Aaren’s face burned. Having the evidence of Hades’ pleasure all over him, marking him... It felt so forbidden but also so good.
“Will you paint your come on me too? In the painting,” Aaren said.
Hades groaned. “I had not thought of that. But yes. Now that you’ve mentioned it,fuckyes.”
Aaren shivered; he could only imagine what that painting would look like.
“Get back into position,” Hades said hoarsely. “I’ll help.”
He got off the bed and retrieved his phone, pulling up his photo of Aaren. With a gentle touch, he moved Aaren’s limbs back to where they had been. Except this time, Aaren’s hole felt better: used and slippery, with Hades’ come slowly leaking out of him.
“I can still feel you inside me,” Aaren blurted. “But it also feels like I’m back to being too empty.”
Hades rumbled. “You really need to be stuffed full, don’t you?”
Aaren nodded quickly.
“So beautiful,” Hades murmured, tracing Aaren’s lower lip with his thumb. He gathered some of his come off Aaren’s thighs and pushed it into Aaren’s mouth.
“Mmm!” Aaren sucked on his fingers eagerly. Hades gave a soft, hungry growl, his cock jerking.
Now that Aaren was looking more closely, he noticed that Hades’ knot had not swelled; his cock remained desperate and dark red, glistening with slick.
“I’ll give you another load soon. Let me get a bit more done.” Hades straightened his pants but left his cock and balls hanging out. He went back to his stool and picked up his abandoned palette and paintbrush.
It was slightly easier to wait for him, now that Aaren had an ass full of come. But the longer he stared at Hades’ hard cock, the more keenly he felt his heat again. Need hummed through his limbs. His nipples pebbled, his hole squeezing around nothing.
Aaren bit his lip and tried to hold still when Hades raked his gaze over his body, seeing every little detail about him. Hades took another picture too, of Aaren covered in his come.
“Hades,” Aaren whined.
“I’ll give you another load soon.” Hades wasn’t unaffected, either. With each minute that passed, his cock jerked harder, his body tensing as his gaze drifted back to Aaren, almost involuntarily. His breathing grew deeper too, precome flowing in rivulets down his cock.
“Alpha,” Aaren whimpered. “I need you inside again. Need your cock. Need you to impale me and come inside me.”
Actually, he was starting to get the urge to run, to see if Hades would pin him down and punish him with his cock. How could Hades just sit there and stare at him? Aaren was in heat. He needed his alpha to be all over him.
“Alpha,” Aaren pleaded.
“Fuck.” Hades stood, setting down his paintbrush. “Hold that pose.”
He prowled onto the bed, his cock swaying heavily between his legs. Aaren tried his best to keep his legs open, leaning back on his arms to offer his body.
“You look like a feast,” Hades murmured. He slotted his knees under Aaren’s folded legs and pushed his tip into the hole in Aaren’s panties, at the same time he leaned in to steal a kiss off Aaren’s lips. “You’ve been so good for me, sweetheart.”
And he lifted Aaren bodily, sinking Aaren down on his cock in one smooth stroke.
Aaren wheezed, squirting precome all over Hades’ chest. He shook and clutched at Hades’ shoulders; Hades lifted him up and down like a toy, like he was using Aaren’s body to jerk himself off. Then he pinned Aaren flat on his back and slammed into him, so Aaren thrashed and screamed.
“That’s it. Take my cock, sweetheart. You’re doing so well.” He fucked Aaren into a screaming orgasm, thrusting the entire time Aaren clenched and moaned. Then he kept on going, changing his angle so Aaren’s voice broke, and he came again.
It wasn’t until Aaren had come a few more times, and Hades had roared and come inside him, that Hades pulled out. He was still dripping come when he sat back in front of the easel, his cock looking so debauched that Aaren salivated.
“I like having your come inside me,” Aaren blurted.
Hades licked his lips. “Yeah?”
“Feels good to have your marking. But right now it’s sliding out of my hole ‘cuz you fucked me loose and I can’t close up all the way.”
