Chapter 15
Finally alone in the guest suite, Qylar sat on the bed and drew Kenji closer to stand between his spread thighs. From the moment he’d seen his mate in the robe, all he could think about was leaving it in a puddle beside the bed as soon as possible. Now was his chance.
“You look good,” Qylar said, looking up at Kenji.
Kenji wrapped his arms around Qylar’s shoulders. “You haven’t been able to stop looking at me since I put this thing on.”
“I’ve been wondering if you’ve got anything on underneath it and that broke my brain.” He drew up the bottom of the robe, slowly exposing skin. He snorted with laughter when the first thing he found were Kenji’s pair of bright white Adidas running shoes still on.
“What?”
“Most Nefyrians go shoeless.”
Kenji kicked them off without releasing his neck. “The human in me likes wearing shoes in public spaces.”
Qylar drew Kenji closer. “In private spaces, the Nefyrian in me… wants to be the Nefyrian in you.”
Kenji grinned and sat on Qylar’s lap. “Both sides of me approve of that suggestion.”
Qylar lifted Kenji’s chin and claimed a kiss. He growled, need mounting. “I nearly went into that shop and dragged you out. I’m not used to sharing you with other people.”
“Possessive much?”
“I am,” Qylar whispered before stealing another kiss. “You’re mine.”
Kenji’s eyes darkened, his breath coming faster.
Qylar traced that same path he had earlier, a slow slide from sternum to the belt. Only this time, he unhooked it, along with the first set of ties. Opening the front panel, he spotted Kenji’s briefs. “Couldn’t go commando, hmm?”
“I figured it was safer given it’s my first time here, wearing this.”
“If you go commando, I can pull up your robes and have you whenever I want, wherever I want.”
A tremor raced through Kenji. “As if you don’t already have me whenever, wherever you want?”
Qylar fought a satisfied smile as he reached under the waistband of Kenji’s briefs. “But naked under a robe is even easier access for me.”
“Qylar,” Kenji whined, his eyes closing as Qylar wrapped his hand over his shaft.
“Open your eyes,” Qylar commanded.
Kenji’s eyes whipped open, and his gaze locked on Qylar’s.
Qylar coaxed his hand slowly up and down, getting Kenji harder and harder.
“Does that feel good, baby?”
“Yeah,” Kenji whispered, his eyelids heavy as his chest rose and fell faster.
Qylar searched his face a few seconds before zeroing in on his gaze again. “You look so gorgeous right now… your face flushed and glowing… lips already swollen from my kisses.”
Kenji arched his back, his thighs spreading open more and giving Qylar more access. He spread his lower tentacles and curled them under the waistband of Kenji’s briefs and tugged them down without impeding the motion of his hand.
“Don’t stop,” Kenji whispered, his head tilting up, exposing his neck.
Qylar took advantage, kissing and nibbling a hot trail from Kenji’s clavicle to the back of his ear. Kenji writhed in his lap, low, quiet moans escaping his lips. He dropped the briefs on the floor and used his tentacles to unfasten the other set of ties, finally exposing all of Kenji.
“Stand up,” Qylar told him.
From the look on Kenji’s face, he didn’t want to—but he did all the same.
Qylar slipped the robe off Kenji’s shoulders and watched it fall to a puddle on the floor, just as he’d imagined it on the long walk to the apartment.
Not that they’d had far to go, but it had taken way too long considering where his mind was.
He took in the sight of Kenji’s swollen body and ground his teeth together.
After pressing a kiss in the middle of his chest, Qylar slid off the bed and knelt at Kenji’s feet.
Qylar hissed in pain, the denim and the metal zipper cutting into his shaft, but he feared taking off his pants too soon because he might not be able to take things as slow as he wanted to.
With a look up at his mate, he drew Kenji’s hard cock between his lips and ran his tongue around the glans.
Kenji whimpered and shook, his knees going out from under him.
Qylar spread his tentacles and wrapped them around Kenji, helping him stay on his feet.
With one hand, he gripped the base, holding it level for his suckling mouth.
The other kneaded Kenji’s sac and fingered his taint.
More and more Kenji relied on Qylar’s tentacles to keep him standing.
He was lost to the pleasure of Qylar’s mouth and hands, his eyes nearly black—pupils blown.
Qylar watched Kenji’s expressive face throughout, except for the brief seconds he nuzzled his nose against the curling hairs at the base of his mate’s shaft before another upward swing.
When he felt Kenji’s nuts tighten up, he drew his mouth off for a moment just to ask, “Are you ready to come for me, baby?”
“Yessss,” Kenji hissed, his body writhing in Qylar’s grip.
Qylar swallowed Kenji whole, bobbing his head up and down until he felt the moment his mate shattered. He didn’t stop then, either, but sucked even harder, shoving Kenji into the abyss and swallowing the first jets of cum.
Kenji roared, head fallen back and his body coated in a sheen of sweat.
Qylar feasted on Kenji’s salty-sweet flavor, lapping it all up.
When all that was left was the aftershocks, Qylar carried Kenji to bed and tucked him under the covers.
Once undressed, he slid in beside his already napping mate and curled up around him.
He brushed damp strands from Kenji’s forehead away and dropped a kiss there before drifting off to sleep himself, pleasure in Kenji’s satisfaction all he really needed.
When Kenji awakened alone in bed, he searched around for Qylar.
His body felt boneless, a delicious exhaustion weakening him.
The idea of getting up seemed too much, but after a few minutes and the distant sound of children giggling, he forced himself up.
He drew the robe back on, sans briefs, and walked out to find Qylar.
He rubbed his face as he approached the main living space.
The apartment was somewhat like one you’d find on Earth, only more streamlined in the design.
Still, the same swirling, wave-like patterns were everywhere.
It was multi-level, each room a few steps or lower than the one before it, giving it a spiraling feel, like the curve of a nautilus.
It was familiar enough not to overwhelm, unique enough to be fascinating.
When he exited the hallway, Qylar’s gaze immediately went to his, a roguish smile coming to the man’s lips.
Kenji fought his own smile.
Qylar sat on the floor, allowing Zaadi to paint his toenails a sparkly pink while Cryss built a tower with chunky Legos alongside Aeloran nearby.
“Good evening, sleepy head,” Alex said from his perch on a couch of sorts, his bare feet elevated.
“Good evening,” Kenji replied.
“How did you sleep?” Alex asked, a knowing smile on his lips.
“Well,” Kenji answered, his face warming. He’d tried to hold back his pleasure with Qylar earlier, but it had damned well been impossible. He hoped the kids hadn’t heard him bellowing.
“You woke up right on time,” Alex said. “Dinner should be delivered before long.”
Kenji grinned. “All I seem to do lately is eat.”
“Insatiable?” Alex asked with a grin.
Kenji’s face warmed again. He scratched his ear and fought a smile. “I never used to have a huge appetite, but now? I can’t stop.”
Qylar lifted a brow and crooked a finger, signaling for him to come over.
Kenji joined him and took his hand to help him sit on the floor at his side.
Zaadi was just finishing up Qylar’s last little toe when she looked at Kenji’s bare feet peeking out.
He must’ve kicked off his socks in his sleep, which he often did.
“Do you need your toes painted, too?” Zaadi asked him, eagerness in her expression.
Kenji looked at the messy paint job on Qylar’s feet and chuckled inwardly.
“I was hoping you might ask,” Kenji said, straightening his legs out. “I would love for you to paint mine, too.”
Zaadi crawled over, shaking her little bottle, a broad smile on her face. “Do you want pink like Uncle Q, or do you want purple?” She lifted a bottle of lavender to show him his options.
“Which one do you think would look best?”
“Purple would look prettier with your robe,” she declared and shook that bottle up.
“Then, purple, by all means,” Kenji said.
Zaadi got to work on his toes as Qylar wrapped an arm over his shoulders and drew him close. He rested his head against Qylar’s chest and sighed with a contentment he wasn’t sure he’d ever felt before.
“Uncle Q?”
“Yes, princess?”
“Uncle Kenji needs a pedicure, bad.”
Uncle Kenji. Pain blossomed in Kenji’s chest, making it hard to breathe. Tears burned the backs of his eyes. Why the title made him suddenly overwhelmed with emotion, he wasn’t sure. Maybe it was simply being included as a member of the family.
He’d never felt like family to anyone before.
No, that wasn’t the true, either. Qylar was beginning to feel like home.
Qylar leaned over and eyed Kenji’s feet. “They look pretty good to me. Nice and clean with even nails.”
Zaadi rolled her eyes dramatically. “Uncle Q—look at his cuticles.”
“Excuse me, Ms. Professional Salon Owner. Should I get him the works?” Qylar asked Zaadi. “Manicure, too?”
Zaadi glanced up at Kenji’s hands before applying the first stroke of purple polish. “Yep. Manicure, too.”
Qylar turned to grin at him, but his smile faded and turned into a frown. He mouthed, “You okay?”
Kenji nodded, trying to remain in control.
Qylar didn’t look convinced.
Kenji noticed the kids’ iPad lying nearby. He snagged it and handed it to Qylar. “Open it, please?”
Qylar did and handed it back, brow furrowed.
He opened the Notes app and typed a question.
Did you ask her to call me Uncle Kenji?
He handed it over to Qylar. It was returned seconds later with a reply.