“Hungry?” Kade growls against his lips, cupping Felix’s knees to spread his legs.
“Maybe,” Felix breathes. He slides forward in his seat, pushing his hips at Kade. Kade hooks his fingers around Felix’s calves, heaving him forward so he’s sitting right at the edge of his seat, his inner thighs pressing lightly against Kade’s arms.
So Kade drags his fingers over the hard line in his pants, a touch just enough to tease. Felix groans, squirming in his seat.
“Gonna have to beg for it,” Kade whispers, leaning in to sniff the musk of his cock. “I’ll make you scream.”
“Fuck yes,” Felix says, and Kade smiles.
22
Felix
It all happens in a whirl: Kade showing up at his door, Kade cooking for him, Kade being perfect husband-material in his kitchen. Felix has been half-hard the entire time, just watching his alpha move.
Kade’s shirt stretches over his chest and biceps, and when Felix’s craving for soup has been satisfied, he grabs Kade like a fool in love and kisses him.
And Kade responds. Which puts them in this situation: Felix’s legs spread wide open, Kade’s face pressed into the crotch of his jeans. Kade’s smelling his arousal, dragging his nose along the line of Felix’s cock.
Felix groans, squirming, needing to please his alpha, but he doesn’t want to move, when Kade’s pulling his pants open, his eyes dark, watching as Felix’s cock juts up between them.
“I guess this is better than pictures,” Felix murmurs, his throat dry. Kade’s gaze rakes over him, heavy and hot, and Felix can’t help the trickle of fluid that rolls down his cock, leaving a wet streak down his skin. He feels exposed like that, under Kade’s stare, knowing Kade enjoys looking at all of him.
“Yeah.” Kade leans in then, catching the droplet with the tip of his tongue, following it up along Felix’s cock, a warm, wet touch. Felix sucks in a sharp breath. Kade laps over his tip, circling the opening of his foreskin, and pleasure winds through Felix’s body. “Much better.”
“I didn’t think you’d send a photo back,” Felix says, breathless. His cock jerks against Kade’s lips, and Kade circles it with his hand, stroking it, so more precum trickles from its tip. He licks that up too, wrapping his pliant lips around Felix. Felix groans, trembling. Kade’s mouth always feels so good, and he always knows what Felix wants.
Kade grins, meeting his eyes. “You liked my pictures?”
“You think?” Felix squirms, feeling as though Kade can see through him, anyway.
“Yeah.” Kade licks over his tip, pushing his tongue under his skin, rubbing against his sensitive head. Felix hisses, grasping his seat for leverage, pushing up into Kade’s mouth. Kade takes him all the way inside.
Kade sucks on him then, slow and even, and pulls off with a wet pop, his lips glistening. Felix groans, squirming further forward on the chair, pushing his cock at his alpha. “More, please. Suck it.”
Kade smirks, meeting his eyes, and a jolt shoots down Felix’s spine. “Really?”
“Yes! Don’t just stop there,” Felix says. Kade leans in by a fraction, opening his mouth two inches away from Felix’s cock.
“Gonna have to do it yourself,” Kade says, pushing his tongue out. Felix groans, his cock throbbing. Kade wants him to fuck his mouth. Heat surges down his body, makes his cock jump. Felix flushes, reaching down.
Five months ago, Kade wouldn’t have allowed him to do this. They’d been separated so long, and Felix had had no idea how he should act around his alpha, how to avoid reopening those wounds. But Kade sits in front of Felix now, mouth patiently open. Felix carefully shuffles forward on the chair, angling his cock down with his fingers. The tip of it brushes over Kade’s nose, smearing precum over Kade’s lips and tongue.
“C’mon,” Kade murmurs, licking his head, sending another whisper of pleasure through his body.
Felix groans, dragging the chair closer. He pushes his cock into Kade’s mouth, and Kade’s lips close around his head. “Fuck,” Felix gasps, his hips rolling forward. Kade’s mouth is wet, snug, and it makes him throb to see his cock disappearing inside. Kade hollows his cheeks, sending a spark of pleasure down his nerves.
“That all you can do?” Kade asks, the words muffled around Felix’s cock.
So Felix bucks his hips, shoving into Kade’s mouth, grinding helplessly against his tongue. Kade’s throat works, his tongue dragging down his length. Felix shudders, needing more, needing to see Kade taking him in like he’s Felix’s.
He reaches up, winding fingers through Kade’s hair, pulling him closer. His alpha yields, until Felix hits the back of his throat, sliding out, then in, and this is far more intimate than Felix deserves.
He pulls out of Kade’s mouth, panting, and Kade glances down at his spit-slick cock. Felix gulps. He lifts his legs, wriggling out of his pants, and Kade’s nostrils flare.
Felix tosses his pants to the side, showing Kade his cock and balls, his hole. Kade growls, reaching down to rub himself through his jeans.
“Want something?” Felix whispers, wriggling off his seat into Kade’s lap, straddling him easily, his cock dragging along Kade’s shirt, leaving a trail of precum down thin fabric.
“What do you want?” Kade asks, looking between Felix’s face and his straining cock. Felix reaches down for his belt, tugs it loose to pull Kade’s pants open. His fingers tremble with how much he needs his alpha inside. The zipper rasps between them, and when Felix pushes his hand into Kade’s pants, he finds his thick, silky cock, the same one he’d seen in those phone pictures.
“Just this,” Felix breathes, pulling Kade’s cock out, letting it stand between them, bigger than his own. He pushes his hips forward, rubbing their cocks together, and Kade sets one hand on his ass, hauling him close. Kade’s cock is warm and heavy against
