Precious - Roe Horvat Page 0,31

unrecognizable from the tight, little pucker Travis had first breached days ago. Now it was swollen like plump lips, stretched so much the slippery skin furled around the opening.

“Can I?”

Micah nodded.

Using both hands, Travis dipped two fingers into the fucked-out hole and pulled it open gently. The slick skin slipped under his touch, and he pushed in deeper to get a better grip. The relaxed hole was overflowing with white cream.

“Jesus, Micah.”

“I know. I can feel it.”

“I wish I had a plug. Then I could keep it in until I fuck you again.”

“Yeah.” Micah sighed and closed his eyes as Travis gently fingered him, massaging his rim, cum trickling out. “That’s nice. Don’t stop.”

Travis smiled. Micah’s guileless sensuality fascinated him. He played with his hole for a while longer, and Micah purred like a kitten. Then Travis gathered him into his arms and carried him into the shower. Micah leaned with his hands on the shower wall, legs spread, ass pushed out. Travis parted Micah’s ass cheeks and pried him open again with his fingers, cum running down his hands, while Micah held still, patient and trusting.

He showed his hands to Micah, and Micah grabbed his wrist. He spread the cum over his own chest, belly, and soft cock. Blood pounding in his ears, Travis massaged Micah’s skin with the mess of cum and slick. Then he plastered himself to Micah’s front and kissed him hard, smearing the mixture between them while dirty, greedy hands grabbed everywhere they could. I own you. Don’t you feel it? You gave yourself to me, and you can’t take it back. Please fall in love with me. Please, Micah. I need you to tell me you love me when I’m not inside you. I need it to be real.

It was Micah who softened the kiss and leaned back, looking into Travis’s eyes. The kindness and trust in his gaze grounded Travis. His pheromone-saturated brain cleared a little. Yes, they’d gone through tremendously intense moments together, but they’d only met days ago. I have time. I need to wait until the heat is over. He gave Micah one more peck and smiled.

After checking the water temperature, Travis used the showerhead to rinse the worst of the mess they’d made. Micah was trembling a little, his knees weak, so Travis supported him with his arm around Micah’s torso, and Micah leaned with his back against Travis’s chest.

“Damn, I’m like a newborn colt,” Micah murmured.

“You need food and a nap.”

“Travis, I need to pee.”

“You’re in the shower, water running all over you. You can pee.”

“With you standing behind me?”

“Micah darling, do you think anything about your body could disgust me?”

Micah exhaled deeply and rested his head on Travis’s shoulder. Travis held the showerhead, letting the water warm Micah’s chest and arms and run down his front. A subtle smell of urine reached Travis’s nostrils, saturated with Micah’s pheromones, but it was gone again in a few seconds. The strong scent of Micah’s heat, which had clung to their bodies and held Travis’s mind prisoner, slowly disappeared. Complete devotion remained, though, now grown into Travis’s spine.

His thoughts calmer, Travis washed Micah from head to toe, lathering every crease and crevice. He kissed Micah’s soft skin, his neck, his shoulders and collarbones, his nipples, lingering on his belly and abdomen. Yes, he was sure. He wanted Micah to stay forever. But he could wait; he’d already waited for his mate for years. Kneeling in front of him, Travis suckled Micah’s soft cock and balls and traced his thighs with his lips and tongue. He lifted Micah’s left foot and kissed the top, kneading the arch. Then the other foot.

Micah was quiet through it all, fingers combing through the short strands of Travis’s hair.

Travis stood slowly, running his hands up Micah’s sides, and turned the water off.

“Back to bed,” he said. “C’mon. It’s barely seven in the morning.”

“Yeah. I probably should.”

“I’ll bring you a shake. You rest.”

“You must be tired too.”

Travis only kissed his forehead. He was tired, but Micah looked utterly drained. Travis wrapped him in his bathrobe and led him to the bedroom.

“I’ll be right back.”

Micah demolished the shake within minutes. He was about to climb out of bed, so Travis caught his hand.

“Hey? Where do you think you’re going?”

“I need to brush my teeth.”

Of course.

Travis scooped him up in his arms again and carried him to the bathroom and back, teeth brushed.

Micah fell asleep a minute later. Travis watched him sleep before he drifted away too, exhausted