Hades pressed his chest against Aaren’s back, pushing every last inch of his cock into Aaren’s ass. Aaren shuddered, trying desperately not to moan.
“Hello?” Ballus snapped. “Are you there?”
“Wh-What?” Aaren said, but he couldn’t think. Hades was so big inside him, and he was thrusting harder now, his cock so hot and heavy.
Hades pressed his lips to Aaren’s other ear, his breath puffing out in a silent laugh. “Your boyfriend is talking to you, sweetheart,” he said, barely audible.
And he ground his cock against Aaren’s prostate, so all Aaren could do was writhe and wheeze.
“Answer him,” Hades said, sounding pleased.
“I know you’re there,” Ballus growled. “Speak up, you useless piece of trash! Where’s my breakfast?”
Aaren had to fight not to blurt the first words that came to mind.He’s so big inside me.“I—I’m at work right now,” he said, his cock aching between his legs.
“Like hell you’re at work! It’s 3 AM!”
“Th-Things got b-busy,” Aaren said. Hades changed the angle and thrust in; Aaren’s toes curled. “I h-have to get to my other job. The p-private chef one.”
Oh gods, Hades was nibbling on his neck, his fingers sliding around Aaren to stroke down his belly, dangerously close to his cock. His fingertips brushed through Aaren’s wiry hair, wrapping around his base.
Hades was touching his sensitive parts, buried inside him, and Ballus was in his ear, none the wiser.
“I don’t care where you are. Get back here and make me something to eat,” Ballus snapped.
I need to say something,Aaren thought.
Hades’ teeth sank into his shoulder. He hefted Aaren’s hips higher, and suddenly every thrust pounded against Aaren’s prostate, grinding bliss into his body. Aaren cried out.
“What was that?” Ballus said.
“I—” Another thrust, another burst of pleasure. “I b-burned my h-hand,” Aaren panted, sounding so breathless that it was a miracle Ballus hadn’t caught on.
“I don’t fucking care if you burned your hand. Get back here and cook!”
Hades closed his fist around Aaren’s cock. Aaren squirmed, and Hades slid in deeper.
“It’s so hot,” Aaren moaned.
Hades’ chest shook against him, like he was holding back a laugh. He began to fuck Aaren into his fist, and Aaren wheezed.
“What the fuck is going on?”
“My h-hand,” Aaren cried, his voice going high when Hades pinned him down against the bed and slammed his cock home. Oh fuck, if he kept this up, Aaren was going to come. “I-I burned it again! Ah,” he cried when Hades struck his sweet spot again. “Ah!”Thrust.“It’s attacking me!”Thrust.“The pot! Oh g-gods!”
Hades laughed.
“Is there someone with you?” Ballus asked accusingly.
Hades closed his mouth over Aaren’s shoulder and sucked. Aaren thrashed, his cock pulsing.
“It’s t-trying to kill me,” Aaren babbled. It was either that or moan about his alpha’s cock.
“What the hell!” Ballus shouted.
Hades began to fuck him for real, rough strokes that sent sparks of pleasure through Aaren’s entire body.
“It’s so big,” Aaren moaned, precome squirting out of him. “The co—The pot! It’s bigger than you!”
