Chapter 7 Marcello
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 time rinsing 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.”
“There is no need for you to be sorry,” I told him. I tossed the towel on the counter and then picked my beloved back up. He made another cute squeak as I walked out of the bathroom with him in my arms.
“My legs feel better now,” he said.
“Yes, but I rather like having you in my arms. Give me this for now. You have just learned about me and what I am to you, but I’ve been without you for over a year.
” Besides, if he were walking, he’d most likely either try to put on some sort of clothing or go to the other chair.
I wanted him in my lap because I had plans for breakfast.
“It’s probably cold by now,” Abel said.
“Doubtful,” I told him as I sat down in the chair he’d been in earlier and moved him on my lap to where his legs were once again on the outside of mine. “It was delivered by Mazzi, and there is no way he would let the food go cold.”
“Oh,” Abel said quietly. He wiggled a little, and I grinned because my cock flexed at the friction it received from his actions.
That was most likely why he wiggled to begin with.
My cock was currently under his ass. The movement caused it to seat in his crease, which I quickly discovered was quite slick once again.
“Are you ready to eat?”
“Yes,” he said.
I reached for the fork and cut off a bite-sized piece of french toast and then forked a piece of strawberry. I brought it up, and when Abel tried to take the fork, I pulled it away.
“I can feed myself.”
“Yes, you can. But I have just claimed you and am feeling an overwhelming need to take care of you at the moment.”
Abel opened his mouth and accepted the bite of food.
He moaned, and the noise went straight to my dick, which flexed again under him.
He wiggled at the movement, which only seated me completely in his crease, and I had to bite my lower lip to keep from chuckling.
The head of my cock was now bumping against his balls, and it felt amazing.
One day very soon, I would fuck between his legs, and when I found my own release, I would feed from my beloved, causing him to have a screaming orgasm. Not today, but very soon.
I forked him another bite and wondered if Abel would figure out that the more he wiggled, the more my cock was going to flex under him. When he did it again, I chuckled that time and decided to say something. “You do realize that your wiggling is the reason my cock is moving under you, do you not?”
Abel turned enough to look at me with wide eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said.
I leaned in and kissed his lips quickly. “Trust me, you are not hurting me. Making me ache, yes, but not causing pain. Are you uncomfortable?”
Abel lowered his head. “A little.”
“Would you like for me to go back to my chair?” Abel shook his head, but it was so subtle, I almost didn’t see it.
“How about this?” I set the fork down and gently helped Abel up just enough so I could move my cock up to where it was between us.
Only I discovered just how slick it was and couldn’t resist spreading the slick around on it.
“I don’t know if my cock will ever go down,” I said.
“It seems to just want to be buried in your amazing ass.”
I felt need through our bond and gently slid my fingers through his crack until I found that wrinkled flesh.
“Grab the table,” I told him. Abel quickly grabbed the edge of the table, and I slid down enough that he could sit on the ends of my thighs.
I slid a finger in, and when I immediately found that spongy spot, Abel moaned.
“Do you want me to fill you with my cock while I feed you, mio angelo?” I asked.
Abel made a noise that I couldn’t quite translate, but he was completely open to me through our bond, and I knew that he very much wanted that and so much more.
I pulled my finger free and wrapped my hand around my cock to push it down toward Abel’s hole.
Once I had it in position, I gently pulled him backward with my free hand.
“Slide back, and I’ll slip right inside,” I whispered.
Abel moaned as he lifted his ass just enough to reposition and then lower himself onto my cock.
I moaned with him and closed my eyes as hot, slick heat once more surrounded my cock. “Fuck, you feel so damn good.”
Abel groaned again, but it turned to a gasp when he sat up and leaned back against my chest, fully seating himself on my cock. “So full.”
I smiled. “Exactly how you should be,” I said as I slowly kissed his bare shoulder. “Do you want to ride me while I feed you?” I already knew the answer, but this was all new to my beloved, and his mind was racing with how to ask for what he desired.
“Yes, please,” he whispered.
“Good boy. Roll your hips slowly on my cock, and I’ll feed you while you ride me,” I told him.
Abel did as I’d said and started to slowly rock back and forth on my lap.
It was probably one of the most erotic meals of my life, but it certainly wasn’t going to be the last. I picked up a piece of fruit and brought it to Abel’s mouth.
I rubbed the pineapple across his lips, and when he opened them, I carefully slipped it into his mouth, pushing my finger with it.
“Suck my finger like you sucked my cock earlier, mio angelo. Show me how you’re going to suck me later after our nap. ”
Abel moaned and sucked on my finger, swirling his tongue around it like he had the head of my dick not long ago in the shower.
I closed my eyes and moaned at the dual sensations of his body massaging my cock and his mouth sucking on my finger.
I pulled it out and reached for another piece of fruit.
By the time I fed Abel all of the fruit on the plate, he was whimpering with need.
I grabbed his hips and pulled him tightly to me, rotating my own hips against him, causing him to drop his head back onto my shoulder and moan.
He turned his head to the side, exposing his neck, and although the temptation was there, I knew it was too soon to feed from him again just yet.
That didn’t mean I couldn’t nibble though.
“You feel so good,” I whispered against his skin. Are you going to be a good boy and come for me again?” He squeaked, and I smiled. “Don’t you want to be a good mate and come for me?”
Abel moaned again. “I do,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
I rotated my hips over and over, wondering how far I should push him just yet. We’d only just claimed one another, and we had forever ahead of us.
“Do you need more?” I asked through our bond because my lips were too busy tasting his skin. Abel moaned again. “Tell me what you need. Harder? Faster?”