Precious - Roe Horvat Page 0,34
feeling. He poured all his gratitude into the suction of his mouth and the strokes of his palms up and down Travis’s length. As he worked, the taste of Travis’s early seed on his tongue, his groin tingled with an echo of pleasure.
The beautiful cock had made Micah insane with lust and buzzing with joy so many times he wanted to gather all the happiness he’d felt during his time with Travis and give it back to him twice as strong. He sucked harder, licked, kissed, and caressed, letting Travis’s sounds guide him. He reached back into his slick hole, wetted his fingers, and stroked again until Travis was moaning with each suck, pushing his hips up to meet Micah’s hands and mouth. Feeling bold, Micah tried to take the fat cockhead deeper again and again until it touched the back of his throat. The sensation aroused him. Not like a heat wave but something less overwhelming, more pleasant, something he could happily let simmer while he focused all his attention on Travis.
The base of Travis’s cock grew under Micah’s hands, and Travis shouted. Warm cum flooded Micah’s mouth, and Micah hummed with delight. It was delicious. He gulped and sucked again, drawing more of the creamy stuff into him, rolling it around in his mouth before he swallowed. Travis’s sounds changed into wild growls, and his legs shook. It occurred to Micah that the knot might be unpleasant without the snug constraints of Micah’s hole. On instinct, he sucked as much of Travis’s length into his mouth as possible while he massaged the engorged base with both hands, trying to cover it all. A few last drops trickled out of Travis’s slit, and Micah lapped them up, then rained openmouthed kisses all over the cockhead and tongued the foreskin bunched up underneath. Fascinated by the bulging base, he licked down and suckled on the knot while he stroked the length. Travis groaned, deep and long, so Micah continued, curious what more sounds he could draw from his mate. The knot felt warmer under his tongue, subtly throbbing. Oh, that had felt so good inside him. He moaned with the memory and kissed and lapped and mouthed the bulge.
“Micah!”
He sucked harder, trying to fit the knot into his mouth. Travis shook. Suddenly, warm seed spilled over Micah’s fingers, and the knot pulsed harder under his tongue. He’d made Travis come again. Wow. He licked the cum, humming with the taste.
Travis’s sounds turned soft, and Micah cradled the swollen cock to his chest, pressing it against his breastbone, while he laid his head on Travis’s belly. He held Travis’s cock tight for a long time, just breathing, sometimes kissing the skin on Travis’s stomach, sometimes stroking gently around the knot. Travis lay unmoving, his chest lifting with deep breaths. When the knot subsided, Micah peppered kisses all over Travis’s groin and lower belly, crawled up his body, and tucked his head into the crook under Travis’s shoulder.
Travis sighed and hugged him. “That has never happened before. I think it’s your scent.”
“What has never happened before?”
“The knot. That it grew outside like that.”
“Was it bad?”
“No, Micah. It was amazing. The way you held me… I could feel your heartbeat.”
Micah smiled and kissed Travis’s cheek, lingering. He closed his eyes and relaxed into the warmth.
“I’m so selfish, Micah.” The quiet words surprised Micah from his doze.
“Why?”
“I’m so grateful I found you. I know you’ve been through something bad, and maybe one day you’ll tell me. But you make me so happy, Micah.”
Micah wanted to get to know Travis. He wanted to make love without the mindless urges of the heat. Impossible dreams filled his mind. He wished they’d met somewhere else, under different circumstances. He wished he had known Travis before everything happened. Then if Micah had needed to run, he would have run to Travis.
Nine
Travis
They had slept longer than usual, and it made Travis nervous. Micah was taking a shower, but the next heat wave could come anytime. The waves were less intense now, with more time in between, but it had been more than sixteen hours since the last one, and Travis was struggling against the urge to check on Micah in the bathroom.
A loud banging on the main door pierced his thoughts. Surprised, Travis scanned his clothing—a T-shirt and sweats, presentable—and went to answer it. He only rarely got visitors in his chalet unless it was someone he’d invited. His closest neighbor was several miles away.
He opened the door and