Page 38 of His Incubus Husband

To show his gratitude, Tino slid off Oswald’s lap and knelt on the seat next to him. He bent low to open Oswald’s fly and take the magnificent cock into his mouth. In this position, his ass was exposed to the room, and he gyrated his hips, hoping the smell of his slick would drift through the air toward the others.

He deepthroated Oswald’s cock for long minutes, while Oswald drank his cocktail. When Oswald came on a grunt, the room seemed to go still for a moment. So many had been watching—Tino had been soaking up their admiration. He swallowed his alpha’s seed, and pleasure bloomed in his middle. He came untouched, his hips jerking and cum dripping through the lace.

The triad opposite them clapped. Tino lifted his gaze toward them as Oswald’s wet cock slowly slid from his open mouth. Three pairs of hungry eyes were pinned on him.

He lay across Oswald’s lap, folded his arms under his head, and gazed back. Oswald tugged his panties down just enough to gain access to his hole. He played with his pucker gently, dipping his fingertips inside, while he finished his drink.

Tino witnessed three more couples making love and climaxing before Oswald decided it was time to go. He helped Tino dress and left a generous tip for the staff.

The alpha from the triad opposite them stood and approached them just as they were about to leave.

“Do you want to join us in our hotel room for the night?” he asked bluntly.

Tino could imagine spending the night with the two beautiful omegas and their alpha, but the prospect of being alone with Oswald after this extensive foreplay was just as appealing. He looked up at Oswald.

“It’s a very tempting offer, thank you, but not tonight. We already have plans.”

The alpha smiled at Tino. “Pity.”

Then he turned away.

At Oswald’s suggestion, they walked back to the hotel, taking a detour along the beach. The esplanade was lined with palm trees and well lit, while the beach itself disappeared into darkness. Tino felt a little like he was walking under stage lights. Holding Oswald’s hand, he felt seen and admired in the best ways. A doubt niggled in his mind, though. After a few minutes, he gave up trying to figure it out on his own and asked.

“Why did you say no to that man?”

Oswald didn’t pause, seemingly unsurprised by Tino’s question. He rubbed his thumb over the back of Tino’s hand.

“Sometimes, I want you to myself. And I like knowing that I can say no. Are you hungry? Did you want that man to fuck you?”

“I’m fine.” There was something Oswald wasn’t telling him, but Tino knew better than to push.

They walked in silence for a while. The waves were gentle, the sea merely whispering in the night.

“I want to keep you to myself all week.”

Warmth bloomed in Tino’s middle. He liked hearing that more than he should. Then again, he’d learned that he truly preferred quality over quantity.

“Whatever you wish,” he said, glancing up at Oswald’s profile. Oswald’s expression was impenetrable for most people, but Tino flattered himself that he knew this man better than anyone.

Looking ahead, Oswald spoke again, sounding casual as if they were discussing breakfast preferences. “Will you find it difficult?”

Tino thought about it. It was important that he give an honest answer.

“No,” he finally said.

“Why not?” Oswald prompted.

Tino couldn’t say too little, but he was afraid to say too much. He needed Oswald. He’d tried to make do without him before, and it hadn’t gone well.

“I haven’t felt hungry once since you’ve been taking care of me. I… crave the desire you feel for me. Especially in this form.” He gestured to his young human body. “It sustains me.”

Oswald was quiet for a long while after that, walking leisurely. They passed a lamp, another, and a third, and Tino grew worried. What had he revealed that Oswald hadn’t already known? Five streetlamps, eight palm trees. Why had he begun counting them?

Under the ninth palm tree, his alpha paused and turned to him. His eyes glowed with reflected lights, his eyebrows drawn together with determination.

“I’d like to marry you.”

Tino stared up at Oswald with his mouth open. What?