Connor turned from him, stopping in the doorway to adjust his shorts and take a breath, and ascended the stairs. “Laurence,” Connor’s voice was distant. “What are you guys doing?”
Adonis turned his attention to what Connor had asked of him. He lay out on the mattress and dipped his fingers into his slit. He did not take the time to stretch himself out the way Connor did, put pushed fingers in, lubing up his walls until he was sure Connor would fit. It was a tighter squeeze in this form with his cock and balls hanging from his slit already. But Connor never complained about it, nor did it douse the frequency of their matings. In fact, Adonis suspected that Connor liked getting to tease his cock while stretching him out.
Connor re-entered the room suddenly.
Adonis jerked his gaze to Connor in surprise. “He is gone?”
“They’ve got another boat with them. Laurence is going back to get drinks… I told him I forgot them.” Connor shrugged off his shirt as he strode to the bed and kicked off his shorts. He was rubbing his cock as he straddled Adonis. “So we’ve got about… three minutes? Four minutes?” He cast Adonis his signature wicked smile. “Think we can squeeze a quickie in?”
Adonis nodded, though he had his doubts. But he did not care if Laurence returned and overheard their mating—so long as Connor did not notice and stop. That would be devastating.
“Did you stretch yourself out like I said?” Connor asked him, handling Adonis’s cock carefully and pressing it up and against his stomach. The position pulled his balls up and out, clear of the slit.
“Yes,” Adonis said.
Connor guided his cock to the base of Adonis’s balls, following their outline to Adonis’s entrance, where he burrowed his cock with a smooth, careful thrust.
Adonis grunted at the sudden fullness.
Connor’s gaze was on the point where he went in, and Adonis saw the goosebumps break out over his skin. “It always looks so dirty,” Connor said, more to himself than Adonis. His grey eyes swept up to Adonis’s face. “Can you hold your dick up for me?”
Adonis did so immediately, eager to please.
Connor rewarded him with a grin. “You can touch yourself, too. Three minutes, remember? Tell me if I hurt you.”
Connor never did.
Connor braced his hands on either side of Adonis’s head and started a quick thrusting pace. Adonis did his best to meet Connor’s thrusts, but he scarcely kept the effort up for a minute before his spine started tingling, and he struggled to move with the pleasure point Connor’s cock nailed on his inward strokes. Connor’s eyes shut as the first groan hummed from his throat. A fine layer of sweat formed on his skin as he pounded relentlessly into Adonis, fucking him with determined urgency.
Adonis shut his eyes, his breath hitching. His insides convulsed in pleasure, and his muscles twitched sporadically as heat and release fired down his nerves. He cried out when Connor grabbed his cock, fisting him in a firm grip, letting that delicious pleasure join in as he came.
Adonis’s body turned slack as the sharp release of pleasure dissipated, and only the aftereffects remained in his body.
There was a slick sound where Connor pounded into him, his orgasm having produced an abundance of lubricant.
Connor bent to him, the kiss he pressed to Adonis’s lips interspersed with moans. “Perfect as always, Adonis,” Connor praised him.
Keen delight filled Adonis at his words, pleased that he had earned Connor’s admiration during their mating. Others of his kind told different stories, warned him of rough partners, painful joinings… Connor had never been rough, nor their joinings painful. The only time there was a hint of roughness was when Connor teased him into the dominant role, and he could never be careful the same way Connor was…
“I’m about to…” Connor moaned. His hips thrust forward hard, his cock twitching inside of Adonis. Connor cried out as Adonis felt the wonderful heat spilling inside him. Adonis groaned in delight, holding Connor’s hips and thrusting up to meet him, doing his best to draw out Connor’s orgasm for as long as he could.
Connor flagged, draping over Adonis’s body with a satisfied sigh. He reached up to run his fingers through Adonis’s hair. Adonis returned the fond gesture as they caught their breaths.
Chapter Forty
Adonis
Adonis snaked his arm around Connor’s waist, holding him with his cock still inside. He loved how it felt in there, liked to think about every drop of semen ending up inside of him, even though his body lacked the organs to result in a pregnancy.
“Hm…” Connor hummed. “Coming inside feels good,” he said lazily.
“Yes,” Adonis agreed, mind numbed by delirious delight. “Even if I cannot carry your child.”
“Yeah. I can’t… wait… what?” Connor sat up, directing a puzzled frown at Adonis. His gaze slid down Adonis’s body to where his cock slipped out of him.
A bolt of fear cut through Adonis. “I can bring you children,” he said urgently. “I cannot carry them, but I swear I will find you appropriate wombs that can.”
Connor sat back on his heels and ran a placating hand down the length of Adonis’s thigh. “Easy, It’s okay. We can talk. You don’t need to panic,” he told Adonis. Connor’s face was one of utter confusion, despite his soothing tone.
