"I love you, Alex, so much… so much. Take me, take me into you…"
I whisper as we fall onto the bed.
Alex’s arms wrap around my neck, his lips part and I fall into them, drinking them in, drinking the life in him, the essence of my very existence.
Sweetness, warmth, the soft pink glow of him sprawl around me.
His skin smells like strawberries from his shower gel, and I devour it, licking and kissing every inch of his slender body as he trembles and murmurs sweet, encouraging words. My tongue swirls over the smooth, silky planes of his chest, and I suck on those delicate, conical pecs I love so much, the ones that make Alex so special. I adore how they ripple slightly when we make love, how I can stare at them, lick them, tease his puffy nipples with my tongue and lips, nudge them with my nose, and watch him writhe, continuing his serenade of sweet, lovely sounds.
Of course, I make my way to his stiff cock, standing at attention, brushing lightly against me as if begging for some tenderness. I give it to him, my tongue gliding from the base of his small shaft up to the soft, pink crown of his glans. I suck and massage it with my mouth, gently teasing the thin slit at the center.
"Please, please," Alex moans, his hips trembling, lifting up as if searching for the warmth of my mouth.
But I seek out another spot, his cute little hole, now glistening with a layer of translucent slick. My tongue circles it gently, then dips in, probing that small opening.
Alex bucks his pelvis up now, fervently demanding penetration, but I always hold off. I like seeing him like this, all over the place, lost in a frenzy of love, passion, and hunger.
My fingers continue their parallel caresses, massaging his body, dancing over his skin, teasing his ass, his stomach, his ribs. I pinch and tug gently at his stiff nipples.
"Please, please!" Alex begs, his spine arching intensely.
Finally, the moment arrives. I lower myself onto him, feeling his perfect body beneath me, sensing his surrender, his thirst, his desire, almost as if it’s pulling me deeper into the very core of his being, his essence.
In the end, I give in. I can’t resist. Alex always knows how to make me feelwanted, like I’m the most important thing in his world, just as he is in mine.
I press the head of my cock against his wet, soft ring, which parts slightly, like the cup of a flower, drawing me in inch by inch into his tight, pulsing channel. It steals my breath away. The sensations rush from my head down the entire length of my shaft, deep into my body. My muscles tense instinctively, fighting off the urge to come too soon.
I start with gentle, rocking motions, easing in and out. Alex murmurs, and a clear bead of precum drips from the tip of his cock.
"Yes, yes, yes," moans my beautiful omega.
I rock deeper, adjusting my angle to hit his prostate just right. Alex responds eagerly, his body releasing more tiny pearls of precum that glisten and trail in long strands over his stomach.
My body relaxes, sinking into him, almost purifying itself in the warmth of his enthusiasm, his incredible ease in reaching orgasms.
Sex with him is like a feast, and my cock savors every bit of his deliciousness until we’re both trembling with pleasure. As we climax, it’s like a wave of blissful ecstasy that washes over us completely, melting us in pink and golden hues, dazzling and flooding our minds.
But it’s not the end for today. Alex always needs more…
"I love you," I whisper, and he echoes it back.
We belong to each other.
ALEX
Bay presses his hands to his eyes.
"Holy shit, there are a hundred thousand people out there."
"Yeah, and they’re all about to see how talented you are."
We’re sitting in this tiny back room together, a little space made of plastic partitions behind the stage. The concert is outdoors, the whole stage and its backstage area built from portable, foldable pieces, so it’s no surprise that Bay, as the singer performing the intro set, ended up with this miniature closet of a room.
"Don’t rub your face, remember you’ve got makeup on," I murmur as I crouch beside him and pull his fingers away from his cheeks.
Bay’s eyes are lined with eyeliner, which makes him look even sharper and hotter, and his long, dark red hair has bright red and black streaks. He’s wearing a black shirt with a red pattern that echoes his tattoo and black leather pants.
He lifts his gaze to me. I can see how fast he’s breathing, stress level maxed out.
