I kneel between his thighs, draping his legs over mine, and line my cock up with his entrance. I always want him looking at me when I enter him.
So I press the tip of my cock against his slick hole and wait for that moment when he opens his eyes and meets my gaze.
Finally, he does.
His amethyst eyes are hazed with pleasure. I’m already close to six foot five, but that’s not the end of my growth yet, since alphas grow for longer than other subgenders. Same goes for our penises, actually. They usually reach their full size around twenty-one, but even now I’m already at almost nine inches.
I start to push in gently.
Alex is a foot and a half shorter than me, so I always make sure he’s fully aroused and stretched before I enter him.
Slowly, I begin to sink into that tight, scorching heat, it feels like being crushed in the strongest embrace. I never last long inside Alex. He’s so narrow, it’s almost impossible, the sensations too intense, the friction overwhelming.
And today, I’m especially turned on. I slide in, but I never go all the way, two-thirds at most. Alex’s rim looks stretched taut, like a rubber band at its limit. I always worry it might hurt him, but Alex never complains. Quite the opposite, sometimes he mumbles, "I love being stuffed so tight, filled up… I love this feeling!"
I start to move slowly, but I already know it’ll be over in a flash. Alex’s eyes watch me the whole time from beneath a half-lidded gaze.
When we make love, I always want him looking at me. Our eyes have to stay locked. It’s incredibly important to me, because it feels like our souls are connecting.
But this time, I feel something strange in my body, a weird pressure, a strange force unfolding inside me. My arousal is so overwhelming I can barely breathe, gasping in short, desperate breaths as I keep thrusting
—thrust, thrust, thrust—
And then, with sudden horror, I realize what’s happening.
I yank my hips back, pulling out of Alex just in time, my cock swells right before our eyes!
"Oh fuck!" I blurt out.
"Huh?" Alex mumbles, half-dazed, clearly disappointed by my abrupt withdrawal.
When Alex is lost in pleasure, there’s no easy snapping him out of it. He’s half-conscious, his thoughts hazy, drowned deep in ecstasy. I know pulling out like this is agonizing for him, physically and mentally, but I couldn’t let it happen inside him.
Alex looks drunk, struggling to prop himself up on his elbows as we both stare at my cock.
Right there, in the middle of my shaft, a fucking knot is forming!
"Fuck! How is this even possible?!" I blurt out.
"That’s so cool! Why’d you pull out?!" Alex whines, disappointed and dizzy-looking.
"Are you crazy?! I would’ve split you open! I barely fit as it is!"
"You wouldn’t have!" Alex protests, pouting. "I’m stretchier inside!"
"Too late now," I grumble. "But how the hell is this happening? I don’t even have mature glands yet, and you’re not in heat!"
Alex collapses back onto the pillows, limp, his lips forming a tiny frown of despair. I already know how this is going to end.
When Alex is left unsatisfied, this is exactly how he reacts, sometimes he cries, sometimes he’s just whiny and miserable.
"I’m sorry, baby," I murmur as I press against him, covering his hands, his little cock, and his pink nipples with tender kisses. "Forgive me, please, my sweetness," I whisper, moving higher to gently peck his pouting lips.
"That would be so cool…" Alex sniffles.
Sensing my spoiled pillow prince starting to spiral, I come up with a solution.
"I’ll make it up to you right now, my sweet king," I say, leaning over to the nightstand. I pull out the dildo I always use when the situation calls for it, to fully meet his needs.
