23. ANGUS
Chapter twenty-three
ANGUS
Watching Eion made me happy and warm all over.
Being measured for a suit was always a little uncomfortable, but my beautiful boyfriend didn’t flinch when asked specific questions about his particular situation.
What I had said to him earlier was true.
Being measured for clothes had never been fun before.
But doing this with Eion made me grin and laugh in ways I had never done before.
My mother had outdone herself with the whole thing, turning it into an event we could both enjoy.
As the first models came out. He whispered to me, “They’re all hot. ”
“They are. I think that’s a requirement for models. We are supposed to be looking at the suits, not the men.”
“All of them look the same.” I smiled and tried not to laugh.
He wasn’t wrong. There were only subtle differences between the five tuxedo options.
Once they stood in a line, each stepped in front of us while we examined them more closely.
When the third guy was in front of us, Eion nudged me. “I like this one best.”
It was the Ralph Lauren. Something about him instinctively picking the best one aroused me. There was no reason it should be a turn-on, but it was. Honestly, everything he did turned me on.
“Adrian, we will get the Ralph Lauren tuxedos. We can look at the suits now.” This time, there were ten different men wearing various suits in different cuts.
I knew the current style, but encouraged Eion to pick what he liked, since he would have to wear it and be comfortable.
It had to be frustrating buying clothes that didn’t fit because of something you had to have to function.
When Adrian said the shirts would pull on his harness, I wanted him to have all his clothes tailored from now on.
Convincing him to do it would be another issue.
By the time we finished with Adrian, we were a little tipsy.
I didn’t feel confident enough for either of us to drive, so we got a car, and I arranged for my truck to be delivered.
Eion just raised an eyebrow at me when I got off the phone and gave me a kiss, and accepted that this was now part of our world.
We stumbled our way toward the animals for their dinner.
At some point, I found myself standing in front of Orlando and looked up at him.
Ramsey and Barnaby ran around with Annabelle and some of her herd, glad to be outside.
“You know Orlaandooo?” I could hear I was slurring a little, but I was happy.
Since meeting Eion, I had not only fallen in love with a great guy but also come to love everyone here.
“I love it here, buddy. It’s so.” I giggled.
“Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreat. Did you hear that? I sounded like a tiger? Grrrrr.” I was happy.
Like super stupid happy in a way I never expected to be.
I was always that guy who didn’t fit in.
Even though my eating disorder was under control, I felt like that little kid who had been forgotten.
My dad left me, and my mom forgot me. The day with Eion had been perfect.
Under our breath, we commented on the hot models, then had some more drinks.
Those drinks were hitting me now, but that was okay because I was at the Sanctuary—my home.
“Orlando-o-oh-o. This is now my home. That makes me,” I pointed at him, “and you roommates.” I didn’t know the giraffe very well, but I knew Eion loved him and that meant I loved him too.
In my booze addled brain, I had decided I needed his approval.
“You know Orlando.” I winced at how loud I was.
“You know, Orlando,” I said much quieter.
“Your Papa, your Daddy, your Fah-thar. I like him a lot, like a lot a lot. And I was hoping I could get your blessing.” Somehow, I stumbled my way up the stairs, and I was actually starting to feel a little less drunk and a bit more grounded.
The giraffe’s soft lips teased over my face.
He had never been this close, and I prayed he wasn't about to bite me. He sniffed around a bit, then sighed. “I’m taking that as a yes. I shall now go find your incredibly sexy parent. Don’t tell him, but it’s been a great day, and I would very much like to wrap it up watching him come for me, because it’s one of the most glorious things I’ve ever seen.
” When I turned around, Eion was there holding out his hand.
“Be careful getting down from there.”
“I will. Did you hear all that?”
“Maybe!?” He smiled at me, and it made me feel goofy. When Eion smiled, I would swear I heard angels sing. Which again felt like something induced by the alcohol, but my balance was solid. He guided me down the stairs, then pulled me tight against him when I was at the bottom.
“You got Orlando’s blessing then?”
I knew I blushed. He leaned in and kissed me gently. “I think so. He sniffed my face and gave a little snort.”
“Sounds like approval to me. What was that other thing I heard?
Somehow, I both loved and hated that he had heard me say those things. It was true watching him fall over the edge when he climaxed was the best thing to watch, but his knowing that was what I thought felt like I was showing my hand. Regardless, it was out there now. “You heard that?”
“I think I heard something.” I kissed him hard and started to back him toward the barn. Odds were I was about to traumatize our animal friends. Their fathers loving each other was proof of a healthy relationship, right? My mouth was on his jaw and throat while I continued pushing him.
“Oomph.”
I laughed a little. “Sorry. Now that I have you where I want you.”
Dropping to my knees slowly, I took Eion’s pants and underwear down his thighs. “Excuse me, sir. We have children watching.”
“Orlando, look away,” I said over my shoulder.
Kissing his thigh, then the crease of his groin.
I couldn’t help but run my tongue across the sensitive skin, then lick his balls, before I sucked them lightly.
The moans were the perfect symphony, which made my cock perk up, and fluid released from the overly sensitive head.
My tongue ran from the base to the tip, and I enjoyed how smooth and hot the skin was.
When I reached the crown, I teased around the glans, then took the entirety into my mouth.
His hand rested on the back of my head, and I felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be.
The dark hair around his shaft tickled my lips, and I wished I didn’t have a beard so I could feel them on my skin; I knew from touching him they were soft.
I enjoyed his scent, manly but still clean.
It was a gift that I could make him feel good—better than good—and that I knew was powerful.
I looked up at him, and he was clearly sex drunk.
It didn’t matter that I was on my knees in the dirt with my boyfriend backed against a barn. This was hot.
I hollowed my cheeks and took him deeper.
His hips thrust slightly, and he pulled himself back.
Countering his response, I pulled his hips back toward my mouth until the head of his cock hit the back of my throat.
I could have him go deeper, and I liked it when he blocked my airway.
I couldn’t explain why it was intoxicating, but letting him have that moment where I couldn't breathe aroused me to steel hard. I liked him to use me.
“Fuck. Angus.” He gave a small tug on my hair, letting me know he was about to come, and there was no way I wouldn’t swallow every drop he offered me.
It was only moments after his warning that he flooded my mouth with his come.
I swallowed all of it down my throat, then pulled back when I got another spurt.
It felt like I had swallowed twenty times, but I would keep doing it until he was milked dry.
Still on my knees, I helped him pull up his pants and put himself away.
I kissed his hip and the top of his cock.
Then stood in front of him. “Incredible.” I smiled at him.
He kissed me hard, and I knew by now he liked the taste of himself on my tongue, which made me harder.
Unexpectedly, heat filled me, and for the first time since I was a tween, I came in my pants.
With my forehead against his, wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.
I never expected to have this type of physical connection with someone, and then to combine that with the emotional bond we had formed was almost impossible to accept as real.
When I opened my left eye, the sun was up, which wasn’t a good sign.
“Oh shit, what time is it?” I reached over to shake Eion, only to find an empty bed.
I looked around to find that I was alone.
The remnants of drinking too much clung to me as an unwelcome companion.
It had been a good day, with my person, even if I did drink too much and maybe traumatized Orlando by sucking off Eion against the barn where he could see us.
It was nearly 8:00 a.m., and Eion had to feed everyone on his own.
He was probably with the bears at this point, which meant I could take care of the nursery animals.
As of today, it was mostly raccoons, since Atlas had been released into the wilds where the skulk lived.
It appeared Atlas had been accepted by one of the groups, which made us happy.
I smiled. Us. It was such a simple word, but this place was more us every day.
We would discuss the future as if it were a forgone conclusion that we would be together, and I didn’t mind it at all.
I headed out to the barn and hoped to catch my boyfriend for a kiss before I fed the troublemakers.
“Oh, it’s so Rough.” That wasn’t Eion’s voice, and nobody was ever here. I looked around feeling violated, because this was our private place, our sanctuary. What in the hell?