Page 41 of His Incubus Husband

Tino sighed, and his fingers dove into the short hair on Oswald’s nape.

“I trust you. I want to be yours.”

The quiet admission poured warmth into Oswald’s cold heart and scorching heat into his dick and balls.

Very slowly, he peeled the tight lace top off. He kissed every inch he uncovered and lightly sucked those pale nipples. The scent of omega slick was already drifting from between Tino’s legs, even through the double layer of his pants and underwear.

Oswald knelt and tugged the pants down until they pooled around Tino’s bare feet. He discovered tight bikini briefs, the same hue as Tino’s skin, hugging his half-hard cock and balls. Oswald rubbed his parted lips over the thin fabric and caressed Tino’s ass cheeks.

“Will you take them off for me and sit on the bed?”

With trembling hands, Tino slid the briefs down his slender legs. He took a few unsteady steps backward and lowered himself onto the mattress, legs pressed together and back stiff.

Oswald smiled. Watching the timid young omega perched naked on the pristine bed, surrounded by rose petals, he removed his tuxedo jacket and unbuttoned his shirt.

He stripped naked, and Tino watched with wide eyes for the entire time.

Oswald gave his raging erection a slow stroke and came closer. Standing before Tino, he clasped Tino’s head in one hand.

“Do you want to know how my cock tastes?” he asked in a low voice.

Tino took a deep breath and wordlessly parted his lips, his clear blue eyes pinned on Oswald’s face.

Gently, Oswald tugged Tino’s head closer until the crown of his dick nudged Tino’s lower lip.

“Suck on the tip.”

Their gazes locked, Tino wrapped his lips around Oswald’s cockhead.

Oswald let out a rumbling moan. He couldn’t help it. It seemed so real. It was real.

It was Tino’s first time making love. It didn’t matter how many times they’d fucked before.

Tonight, they would make love.

Wet warmth enveloped Oswald’s glans and slid lower. Letting out a sweet whimper, Tino sucked and bobbed his head clumsily.

“Oh God, darling, you’re so sweet. So breathtakingly beautiful. My gorgeous virgin is sucking his first cock. You’re perfect.”

Hearing the praise, Tino increased his efforts, attempting to take Oswald deeper. He gagged, but it didn’t stop him. Oswald had to tug him away.

“Shh. That’s enough for now. You can try again later. Now, lie back.”

Tino moved up the bed and lay down, his arms by his sides and his small, hard cock resting on his abdomen. It looked all pink and innocent, much like Tino.

Oswald could have dived straight to it, sucked it, then lapped at Tino’s tight sack, licked his pucker, loosening him just enough to get his cockhead in. Then he would force through and breed that hole.

But it didn’t feel right. Not tonight.

He rested over Tino, settling between the boy’s thighs, and kissed him. He stroked his soft little tongue, nipped at his lips, and made love to his mouth, over and over again, for long minutes, until Tino was moaning and squirming under him. Oswald didn’t do it to drive his omega crazy with need. He was just drinking his fill, cherishing the perfect moment. He savored every breath, how Tino’s thighs tightened around his hips, how his nipples brushed Oswald’s chest when Tino arched under him. Oswald couldn’t get enough.

When he finally kissed his way to Tino’s groin and lifted his legs to open him up, Tino’s tiny pucker was drenched with slick and swollen with blood.

Oswald pressed a chaste kiss to the beautiful star and hummed.

“I love you!” Tino cried.

And Oswald had never been happier.