliot bringing himself pleasure was the only thing Alexander ever saw, he still would have seen the world. Because that’s what Elliot was. He was Alexander’s entire world. His universe. Every star in every sky from the beginning of time, right up to the end. Alexander wanted to see more. All of Elliot. The shirt was hiding his creamy skin, and even knowing Honey might wake, he couldn’t keep going without seeing more of Elliot.

“Will you take off your shirt?” Alexander requested.

Elliot blinked hazily at him. “But you said—”

“I know,” Alexander interrupted with a smile, his cock twitching at the thought of seeing Elliot’s bare chest. “We’ll cover your bump with a blanket.” He stood and walked toward the closet, wanting to grab a cover from the top shelf. The sound of Elliot’s needy whine stopped him when he was halfway across the room. Looking over his shoulder, he realized Elliot’s eyes were on his ass. Alexander arched an eyebrow. “See something you like?”

Elliot licked his lips, nodding. “I want to be inside you.” His eyes widened like he hadn’t meant to say the words aloud. “Sorry, I didn’t mean—”

Alexander shook his head. “Don’t apologize. I want that, too. Did you want to fuck me instead? I can do you after.”

“Not yet. I’ve never done it before. Jared never allowed it. I want to, though..”

Alexander’s heart fluttered. “I’ll teach you. I’ve only bottomed a handful of times, but I want to bottom for you.”

“Okay. Yeah, Alexander. We can do that.”

Returning to their bed, Alexander lifted Elliot’s shirt, happy to see creamy skin instead of a window into the womb. But Alexander didn’t want to take chances, so he spread an old throw blanket over Elliot’s stomach, then returned to his place between Elliot’s legs. He licked and lapped at Elliot’s hole like he’d never have the chance again, not stopping until Elliot was a moaning, whining mess.

Reluctantly, Alexander removed his tongue, replacing it with his finger. He slid in with ease, Elliot’s tight heat feeling like a heater turned on full blast. Elliot’s inner walls clamped around him, tighter than any hole he’d ever penetrated.

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