Chapter 7 Marcello #2
Abel took a breath but didn’t say a thing.
I slid my hands around his hips and placed them on the front, still holding him in place so I could continue grinding into him.
I looked down his torso from where I was kissing his shoulder and saw his cock was so hard it was almost purple.
My poor beloved was in such dire need but didn’t know how to tell me what he needed.
I wanted him to voice to me what he needed, so I moved my hands back to his hips and held him in place as I teased both of us.
Now that I had come several times and had gotten a taste of my beloved, I could do this all day.
But I would never make my beloved suffer that long.
I was going to continue on as I was for only a bit longer when Abel started whimpering.
“Use your words, mio angelo, and you will get exactly what you need from me. All you ever have to do is use your words.” His thoughts were racing.
He wanted my hands stroking him, but he wanted his own on his dick while mine tweaked his nipples.
I couldn’t wait to play like that but didn’t expect to be gifted that quite so soon.
Abel gasped. “Can I stroke myself?” he asked. “And you touch me?”
I froze for a second, my fingers tightening on his hips before I loosened them again. “Touch you where? Do you want my hands stroking you too?”
Abel was panting now. I was rubbing just enough across his prostate to keep him on edge, but there was no real friction because I wasn’t thrusting in and out of him.
“I want…here,” he said, his fingers moving from his thighs up his body, gesturing to those tight red buds.
“Do you want me to play with your nipples while you stroke your cock?” Abel groaned, and his body shuddered. “Say the words, mio angelo.”
“Yes, that,” he finally whispered.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, centering myself. He was so open, and I was going to enjoy exploring so much with him.
“Wrap your hand around your needy cock, mio angelo,” I said as I moved one hand upward.
I spread my fingers wide and rubbed both nipples with a thumb and pinky finger while my other hand slid around to his lower stomach, and I held him in place so I could continue grinding into him.
“Show me how you pleasure yourself,” I whispered.
Abel groaned, and his hand sped up on his cock. He started rocking his hips, and I loosened my grip on his waist to allow him the freedom to get a bit more friction on his prostate.
Abel seemed almost desperate to find release but couldn’t quite get there. I kissed toward his neck, and when I got to his claiming bite, I grinned.
“Come for me, my angel,” I told him through our bond at the same time I sank my fangs into his claiming bite.
“Marcello!” he shouted as his body squeezed mine tightly.
I couldn’t resist sucking one mouthful of blood but then pulled my teeth from his shoulder and licked over the bite.
Abel’s hips faltered as he tried to continue riding my cock through his orgasm, but he was struggling.
I was desperate to join him, so I grabbed his hips and held him inches away from me.
I thrust my hips upward, forcing my cock into him over and over at a rapid pace.
Abel screamed again just before my cock released into him, and I pulled him down onto me and held him tightly.
Abel was panting, his hand still slowly stroking his cock while mine continued to empty into him, and I pushed my hips into his ass just a little. I smiled against his neck and then stilled my hips.
“Such a good beloved,” I told him. “Thank you for telling me what you wanted,” I whispered. “And for showing me.”
I felt another surge of pleasure from Abel through our bond. I had been so blessed with my beloved, and even though we had only been claimed for less than an hour, I would do anything to protect him.
I rained kisses across his shoulder again and felt Abel go lax on my lap. “Are you satisfied?” I asked.
He sighed, and his head flopped a bit when it turned toward me. “How could I not be?” He bit his lower lip.
“What?”
“Is this…will we do this again?”
My smile grew, showing my beloved my fangs, but I knew they didn’t frighten him. “Do you want to do this again?”
“Yes,” he said.
“Then we can certainly have breakfast like this again.” My cock finally started to soften, and when Abel moved, it slipped free.
There was a splat on the tile beneath us, and I chuckled while my beloved looked horrified.
“It is very much part of being mated, no?” When Abel’s cheeks turned a dark red, I took pity on him and lifted him off my lap.
He grabbed the table while I stood. “Can you walk?”
He nodded quickly and started toward the bathroom. I bit my lip to keep from laughing out loud at the way he was walking. It was obvious he was clenching things in, but I knew that after another week or so, any and all embarrassment around me and what we did together would be gone.
Abel went directly to the toilet and closed the door while I grabbed the damp towel I’d dried us off with earlier and wiped down my stomach and cock.
I took it out to the bedroom and cleaned up the mess on the floor and had just tossed the towel into the hamper when my beloved reappeared from the toilet.
“Would you like a shower? Or perhaps some more breakfast?”
Abel bit his lower lip. “I think that breakfast might be ruined. I, um…I saw that I hit it when I came.”
I threw my head back and laughed. I couldn’t help it. My adorable little angel was so conflicting with how horrified he was about hitting the plate when he came, yet he’d been a little minx in the moment.
“I’m not too worried about a little cum on the food, but there is plenty left under the domes, and my plate was on the other side of the table. I’m sure it escaped your perfect aim.”
Abel cringed. “I didn’t mean to.”
“Of course not,” I said as I cupped his cheeks. “And I’m truly not upset about it either.” I leaned down and kissed him, lingering just long enough to let him know I wanted him. “Do you wish to eat? Or would you like to shower?”
“Shower. Then maybe eat?” Abel yawned. “Or didn’t you mention something about a nap? That could be good.”
I smiled. Yes it could. I led my beloved to the shower, and when he leaned around me to watch how I turned it on, I explained it to him.
It wasn’t that difficult, but there were four showerheads, and they each had their own set of knobs.
I promised myself that I would behave while in the shower this time, but of course, I failed about halfway through soaping my beloved’s delectable body, and I ended up on my knees and sucking him until he screamed my name as he came in my mouth.
I moaned at the taste, and when it hit my tongue, my own cock shot on the tiles between his feet, untouched.
After I got Abel cleaned and rinsed, and then quickly showered myself from head to toe, I carefully got my exhausted beloved out of the shower and dried off.
He sighed as he crawled into bed, and when I joined him, he was already asleep.
I pulled him tightly to my chest, wrapped my arms around him, and fell asleep, finally content with my beloved in my arms.