by J B Black
Just the other day, Oliver had leaned back, spreading his legs as he teased his swollen chest. Bare and unashamed, he was like a god of fertility, and what could Taron do but take that long thin cock into his mouth and blow him until he could taste the bittersweet seed of his fated mate upon his tongue.
With all that slick, the fae scented the air, licking his lips as he remembered the musky taste of it when he had sucked and bitten upon the man’s rim just that morning before opening him on fingers and tongue before sliding home. The same gentle care — along with his mate’s condition — made it so easy to align his cock and slide to the hilt in one smooth go now. The heat of him radiated around Taron. How had he ever lasted so long without this man?
“You feel so good,” Taron moaned, pressing a kiss to the back of Oliver’s neck.
Pressing into the fae’s touch, the drummer reached back, grabbing Taron’s hip as he rocked back. “Been trying not to leak all day. You know I can do my own glamors. I’m not completely inept.”
“Yes, but your own glamors don’t get you all hot and bothered,” Taron teased, enjoying the way Oliver tightened around him as he twisted the man’s sensitive nipples.
Back and forth, the two rocked together. From Oliver’s nipples to his cock, their hands wandered over the pregnant man’s body, enjoying the changes from his swollen chest to how his unblemished skin stretched over his swollen belly, but the curve of his cock stood so proudly beneath, leaving Taron with so many options to drive his mate to pleasure.
The fae’s hands fell possessively upon his mate’s gravid belly. Up and down, he rubbed the curve, purring with pride. Oliver swelled with the proof of their mating — proof of their love. Oliver moaned as Taron left kisses over his neck and shoulders. Rotating his hips, the silver-haired fae adjusted his angle, driving against his most sensitive places again and again.
Oliver gasped, whining low in the back of his throat as he pushed back into each thrust. His entire body trembled. Every touch set his nerves on fire. He wanted more. Ached to live in his lover’s arms forever. Taron held him with all the love and affection that the warlock once believed he would never receive. From the black sheep of the Duval family, he had created a family of his own. With his band taking off and his renewed relationship with his brother, joy nearly overwhelmed the drummer.
He writhed, moaning. “Harder,” Oliver begged.
“Feel so good,” Taron murmured against his mate’s skin.
The pair rocked faster and faster together. Heat coiled hotter and hotter. With a low guttural groan, the fae came. Fucking his mate as he filled him, Taron caressed the skin stretched thin over the warlock’s womb with one hand while his other fondled the leaking cock beneath Oliver’s gravid belly.
The drummer came with a cry. His hands reached back, pulling Taron to meet him as he turned for a kiss. As his body milked the fae’s cock, his own release came across the arm of the couch; however, as soon as it landed, a hum in the back of the warlock’s throat cleaned it well enough away that no one but the two of them would know it had ever been there at all.
“And this is why we shouldn’t keep the leather trousers. They’ll be streaked with cum the second I’m thin enough to wear them,” Oliver huffed, but the smirk on his lips gave him away.
Nipping at his mate’s neck, Taron chuckled. “I could plug you up with magic.”
“Or we could get silicon.”
The fae’s nose wrinkled, stepping back with one last kiss as his softened cock slipped from his mate. “I’m not much of a fan of anything else inside you.”
“Even if it keeps your cum inside me?” Oliver teased as he turned to wrap his arms around his husband’s neck.
Hands dropping to caress the smooth curve of the warlock’s belly, Taron groaned, “I suppose — though not until after the baby comes. You’re already starting to sway a bit.”
“Call it what it is, darling. A few more weeks and I’ll be waddling like a penguin,” Oliver said with a sigh as one hand dropped to press against the wide expanse of their child growing inside him.
“A cute penguin.”
Multicolored eyes rolled, but the drummer pressed a kiss to his mate’s cheek. “Your cum is dripping out of me, and I’m up for round two, but why don’t we use the bed this time?”
“Love you,” the fae purred as he swept his mate off his feet.
Oliver smiled, cupping Taron’s face in his hands as he kissed him sweetly. “I love you too.”
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