“Do you know how good you’ve been to me, Daddy?” Vincent asked in a whisper. Eyes closed, he pressed kisses to Mal’s body at random—his side, his thigh, his rounded stomach—until he arrived at the base of Mal’s cock. With a low groan, Vincent kissed the skin at his base, unfazed by hair, then looked up at Mal as if begging permission. “How happy you’ve made me today?”
“Tell me, baby,” Mal commanded. He combed his fingers through Vincent’s hair as Vincent kissed him again, his lips sealing dangerously close to the base of Mal’s shaft. The push of air through his nostrils rushed across Mal’s skin. “Wanna hear all about how happy you are… and how much happier I can make you in days to come.”
Vincent shivered. One reverent kiss after another marked his passage across Mal’s skin, rising from his groin, over his hip, and back to his stomach.
“Today, you’ve given me forever,” Vincent told him. Each of his vocalizations was a spell, ensnaring Mal in its magic and capturing his heart. Mal caressed Vincent’s head, his heartbeat steadily gaining pace. “You’ve promised me the future, agreed to take a chance with me… tied yourself to my family, just as I’ve tied myself to yours.”
With a hum, Vincent nuzzled Mal’s baby bump. Since they’d first found out Mal was pregnant, Vincent had always treated Mal’s unborn children as if they were his own, but the way he fawned over Mal’s swelling body now affirmed his commitment. Although not bound by blood, Vincentwasthe father of his twins.
“You’ve given me what I always wanted, but never had the courage to have,” Vincent continued. His roaming lips discovered Mal’s curves, dipping under his belly to revisit the area near his cock. Arousal pulsed in Mal’s shaft, and he held back a moan. Vincent was close—so close—to kissing his cock, but stayed his movements before he did. “You’ve given me hope.”
Tears swelled. Mal blinked them away, running his hand frantically through Vincent’s hair, wanting more, needing more, but wanting to hear everything Vincent had to say.
“I’m so lucky, Daddy,” Vincent whispered. He huffed a laugh into Mal’s groin, a breathy, whispered thing that seized Mal’s heart. “So lucky to have you, your love, and your understanding.”
“And I’m lucky to have found you,” Mal murmured. The intensity of the moment clouded his mind, but it didn’t distort Vincent’s importance in his life. Nothing would. “Do you want to touch, baby? Want you to be happy… to have fun.”
“Yes, please.” It was spoken in sacred astonishment, like Mal’s body was hallowed ground. Without waiting, Vincent dipped inward and united his lips with Mal’s shaft, kissing over and over, trailing his way to Mal’s tip. Holding his breath, dizzy with lust, Mal watched. When Vincent arrived at his tip, he lapped at the bead of precum clinging to Mal’s slit, then sealed his lips on Mal’s head and kissed over and over, mouth open, letting Mal sink deeper into his mouth until his tip was buried.
Mal gasped. As his knees weakened from pleasure, he gripped Vincent’s hair between his fingers, like doing so would offer him balance.
“Baby,” Mal breathed. “Oh, baby, suck Daddy’s cock. You’re so good. Such a good boy…”
Vincent’s eyes flashed up to look at him, his pupils blown out with lust, and his eyes made dark for it. He turned his head to the side, ran his tongue along Mal’s shaft, then bobbed his head so Mal’s tip breached his throat. The sudden tightness caught Mal by surprise, and he yelped in pleasure and pushed deeper into Vincent’s throat.
Vincent swallowed him.
Then he started to suck.
Mal gasped. His knees buckled, and he had to brace himself on the bedside table. Heart throbbing, mind drowned with pleasure, he bucked his hips and plundered Vincent’s mouth.
“Baby,” Mal panted. “Oh,fuck,baby… take me to bed. Take Daddy to bed. Make him come all over your cock.”
Vincent hummed. The vibration traveled up Mal’s length and took root in his groin. With a noisy pop, Vincent drew back, then rose from his knees and crowded Mal step by step until the back of his thighs brushed the edge of their mattress.
“You want to come all over my cock, Daddy?” Vincent uttered. He captured Mal’s lips in a startling kiss, sharing the taste of Mal’s body with him. Mal’s pleasure spiked, and he rooted both his hands in Vincent’s hair and held him there, prolonging the kiss, tasting the trace of his precum as it dirtied his good boy’s mouth. The kiss broke when Vincent growled, grabbing Mal by the hips and pushing him close. While the gesture was primal and savage in nature, it was done carefully—Vincent cared too much for their children to risk being rough. “Because I’m going to make you come again, and again, and again.”
The hands on Mal’s hips locked around him, then lifted him from his feet. Vincent carried him onto the bed, then laid him down and started the kiss all over again. Mal didn’t notice as Vincent stripped off his clothes, nor did he feel as Vincent shifted his weight to reach for the bedside table, but he heard the snap as the bottle of lube they shared was opened, and the crunch of plastic as its contents were displaced onto Vincent’s fingers. Those same fingers met Mal’s ass seconds later, slippery, and as the kiss persisted, Vincent rimmed Mal’s hole, then pushed inside. Mal cried into his mouth as those fingers curled, twisted, explored… then broke the kiss as they started to fuck him, pushing in and pulling out in ways that left Mal delirious with need.
“Baby,” he begged, working his hips on Vincent’s fingers. “Oh f-fuck, baby…”
“Does it feel good, Daddy?” Vincent’s voice rasped with lust. He pushed in to his last knuckle and curled his fingers, stroking Mal’s prostate. Mal bit back a startled, impassioned cry. “Does it make you wanna come?”
“Baby.” Mal didn’t think he could speak—at least, not in the coherent way Vincent needed him to. “More.More!”
“Anything you want, Daddy.”
The fingers withdrew, but before Mal could protest their absence, Vincent wrapped his arms beneath Mal’s thighs, tugged him down the bed, and lifted him up. He pushed into Mal’s waiting ass, stretching Mal out and plunging deep. While he held Mal’s thighs, he pistoned into him, setting a pace that curled Mal’s toes and chased a gasp from his lungs.
“Yes!” Mal hooked his thighs over Vincent’s hips, allowing Vincent to brace himself with his arms as he set the rhythm. “Yes,yes!”
“So dirty, to want to be bred like this.” The dark notes of Vincent’s voice sent tingling pleasure down Mal’s spine, and he responded by meeting Vincent’s thrusts with his own, uniting them further. “So dirty to have your baby boy inside you. Gonna breed you right, Daddy. Gonna treat you this well forever.”
Tears slid down the sides of Mal’s face, overwhelmed by love and want. Vincent was his.His.And now, with Vincent’s ring on his finger, he’d be his forevermore.
“Come in me, baby,” Mal demanded, pulling himself together enough to issue the command. “Come inside me. Wanna feel it. Wanna feel you inside me.”
A puff of breath escaped Vincent’s lips, gritty with his desire. He pushed his face against Mal’s shoulder, then coincided a nip with a powerful thrust.
