~Alexander~~
As I stepped into the shower, I found my mate standing under the hot running water with a lovely expression on his face.
It took me a moment to take a moment to appreciate the water that ran down the tight, firm body, and the amazing features embedded in it."
I admired how the steam and moisture glistened on his skin as I walked past him.
He giggled boyishly.
While he traced his hand across my body and pulled me close, I felt my deepest desire to rub my fingertips gently against his rock-hard cock; I reached down to manipulate it gently as I felt the toned muscles beneath it. While his hands gripped and squeezed my shoulders,
While my thumbs were circling his nipples, my other hand was stroking the swollen cock.
I took a dab of soap from his shower gel and rubbed it on my hand
My soapy hand took a reverse grasp on his rock-hard erection, making him gasp at the intense sensation.
He closed his eyes and rested his forehead on my chest as my hand worked harder at his rock-hard erection, feeling him thrust into my hand
"You have a beautiful body," I said in his ears.
You too. He whispered and started stroking my horny cock,
We were moaning in ecstasy.
I stopped touching his nipple and started massaging his toned ass firmly. I loved how my soapy hands slid over his smooth, slippery skin, grasping and pulling at his ass aggressively.
He leaned up, and we kissed while moaning
After a few more strokes, I paused, and then slowly pushed a soapy finger into his ass. This made his eyes widen, unsure what to do, trying to relax but feeling his body instinctively fighting the intrusion.
"The soap helped him, though, giving him the oddly intriguing feeling of something in his ass. I pulled it out, reverting to groping his ass and kissing him on his neck"
While he continued stroking my stiff cock.
You are so gorgeous, my mate, I whispered into his ear, once again stroking his ass, making his heart skip a beat.
~Blake~~
Let me take care of you, he whispered in my ear, as he turned off the tap.
I watched on in anticipation as Alex got on his knees and slid his tongue out. He licked up from the base of my shaft to the tip, and my hands gripped his shoulders.
Oh God, I moaned.
I was definitely consigning myself to hell for even thinking of god at a time like this, let alone praying to him I wouldn't cum so soon.
When he reached the tip, I felt his tongue lick the liquid that was now dripping onto his hand. The death grip I had on his shoulders intensified. That was when he fully took me in his mouth.
His mouth felt unlike anything I had ever experienced before. My eyes roll back as my hips buckle to his touch. He placed a firm hand on my abdomen and pulled away slightly. "Stay." He demanded. I gave him an enthusiastic nod, almost begging him to take me back in his mouth.'
When he did, he used his other hand to stroke the base of my cock. "Fucking god, Alex!" I muttered out through clenched teeth. He picked up the pace. His hand would tighten and release, then tighten and release.
I felt a sensation building... I knew I was about to cum soon. "S-shit Alex, I can't," I muttered through the back of my throat. He took me in again. His hands gripped me against the wall. "Alex, S-shit. I can't, I'm, I'm going to, "I said in a barely coherent sentence.
"Cum." He mumbled against me, with my cock still in his mouth. The vibrations sent me over the edge. I squeezed my eyes so tight, I swear I did some serious damage to my retina. His hair was so tightly bunched between my fingers that I thought I was about to rip them.
"Alex!" I practically shouted, as that built up tension was released, and I came in his mouth.
~Alexander~~
"Holy shit." Blake whispered between pants. My eyes raked over his naked body as he struggled to gather his bearings, leaving soft kisses all over his body as I made my way up.
"That was amazing." I whispered to him. His face was now just inches away from mine. His eyes were still closed, and so I took that opportunity to study him. Take him all in. He had the most striking face. The longest eyelashes. The cutest mole under his lip. My fingers reached out to trace the side of his cheek, and his eyes fluttered open.
"I want to reciprocate." He whispered to me. Those eyes looked tired. They reminded me of the time.
"For another day." I replied simply, people are waiting for us downstairs and we need to go home.
Okay, he whispered, and we were out of the room in no time.
It surprised him when he saw the number of people we saved. He knew a few of them. After breakfast, Dylan gave them enough money to start up something and look after their families.
The journey home is lively. I and Dylan took turns driving. Blake is so clingy, and I loved it. This afternoon when I was driving, I fixed my eyes on him, while his were fixed on the city. Every minute, he would point something out or take a minute to admire the street performance. He would sleep when Dylan was behind the wheel and stay awake while I drove.
The whole place looked different to me when we got to Grand Rapids City, and I felt my heart aching at the thought of my father.
He hugs me back as I pull him into a tight embrace. Clearly, he has a lot on his plate. I'm sorry, my brother, I wasn't here. I'm sorry you had to endure all that alone.
It's okay Alex, we will talk later. You should get some rest, and I want to hear all about your adventure. As he pulls out of the hug, Blake,he turns to face my mate. Welcome to the family,
Thank you, Noah, and am so sorry about his Majesty,
It's okay dear, we will talk later. Rest now.
We quietly walked across the hallway and into the room. It felt right to be back home and we have to move now that I have found my mate.
Can we talk? Alex, I heard his soft voice,
Come, we will talk later. Get some rest as I pull him onto the bed and into the covers.
Then, after a few hours, I grabbed my mate's hand and dragged him to my uncle. Otherwise, we wouldn't hear the end of the story.
Good evening Uncle Jack, I greeted him and my mate bowed to greet him as well,
Hello Alexander, has everything been completed? The way he spoke reminded me of my father's deep voice.
It is Uncle, and he is my mate at the moment.
That's terrific. I'm happy for you. I will send an apology letter to Owen Levi, and his son Henry. Now let's talk about what happened to your father. He took the words out of my mouth.
Currently, my mate is a member of my family; he sat next to me to my right, and Dylan sat next to me to my left, Noah and his mate sat next to each other and my uncle sat alone.
He continued, "Your father passed away three weeks ago.". At first, he started mixing things up, he got confused about a lot of things, he complained of headaches, and then he complained that his stomach had been upset. Initially, we thought stress caused his headaches, and he also worried a lot about you. Every day, he would ask Dylan to mind-link with you in order to reach out to you, but it was as if you weren't there at all. In addition, he asked your brother to do the same for him, but he couldn't really feel the bond between you two like that. Initially, we thought it was some factors that were causing the headaches. We thought he may have eaten something because of his upset stomach. Whenever we asked the doctor to see him, he usually replied that he was fine and that he had a lot on his mind.
Two weeks later, he started coughing out blood, so the pack doctor came to see him as soon as possible.several tests were performed on him, and they confirmed he had been poisoned. It was affecting his organs, as well as altering the color of his skin. Even though the doctor did everything he could to save him, he eventually died.
In order not to miss any details, I listened attentively to what he was saying. As for my emotions, I will deal with them later on.
As soon as we checked the cameras for any minor details, nothing out of the ordinary happened. It was the same old people with their normal daily activities and nothing unusual happened..
It's okay to leave that to me, uncle. When he was done talking, I told him I'd look at it, and he walked away.
We told my brother and his mate, Dylan our ordeal and the two of them were stunned at how amazing it was to experience such an ordeal. Honestly, it sounded like a cook-up story to them, but my brother believed me when I told him about the history of my father and my mother.
How come father told you that and not me? I asked him.
Mother told me, father didn't. Aside from that, you were busy with pack matters, and you took a little interest in such trivial matters.