“I’ll go another round, but you have to take me to bed and just fuck me there. I have no energy left,” I said.
Marcello’s chest started moving as he chuckled. “I’ll do just that. But first, I’m going to clean us and get us out of the shower.”
I nodded—at least I think I did. I felt myself being lifted and then placed on the bench. Marcello left but quickly returned, and I opened my eyes when I felt water raining gently over me. My mate was holding a showerhead that had a long tube attached to it. It felt amazing, and I really needed to get up and be active in cleaning up, but my energy was just gone.
“Your energy will return once you eat something. I fed from you twice in a very short amount of time. That was greedy of me since you haven’t yet eaten your breakfast.”
I opened my eyes and looked up at Marcello. His eyes were once again brown, but as I stared at him, they started to get a red ring around them.
“I’m hungry. But I don’t know if I can walk to the bedroom. Give me five minutes to get the feeling back in my legs.”
Marcello chuckled. “I can do that.” He took the showerhead away and returned moments later with a soapy cloth. He quickly rubbed all over me, washing everywhere he could reach with me lying on my back. When he needed to reach the backside, he simply lifted me up, and then I was suddenly sitting with my head leaning on Marcello’s torso.
His beautiful cock that was still half-hard, and I reached out and touched the balls that were hanging below, wondering how they still felt as full as they were. Marcello’s hands replaced the cloth, and when his cock bobbed in front of me, I moved my hands from his balls to the hardening appendage, which was quickly becoming a favorite thing of mine.
I stroked twice and then pulled it upward and opened my mouth. He had obviously rinsed it off because I didn’t taste any slick or cum, but there was a hint of soap left. Marcello moaned, and his hands left my back and shoulders before threading into my hair. He pulled my head upward enough to where I was facing him now, but I was a bit too tall to continue sucking him.
“Will you get on your knees for me?” Marcello asked quietly.
I slid from the seat and to the shower floor. Marcello closed his eyes for a moment before he opened them and reached for my face. “Good boy. Such a perfect little mate.”
I smiled. Never before did I think that being called a good boy or a perfect mate would make me feel amazing, but it did something to me that I didn’t quite understand. When his cock came into view again, without a thought, I opened my mouth, and he slid his length in. I moaned when his eyes met mine and his cock hit the back of my throat.
Chapter 7
Marcello
Fuck! It had been a huge gamble praising Abel like that, but when he slid to his knees so perfectly without even a thought, I fell in love right then and there. When I praised him and felt the surge of pleasure from him through our bond, I wanted to kiss Thomas. I wouldn’t, of course. But I was so incredibly thankful for being gifted a beloved who was open to things. What was even better was that he seemed to be a natural at it.
I held Abel’s gaze as I slid my cock in and out of his mouth. He moaned every time I pulled out, and as I slipped in, his hands gently tugged on my balls, which still felt heavy and full. I knew that the hard tile wasn’t the best place to fuck my beloved’s mouth for the first time, so after only a few minutes, I gently pulled out and gave my length a harsh stroke before letting it go.
“I want to fuck your mouth so much, but my concern for you and your knees and legs is greater,mio angelo,” I said as I reached down and helped Abel up. Just as I thought, his legs wouldn’t hold him, but that wasn’t an issue for me. I simply picked him up and carried him into the center of the spray. It was still warm, something that I was thankful for because the water had been on for some time already. I wasted little timerinsing my beloved, and once the suds were gone from his body, I turned the water off and carried Abel out of the shower.
“I’m sleepy.”
“I bet you are. But you need to eat,” I told him.
Abel’s quiet sigh as he laid his head on my shoulder softened something in me. I knew it was only because of him and only ever would be. I could only ever afford to be this way with him because if I ever let my guard down out in my world, I wouldn’t come home to him.
I grabbed a towel, and after I managed to get it open on the counter, I set Abel down on it. Immediately, I started rubbing his thighs, hoping they didn’t ache too much.
“How are you feeling?”
“Good. Tired though.” Abel smiled shyly. How could he be shy after what we just did?
“Did you enjoy yourself?” I asked, already knowing the answer. It hadn’t been an overly long intimate encounter, but I had plans for my beloved, and he would quickly learn just how high my sexual needs were.
“I did.”
I smiled as I came back to him with another towel to dry him off. Abel tried to take it from me, but I wasn’t having that. I first dried his hair with gusto, and when I pulled it off his head, his hair was standing every which way. He looked adorable, but Abel immediately ran his fingers through his hair and tried to fix it.
“We didn’t wash your hair,” I told him. “We can take another shower later, after we wake up from our nap.”
Abel’s eyes widened. “We’re taking a nap?”
I had finished drying my beloved and used the towel to quickly dry myself. “Eventually,” I said. “You seemed to be enjoying spending the night in my bed, but trust me when I say that I got very little sleep last night.” I’d been able to doze some,but between the throbbing and leaking dick and the aching fangs and growling stomach, I’d struggled to stay asleep for long.
“I’m sorry,” Abel said. “I would have been happy to sleep on the floor so you could have your bed.”
