Innocent - Roe Horvat Page 0,59
could imagine he’d join Navid in his dreams.
“I dream about you too,” he whispered. Navid’s scent tickled his nostrils. It was sweeter today. Comforting. Inhaling deeply, he let it ground him, and sleep pulled him under.
Movement jolted Zana awake. The lamp was on, and Navid was sitting on the edge of the bed, his palm on his belly.
Alarmed, Zana sat up and gripped Navid’s shoulder.
“Darling?”
Tears pooled in Navid’s eyes, but he smiled. A beautiful, soulful smile that touched Zana’s heart.
“I feel different,” he whispered as if he were worried about disturbing someone. He rubbed his belly, painting a small circle with his fingers.
“How different?”
“I don’t know.” He grinned, and Zana couldn’t help but smile back.
He scrambled to a sitting position, bracketing Navid’s hips with his thighs, and placed his hands over Navid’s on his stomach. Then he pushed his nose underneath Navid’s ear.
Did he imagine the subtle change? But no, it was there. He breathed in again.
Happiness spread through his entire being, exhilarating and soul-changing.
“What’s different?” he asked, even though he already knew.
“It’s a little like heat. But not really.”
Feeling wicked, Zana brushed his thumbs over Navid’s nipples. Navid gasped.
“Navid, my love. Your scent has changed.”
Oh, please let it be real. Please.
“Does it mean…?”
“Yes.”
“Zana, I’m… I want you. How…?” Navid’s voice shook and broke.
Adrenaline surged through Zana, and his heart fluttered in his chest. He couldn’t think of the implications. Not yet. He wasn’t ready. Instead, he focused on Navid.
“I can make you come just by sucking on your nipples.”
“What?” Navid barked out a laugh, which turned into a moan when Zana took his nipples between his fingertips and rolled them.
“Zana.”
Zana pushed on Navid’s shoulders so Navid lay on his back. He sucked one pink tip into his mouth and closed his eyes. Navid made a sound of raw delight. He came a minute after, his nipples hard and reddened from the tight suction and pulling of Zana’s fingers.
“Please fuck me.”
“Feels like heat but not really?” Zana lifted his eyebrows teasingly.
“Yes. I need you. Please.”
“On all fours.”
Navid flipped over in a flash and spread his legs. The star glistened with wetness, half-open already. Zana kissed it reverently and knelt behind Navid. He didn’t prolong it but fucked Navid hard and fast, knocking two screaming orgasms out of him before he peaked himself. Then he rolled them on the bed and, still nestled inside him, rubbed Navid’s belly with his palm. He breathed in Navid’s scent, sweeter and somehow warmer now.
“We’ll check with the doctor tomorrow.”
“Okay.”
Neither of them dared to say it out loud.
The next evening, Zana knelt by the bed and kissed Navid’s stomach. He didn’t know how long he did that. Navid combed through Zana’s hair, and Zana nuzzled and kissed, brushed his lips along Navid’s abdomen, and licked into his belly button, over and over.
Navid was hard all the time, his cock wet at the tip, sometimes nudging Zana’s throat and chin. But he didn’t say anything, didn’t demand anything. He stroked Zana’s hair and let him worship his still flat belly.
When needy sighs reached Zana’s ears, he took Navid’s shaft into his mouth and sucked him, slow, so slow…he wanted to savor every small change in Navid’s scent and taste. Even his cum was different. Thicker and creamier.
Without words, Navid lifted his legs to his chest and exposed his gaping hole to Zana. Zana pushed into his body and watched his face as he fucked him, marveling at the beauty that was Navid orgasming. His own peak was quiet and drawn out.
They lay intertwined, and Zana’s hand drifted to Navid’s stomach again.
“I would’ve loved you for the rest of our lives, even if we never had children. Do you believe me?”
Navid let out a heavy breath. “Yes. Yes, I do. And I’m so sorry I’ve ever doubted you.”
“You’ve done nothing wrong.” Then Zana remembered something he’d wanted to say before he got distracted by Navid’s scent. “I want you to choose his name.”
“Not yet. It’s too early.”
“The doctor says the little bean is okay. Nestling where he should be.”
“I know.”
Still, Navid was cautious. Zana couldn’t blame him. It would take a long time for Navid to recover from the pain he’d endured during the past months. “Are you happy, darling?”
“Yes.” Navid’s voice was quiet but strong. “I live for you, Zana. You’re my sun. Now I have you in my arms, and our son is growing in me. I have everything I’ve ever wished for.”
It was Navid who kissed Zana’s forehead this time, and for some mysterious