Page 112 of Full Body Hit: Part 2
“The buildings are so low,” Chase noticed as the car dropped them off in the centre. Auston nodded, lacing their fingers together as they walked down the pedestrian streets, dipping into boutiques and shops full of clay pieces.
“Oh, we should buy Sammy and Noah something,” Chase suggested. “Do you think it’ll survive the plane ride?”
Auston inspected the bowls and figurines Chase was pointing at. “I bet they’d wrap it up for you so it doesn’t break. We can tuck clothes around them too.”
Chase nodded eagerly. “Okay…let’s look at more places, but I love this plate. You could hang it, honestly. Or this mug! For Sammy’s coffee addiction.”
“As if Sammy needs more stimulants,” Auston joked.
Chase bumped their hips together playfully.
They’d been warned that shops would close from two to four or five, so Chase managed to find a few pieces by then, freeing them up to go for lunch. Auston was happy with Chase taking the lead in ordering them a few small plates—octopus andcroquetasand fish in tomato and artichoke with paté and a loopedbreadstick piled with a potato-salad-like thing, an anchovy striping it on top.
“Amarinera,” the waiter explained about the last dish. “From Murcia. You see south of Spain?”
“No, this is my first time in Spain,” Chase said.
The waiter nodded. “Maspalomas? Good also.”
Everything was delicious. It was nice seeing Auston tuck in, too—he’d been muted since leaving New Orleans, not mopey but quiet, appetite suppressed. He hummed in delight at the Spanish food, though, and Chase took note of the dishes he demolished—thecroquetas, themarinera—and ordered more.
“Damn. That was good,” Auston said. They asked for coffee and lingered at the table, sitting outside under an awning and watching people walk by.
It was stillsiestatime when they finished, so they made their way to the hotel for their own little nap.
The room was nice and cool as they entered. They showered together in the large bathroom, kissing under the spray and soaping each other up.
“Daddy,” Chase breathed, the word almost washed away by the water. Auston seemed to come alive, pushing Chase against the tiled wall, deepening the kiss, fingers searching and bruising.
They were so distracted, they were lucky to get all the soap off. Chase laughed as they dripped on the floor, Auston throwing a big towel over his head and rubbing him vigorously.
“Hey,” Chase admonished, trying to get out of the fluffy trap. He swiped blindly, catching Auston on the side.
“Oof.” Auston grabbed Chase’s flailing hands, using them to pull him in, their chests bumping, Auston still soaked. Chase shook his head and the towel fell away, revealing his eyes and letting him see.
Auston was grinning, long eyelashes clumped together, skin glistening. Chase’s breath literally caught, lungs freezing as ifthey were saying,This is too much, he’s too beautiful, we need a fucking moment here.
Since he didn’t need air, Chase leaned up and kissed Auston, licking into his mouth hungrily. “Daddy,” he whispered, needing to feel his skin. His body, cooled down from the shower a second ago, burned up again.
Chase pushed them towards the rack of towels, grabbing one and drying Auston off as well as he could while still stealing kisses from him. Auston laughed through it, and Chase realised he’d been missing this—Auston’s happy scent, his bright expression.
They tumbled out of the bathroom and onto the bed, still damp but not caring.
Chase was already so slick, insides pulsing with the need to be filled, a deep ache that had him clinging onto Auston as if no amount of closeness were close enough.
“Daddy,” he pleaded, catching Auston’s middle with his legs, wiggling as if he could slip his mate’s big dick in that way.
Auston pulled away just enough to grab himself and grind in. Chase shut his eyes, world shrinking to the point of contact, of his hole stretching on the head of Auston’s cock, taking him in. It was wet and tight, the pressure making him reel, walls expanding, Chase’s body adjusting for his Alpha like it was made for it.
Everything melted away. He was being filled. Claimed. Auston pushed in and in and in until he was as deep as he could go, joining them together into one amphibious creature, made for the wet as much as the hot heat of the desert.
Auston ground his hips, Chase feeling it all over, the way Auston’s cock rubbed everywhere—his prostate, his rim. He shuddered, gasping for breath, and then Auston was fucking him, long, hard thrusts that had Chase slipping into some warm and shocking place.
It was just Chase and Auston caught in time. Auston hunched forwards, nose in Chase’s neck, mouth on his mating bite. Chase tingled, glands pulsing, squeezing around Auston.
It didn’t take long. The pressure, the heat—it was too much, cracking Chase open from the inside, making everything spill out in waves of light. Auston grunted, pace quickening for a few seconds and then he was twitching, filling Chase up. They panted into each other’s skin, shaking and satiated, like they’d been filled with something cleaner than they had spilt.
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