Alfie snorted. “I think we’re all chilled out for now.”
Malachi frowned. “Are you okay love? Are you sore?”
His mate turned and cupped his cheek. “I’m perfect, but we will be doing more Netflix-ing than chilling,” his mate winked, “at least until tonight.”
Malachi chuckled, but before he could reply, there was a knock at the door, probably their breakfast.
“Get the door. I’ll jump in the shower and I’ll be out in a second.” Alfie took the toothbrush out of his mouth, and he twisted and spat before facing him again. He went on his tiptoes and placed a kiss on Chi’s cheek, leaving a toothpaste lip print.
“There, now I’ve marked you, too, so you’re mine.” Alfie’s eyes danced.
“Forever,” Malachi replied.
Malachi pushed him towards the door. “Go.”
Thirty-One
Alfie
The next few days consisted of them just chilling. There was a lot of sex—the best sex he’d ever had—and talking… getting to know each other. Alfie couldn’t help the comparisons that slipped in while spending time with his mate. He’d never been able to justbearound Rupert. It had felt like he was always on, always trying to be well presented and presentable.
He could never just be Alfie because Rupert had made him feel like him wasn’t enough, but with Chi, there was something that made him feel like he was enough.
He shivered, then relaxed as Malachi’s hand brushed down the centre of his body, from his neckline all the way down to his hard cock.
Alfie let out a gasp when Malachi’s hand wrapped around the base of his shaft. He’d been teasing Malachi for the past ten minutes while they watched Fast and Furious 8, and this was how he was rewarded.
“Please…” Alfie begged, “…not slow. I want to feel you.” Alfie gasped as Malachi stroked his cock.
Malachi kept teasing him slowly, his hand gliding up and down his cock.
Alfie was desperate when he heard the lube bottle being opened, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He was so glad they’d gone at it a few hours ago so he didn’t need a lot of prep. Alfie breathed out as he felt two fingers push into him. Malachi always made sure he was stretched properly.
Alfie watched Chi as he slicked up his cock and lined up with his entrance, then he slid in with one long stroke. Alfie’s fingers dug into Malachi’s back as his balls hit his ass, then he pulled his legs up to his chest, opening himself up to the pounding he was hoping for.
“Fuck. Please. Please. please,” Alfie chanted between whimpers.
Chi pulled out and slammed back into him, not being slow or gentle. Alfie had managed to get Chi to stop treating him like china… well, sometimes.
Alfie couldn’t help the moan that escaped his lips when Malachi pushed his legs further so he was almost bent in half. His mate had found out how flexible Alfie was and he loved it. The move had Chi’s cock sliding even deeper into him, nailing his prostate with each thrust. Precum leaked from Alfie’s cock like a faucet.
“Please. Close. Need,” he gasped.
His orgasm was barrelling down on him, so he wrapped his hand around his cock and began to stroke rapidly.
Alfie thrust his hips upward as he called out.
They’d found out that the rooms on either side of them were not occupied, otherwise the hotel might have kicked them out by now.
Alfie was close, and after one more thrust across his prostate, he felt his body tighten as ropes of white cum shot between him and Chi, painting his chest and abs.
He felt the moment Chi came, his warm cum shooting deep into his body. His hips stuttered, then stilled as he groaned through his orgasm.
“Fuck.Fuck,” Malachi cursed as the last waves of his orgasm rolled through him.
His chest rose and fell as he fought to catch his breath, his knot stretching Alfie and had his orgasm drawing out a little longer.
Malachi rolled so Alfie was on top of him; it was in his top five favourite positions, and he liked his time locked with Malachi.
