Page 25 of Silas's Sweetheart

“Did you know my balls are really sensitive? Hmmm? Let’s see if you can make me come by licking and sucking them," he asked in a husky tone, widening his legs and moving Silas’s head lower.

It was awkward with the height difference, despite him being on his knees, but Silas couldn’t give a rat’s ass. He parted his lips and his tongue laved at the ball sac when Ziggy rocked closer. The waxed skin was as smooth as the silk thong that was tucked between Ziggy’s ass cheeks. He had to resist sneaking his tongue lower to trace its path.

“Suck my balls, darlin’. Get them nice and wet.”

Silas groaned, his body quivering at the weight of the balls as he sucked them into the cavern of his mouth. The taste of Ziggy’s body wash and muskiness made him desperate as his tongue snaked around the flesh, rolling them.

His arousal throbbed painfully in the confines of his slacks as he worked his tongue around the sac repeatedly, Ziggy groaning his appreciation for his efforts. Spit dribbled out of the corners of his mouth, over his chin and down the front of his shirt as hisnose pressed into Ziggy’s groin, making it harder to breathe. He didn’t stop.

The lewd slurping noises increased as Ziggy held him in place and thrust. He sucked and slurped for all he was worth when Ziggy heaped praise on him. When his scent increased and the cock his nose rubbed against pulsed, everything got hazy with the high that came from the lack of oxygen, Ziggy’s smell and how good it felt to please him.

“So good darlin’,” Ziggy moaned, pre-cum smeared down Silas’s skin. “That tongue is so clever. So good. You deserve the reward I’m going to give you. You’re gonna let me come all over your face, aren’t you sweetheart?”

Silas gagged and moaned in agreement. He’d do anything, because he knew the minute the cum hit his face he’d lose control. He couldn’t fucking wait.

“Is that you Silas?”

Standing in the dimly lit hallway, having locked the front door and re-set the alarm quietly—or so he’d thought—Silas froze.

“It is. I was just locking up,” he murmured, knowing Dad would hear him, not turning because he wasn’t a hundred percent certain that he didn’t have cum in his hair or flakes on his face. Ziggy had licked him clean and he hadn’t gone to check himself out before leaving work. He’d wanted a little longer to feel—to smell—Ziggy on him.

“You’re very late. Problem at work?”

He didn’t need to look over his shoulder to know Dad was right behind him. Suddenly, Silas felt like a teenager getting caught after having had a few beers too many, trying to act sober. He couldn’t continue to stand as he was, so he slipped off his suit jacket, sniffing at himself to see how obvious it was he’d had sex,before tucking it under his arm. Then he ran a hand through his hair. Finding nothing, he answered, “Just a lot to juggle.”

“Want to talk about it?”

Concern left Silas conflicted. Seeing no way out, he turned, shaking his head. “It’s late. I’m sure Popi is waiting for you.” He didn’t meet Dad’s gaze, feeling awkward like he’d never felt before.

Dad stood a couple of feet away, wearing an expression that made Silas’s stomach twist uncomfortably. “Why do I feel you are trying to fob me off? What am I missing here? Clearly something by the way you are acting.” He took a step closer.

Rubbing at the back of his head, Silas resisted taking a step back when Dad’s nose twitched, and his eyes narrowed.

Silas looked away first. “There is—” Dad held up his hand and Silas’s lips snapped closed on the lie he was about to tell.

“Silas, when have you ever felt the need to lie to me?”

He groaned under his breath. “Dad…” he sighed and confessed, “I was at work… with someone.” Did he need to spell it out?

“With someone?” He arched a silver brow, the twinkle in his eye suggesting he understood but wasn’t letting it go.

“Dadddd,” Silas groaned, too tired for these games.

Dad hooked a hand around his elbow. “Come on, let's have a beer and you can tell me all about the omega that is keeping you late at work.”

“It’s nothing,” he persisted, even as he was guided into the kitchen. He dropped his jacket onto a seat and used it as an excuse to put some distance between him and Dad when he couldn’t find a real excuse to leave.

Two bottles of beer laid on the counter, Dad grabbed a bag of chips and opened them, placing them next to the beers. Silas refused to sigh and took the seat furthest away from Dad. Hegrabbed a bottle, unscrewed the lid and sipped at the beer, tasting the hops and removing the lingering salty taste of Ziggy.

Dad nursed his bottle and held Silas’s gaze.

“There’s nothing to say, Dad.” Silas shifted uncomfortably on the chair when Dad continued to stare.

“Alright,” he groaned, slumping on his seat. He swigged from the bottle, resigning himself to saying something when Dad used the silence as a weapon, one he knew Silas would need to break. “It’s just sex. Simple as that.”

“When it comes to you, Silas, there is nothing simple about sex.”

Beer bubbled out of the bottle with how fast it hit the counter. “What is happening with… the omega is just about sex, nothing more. I don’t know what you mean by sex not being simple,” he exclaimed, unnerved by how his hand trembled from such an observation.

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