He starts moving then, pulling out almost all the way before sliding back in, deep and fervent. Not brutal or rough, but passionate, each thrust hitting that spot inside me that makesstars burst behind my eyelids. Our bodies slap together, slick sounds filling the air as he tilts his hips, grinding against my prostate. I push back to meet him, our fingers locked tight, his free hand roaming my body, pinching my nipples, stroking my cock in rhythm with his thrusts.
"You’re perfect," he murmurs against my ear, nipping the lobe. "My everything. I’d do anything for you."
His words send heat pooling in my gut, winding me tighter. I gasp out, "Love you… need you… always, all the time."
The pace quickens, his cock dragging over every sensitive inch inside me, building that pressure until I’m right on the edge.
We come together, crashing over like a wave. My orgasm rips through me first, my cock spurting ropes of cum onto the floor beneath the table. Bay follows a second later, burying deep as he floods me with his release, his knot swelling to lock us in place. "Fuck, Alex, so good, so good," he grunts, holding me through the aftershocks.
As we catch our breath, still joined, he presses lazy kisses to my neck, then my temple when I turn my head, and finally my cheek. His lips linger, soft and tender now.
"I adore you," he whispers right into my ear.
Torrents of happiness crash over me, fulfillment settling deep in my soul, as if my life were only complete with him. But I’m not done yet; the little nympho in me rears up, and I clench around his knot. "Bay, I want more, please… keep fucking me."
He chuckles low, nuzzling my neck. "As you wish, my prince."
BAY
For the last time in school, I’m performing at graduation.
There’s a kind of nostalgia settling in me, because I know a whole chapter of my life is ending, the people from the school band are scattering in different directions, and I’ll see them one last time during our two-week tour before everyone heads their own way.
Only Malik is staying in town; the rest are heading to other colleges.
I’m fully aware that two weeks after the tour ends, I’m scheduled for my first underground fight.
I keep trying not to think about it, even though Gurco encourages me to train harder, it still doesn’t feel entirely real.
I feel lousy knowing I’m delaying telling Alex about it, but I’m slowly working up to it, but I can already guess he’ll be against the idea of me fighting. Ironically, I’m against it too, and I don’t see combat sports as anything appealing or as a path for my future, but I have to pay the debt. As helpful as Ennio has been, I can only imagine he wouldn’t take my refusal lightly. He wasn’t raised like normal people, and I doubt he’d feel any remorse. I’d just get a bullet in my head and that would be it.
Meanwhile, the small house we bought near campus is fully furnished, and we decide that while I’m on tour, Alex will livethere. With the security booth so close, I know he’ll be well protected. One of the chess tournaments he’s competing in is taking place on that very campus, so I feel better knowing he won’t have far to go.
On the last evening before I leave for the tour, two days after graduation, we spend the night in the house, we make love, and it happens again: my knot swells, and Alex takes it incredibly well, with almost no discomfort.
It’s been happening a lot lately, and I have the feeling something is changing in my body; I feel a faint itch around my glands, and Alex admits he’s been feeling a bit of discomfort there too, a tickle, and we wonder if it’s possible our glands will mature at the same time, almost in some strange synchronization.
The next morning, on the day I’m supposed to leave for the concert, we wake up wrapped around each other, and for a moment I lie there with my face buried in Alex’s hair, savoring that moment when I’m holding him, his small body fitting perfectly in my arms, and for a few seconds I just soak in this sense of closeness and calm that always washes over me when Alex touches me, this constant feeling of joy and happiness that rises the moment his skin meets mine.
"Alex," I whisper softly against his ear.
He stirs awake, shifts a little, and turns toward me with a sleepy stretch.
"I believe we’re True Mates."
Yes, I say it, I say those words again, that hope that has lived in me for so long and keeps growing.
His big eyes open wide and lock on my face.
"You really think so?"
"Yes. I can’t wait for my glands to mature, because I know exactly what scent I’ll smell."
"What scent?" Alex tilts his head a little.
"Strawberries, of course. I’m absolutely sure it’ll be strawberries."
Alex laughs.
