Page 19 of His Incubus Husband

Squirming, he strained to listen to the noises in the house. How long until Oswald came to bed?

Tino was so needy. So hungry.

He clenched his ass cheeks, struggling against the hollow feeling inside him. Through the satin and lace on his chest, he massaged his pectorals. It would make the nectar flow.

The floor creaked in the hall outside the door, and Tino stilled.

Propped up on a pillow, he spread his legs wider and let one knee rest on the bed, angling his body how he knew it would look most inviting and lewd. He put one arm behind his neck and sneaked a hand into his satin panties.

The door opened, and a lamp in the opposite corner flickered to life.

Oh, it was so thrilling to see the man again! Tino could barely contain himself. He wanted to launch himself across the room, let his wings and tail burst out, and feast on Oswald in the most primitive ways. It took all the self-control he had to remain put.

The part of the spacious bedroom where Tino rested on the bed remained dark, and Oswald didn’t notice him at first. He shrugged off his suit jacket and hung it in the closet, loosened his tie, and opened a couple of buttons on his shirt.

He hit a light switch, and the room went from dim to bright. With his hands on his belt buckle, Oswald froze.

“Good evening,” Tino said politely.

Swiftly, Oswald moved toward a chest of drawers, fierce eyes pinned on Tino. Was he reaching for a gun?

“I’m not armed,” Tino said calmly. “I have no intention of hurting you.”

One hand on the closed drawer, Oswald stared at Tino, his expression unreadable. Then he took a few steps toward the bed and looked Tino up and down.

Tino tilted his hips up and squeezed his cock and balls inside his panties. Squinting through his lashes and puckering his lips, he offered Oswald his most seductive look.

“Should I review my security measures?” Oswald asked in a cold tone.

Tino grinned. “No. It wasn’t easy to get in. Up until the open balcony door.”

“I like fresh air.” Oswald’s nostrils flared as his eyes lingered on Tino’s lips.

“You have a lovely park,” Tino said.

“Why are you here?”

Tino bit his lip, dropping his gaze to Oswald’s bulge.

“Isn’t it obvious?”

Letting go of his cock, he ran his hands over his torso, teasing his nipples through the satin. The fabric outlined them perfectly. Then he knelt up on the mattress and crawled to the edge. On his hands and knees, he zeroed in on Oswald’s groin. He didn’t know how much patience he had left.

When Oswald didn’t come closer, Tino reached for his belt and tugged.

“Let me touch you.” Did he sound desperate?

“You went through a lot of trouble for a fuck.”

Tino undid the buckle, and Oswald finally took the remaining step to the bed. With a moan, Tino rubbed his face against Oswald’s fly. Oh yes.

“You were memorable,” Tino murmured and unzipped Oswald’s pants. “I tried to resist coming back for more. But why should I deny myself something I want so much?”

The thick alpha cock stuck out in front of Tino’s face in all its hard glory. Why was it so much better than all those other dicks? It had a beautiful shape, with a plump head and solid girth, was slightly thicker in the upper half, and it had a visible protrusion at the base where the knot would grow. It was long enough to reach Tino’s womb easily, and the ridge below the head would make sure it stayed in. Perfectly formed, huge alpha cock. Way above average. But Tino had had great cocks before, and none of them had made him yearn this much.

With a soft moan, he flicked his tongue against the slit, catching the musky taste. He closed his eyes and wrapped his lips around the ridge.

Mmhmm. Delicious.