Innocent - Roe Horvat Page 0,55

the shower off. He struggled to stand, bringing Navid with him. Wrapped in a towel, Navid seemed so small in Zana’s arms as Zana carried him to bed. He laid him there, then dried himself. Droplets had made the bedroom floor slippery and shiny.

He ate a protein bar and a banana and drank a tall glass of water. By the time he sank on the bed and wrapped himself around Navid’s body, Navid was deeply asleep, pale and still. Zana had to give him a break. It was only the third day of the heat, too early for Navid to be this exhausted, and despite what the doctor had said, Zana felt guilty. He kept kissing Navid’s shoulders, and it took him a long time to fall asleep.

He woke to the sound of Navid’s moans. Navid was clutching on his hip, rubbing his ass over Zana’s stiff cock. The scent of slick was heavy in the air. Another heat wave. What time was it? What day? Did it matter?

Zana grabbed the root of his erection and pushed between Navid’s ass cheeks, easily finding the loosened opening. Within seconds, he was buried to the hilt. The heated flesh squeezed around him greedily. He’d thought he wouldn’t breed Navid during this wave, but Navid angled his hips, searching, rotating his pelvis, and he whined when Zana pulled back.

“Please…please…”

“You’re exhausted, my love.”

“I need you. Please.”

Zana couldn’t say no. Together, they found the right angle. Navid arched in his arms and cried out with joy. Zana stroked Navid’s cock and fucked him with short, deep thrusts, pressing against Navid’s ass, driving into his most sensitive organ.

“I need your cum.” Navid’s voice sounded guttural. Unrecognizable. He wasn’t himself. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop. If I scream…faint…keep fucking me. I need you. Need you.”

“I love you, Navid. I’ll give you whatever you need.”

“You won’t stop. Promise.”

“I promise.”

Navid did faint, but Zana kept fucking his limp body. Even if he hadn’t promised, he wouldn’t have been able to stop. Navid’s womb had sunk lower, and the slick tissue kissed the exposed skin of his cockhead, suckling on it lovingly. Zana spilled into it with a growl. Even unconscious, Navid kept coming, low monotone groans tearing out of his chest.

After Zana’s knot grew, he tried to retreat from Navid’s core but couldn’t. His cockhead remained enclosed inside the channel to Navid’s womb. Navid shivered and moaned from his sleep with every small stir of their connection. Feeling equally helpless and amazed, Zana held him tight. He’d heard about getting locked in breeding, but nothing could have prepared him for the reality.

He put his palm on Navid’s belly, over the spot where he was nestled, and he closed his eyes. He became one with his husband. Desire and adoration simmered in his chest and his mind, and invisible strings of raw energy connected their joined bodies, tying them together. If Navid was torn out of his arms at that moment, Zana would have died on the spot. He loved from the center of his heart, from the deepest well in his soul, from inside his gut, with his hands, his mouth, his aching, tingling cock. He loved his husband with everything he had and everything he was.

I need to make him happy. There must be a way. I need him to be happy.

It didn’t matter what Zana wanted for himself or what was possible. Navid yearned for a child, for their son. So Zana would give him a child. There were no alternatives.

When he woke up the next time, he lay on his back, and Navid sprawled over his chest. Their lower bodies were separated, and it confused Zana. They were supposed to be connected for eternity, weren’t they? He blinked as his brain fumbled for purchase on the reality. Navid’s hand drifted along his ribs, stroking gently.

“You’re awake?” Zana asked.

“Yes.”

“How do you feel?”

“Wonderful.”

Zana smiled and kissed the top of his head. “You need to eat. The most intense day is coming.”

“Zana.”

“Yes?”

“I’ve been thinking about what the doctor had said.”

“Don’t worry about it now. We’ll find a solution.”

“Keep breeding me. I want you to do it with every heat wave. All the time. As much as you can.”

“I wanted to…but you were so tired last night. You need to pace yourself.”

Navid laid his chin on Zana’s chest, and his lips curved up. “I fainted, and it scared you.”

“And what if it did?” Zana cupped his jaw. Of course he worried. Was it a bad thing? “You’re exhausted.”

“It doesn’t matter.