“This isn’t an interrogation, Lionel, just my parents being nosy.” Brad gave both parents a stern look of warning. Lionel had been relaxed, he didn’t want their nosiness changing that.
Mom laughed, slinging her arm around Lionel’s waist. “Nosy, my love, is asking when I’m going to get grandchildren to bounce on my knee after seeing how sweet Lionel is with his friend’s sister's child.”
Brad groaned and looked at Dad. “Is this what all the questions are about Lionel’s working hours? Figuring out if you can get your hands on our babies?”
Mom nodded, and Dad just shrugged.
“You two are incorrigible.” Brad sighed and directed his thought at Lionel.Sorry, they mean well.
It’s fine, and I love you saying babies.“My hours aren’t that long, in fact, I could work from home like Hector, if Brad wants that,” he explained, grinning at Brad.
The sense of how much Lionel was open to discussing having a family left Brad considering what they did togethernaked. He wasn’t averse to having babies, he just wasn’t ready to be a ‘stay-at-home-dad’. He’d worked hard to get where he was in business and, selfishly, he wasn’t ready to give it up.
It's not selfish,Lionel assured him.
Let’s have this conversation later.
Lionel’s head bobbed as he continued the conversation with Mom and Dad. “Although if we decide to have a family, I’m sure we’d love you both to help.”
“You’ve done it now,” Brad giggled. “They’ll be pestering me.”
Oh, no—
No, don’t stress, I’m joking.
“As if we’d do that,” Mom blustered, though she winked at Lionel.
Brad steered the conversation to building projects and how Pennington was kicking up a fuss and failing to get Brad to change his mind. An hour later they left after everyone else had gone, forced out the door by Mom, who refused any help with clean-up.
In the truck, Brad placed his hand on Lionel’s thigh squeezing. “Sorry about my folks, they can be too pushy, but if you tell them to stop, they will, I swear.”
“I didn’t mind it. In fact, it was a question I wondered if they’d ask… about babies. Did you mind?”
His mind was closed to Brad except he felt some unease. “No, not at all. I enjoy working, and I’m not sure I want to give that up.” He pressed on Lionel’s thigh. “I’m not saying I don’t want babies with you, I do…”
“You just don’t see yourself being a full-time parent, right now, which is often expected of omegas.”
“Yes, that’s it. Does that make me selfish?” His earlier thought lingered despite how seeing Lionel with a baby tugged at something deep inside him.
“No, because everyone is different. I wouldn’t be averse to staying home… like Hector… you know, if we decidewewant babies.”
Brad grinned into the darkness at just how much Lionel thought he was holding back his eagerness. He wasn’t, and once more Brad considered overcoming his large-dick aversion.
Physically, he was attracted to his mate in every way. He got so turned on looking at Lionel, dressed and undressed. Loved to suck Lionel’s monster dick, and he could swallow quite a lot of it, once he relaxed. So why wouldn’t it fit in his ass?
Said ass clenched, and Brad’s cock got on board with his thoughts. They reached Lionel’s house, and Brad parked. Lionelwas out of the truck and around the hood opening Brad’s door. The security lighting revealed that Brad hadn’t kept his thoughts to himself judging by the pole fighting against the denim in front of his face.
He chuckled. “Someone’s eager.”
Lionel’s response was to lift Brad out of the truck, and Brad wrapped his legs around Lionel’s waist as a large hand cupped his ass, squeezing and pressing them together.
They groaned together, there was kissing and cloth tugging, Brad just couldn’t say if it happened outside or inside the house. Lionel’s need for him left no room for anything else.
When the kissing stopped—sometime later—he was naked, as was Lionel, both were breathless and lying on Lionel’s soft mattress, and aroused to the point of pain. His ass was slick, and Lionel had three fingers buried inside him, murmuring against his mouth how tight he felt and how much he wanted him, scissoring his fingers gently.
His dick was totally on board with all of this, with no sign of wilting like it had done once before when Brad’s brain engaged. Lionel was playing him like a concert pianist heading toward the crescendo.
Lionel’s mouth trailed down his throat, where he nibbled at the mate mark. “Want you so much. Can’t wait to sink inside you and feel this silky-smooth ass suck me deep.”
