12. A Second Mating Dance

12

A SECOND MATING DANCE

Telos cooed at Estie and tried not to pay attention to Mav joining them in the room. “You’re such an amazing little girl. You’re going to grow up so strong.”

Estie blew spit bubbles and kicked her legs.

Behind Telos, the door shut quietly. The lock clicked.

Holy mating clams! Telos tried to breathe. Estie is awake. Nothing’s gonna happen.

But the moment she fell asleep...

He found himself rocking her almost too aggressively.

“You shouldn’t be swinging a baby like a fairground Pirate Ship,” Mav said dryly behind him.

“She likes it,” Telos retorted.

Estie did. She giggled and smiled widely—not Telos’ desired outcome, but hey, he was being a good dad!

“Consider rocking her a little more gently,” Mav said, and paused. His voice dropped. “If you want her to sleep.”

Telos gulped. In a deceptively light tone, he asked, “You want her to sleep, do you?”

“You could say that. Sleeping babies are good.”

“So considerate. Wow.”

Mav snorted. “Of course.”

Telos lifted Estie into the air and blew a raspberry against her tummy. She squealed and smiled toothily, and Telos melted.

“I have all night,” Mav said mildly.

“Damn it,” Telos growled.

“Cursing in front of a child? Really?”

“She’s my kid. There are worse things than swearing. Like kidnappers and abusive parents.”

“True.”

Telos cradled Estie against his chest, eyebrows rising when she nuzzled at him and tried to root for his nipple again. He hiked up his shirt and let her have it, only to hear Mav choke as if the air had been knocked out of his lungs.

Telos turned. “What?”

“You have milk now?” Mav asked, his voice half-strangled.

“No.” Telos pulled Estie off just to check. “Nada.”

“Ah.” Mav almost sounded... disappointed. He turned away, holding up a familiar blue box to read it.

Telos swallowed. He wasn’t going to think about what that box meant. He’d thought enough about Mav’s cock already.

“It’s made by the brand that sells oats,” Mav said.

Telos looked back at him. “Really? Are there oats in there?”

Mav opened the box and slid out a small glass bottle. “Looks like some kind of clear broth. It’s made with ginseng and clam extract.”

“Sounds delicious,” Telos drawled. “Why don’t you try it?”

“You’re gagging for me to drink this, huh?”

Telos turned away sharply. “No.”

He felt Mav’s gaze heavy on his back. Quietly, Mav said, “I’ll drink it soon.”

Ah, fuck. Telos swallowed and tried not to think about it. He rocked Estie more gently.

He shouldn’t be this desperate for Mav. They’d just fucked a few hours ago. Telos had shown Mav his vulnerable parts, and Mav would probably drop him like a piece of hot coal after this mission.

But he was weak, and if Mav offered him sex, he wouldn’t say no.

He brought Estie over to the travel crib that Hilly-Billy had set up, humming softly as he rocked her. He made himself stare at every vine and flower on the wallpaper.

He was definitely not listening as Mav opened the glass bottle with a pop, taking a sip.

“It’s bitter,” Mav said anyway. “Bland with no salt or sugar, but I taste a hint of sweetness from the clam at the very end.”

“That sounds disgusting,” Telos said.

Mav hummed. “Could be worse. I don’t mind it.”

Mav crossed the room and turned on the TV, adjusting the volume to fill the quiet. He flipped through the channels until he landed on sports; Telos heard a snicker from outside the room.

“We could provide commentary like a basketball game,” Hilly-Billy whispered to Hadley.

“Shut up,” Telos growled. “I don’t want to hear a sound from either of you.”

Hadley coughed. Mav began flipping through the channels again, until he landed on a foreign film.

The background hum was apparently what Estie needed. Within minutes, she was asleep, drooling on Telos’ shirt.

Telos gulped. He kept rocking Estie, pretending she was still awake because he wasn’t sure what he was going to do after he set her down.

Behind him, Mav picked up the glass bottle again. His throat worked around the broth.

“Did the sip work?” Telos asked casually, holding onto Estie like she was a life raft.

“Maybe. I’m drinking the whole bottle to be sure.”

Telos’ brain filled with a series of swear words. He paced in front of Estie’s crib, ever so aware of Mav stripping down, going into the bathroom to brush his teeth. Mav wasn’t wearing much anymore—just a pair of gray boxer-briefs that hugged his ass and hid nothing.

When Mav was done with the bathroom, Telos ducked in there to brush his teeth.

Still holding Estie.

“Really?” Mav cocked an eyebrow.

“She’s comfortable like this,” Telos said defensively.

Somehow, he managed to do everything one-handed. Then he emerged from the bathroom to find Mav stretched out on his bed, miles of bare skin and one hand resting on his abdomen.

“It doesn’t seem to be working,” Telos observed.

“I haven’t begun moving my blood.” Mav hooked his thumb into his waistband. Telos hurriedly grabbed a bath towel, bringing it to the crib so he could drape it over the railing, to create a curtain between Estie and the other beds.

He finally set her in there, and she nuzzled contentedly into her pillow.

And now he felt unmoored, at risk of being swept away.

There came the soft sounds of skin rubbing against skin. Skin against soft sheets. Mav grunted, and the bed springs squeaked.

Telos tried to breathe. Especially when the sounds grew longer, more drawn out. He picked up the remote and raised the TV volume slightly. But he could still hear the whisper of skin on skin, a slow, rhythmic sound that he was only too familiar with.

Mav’s breathing deepened. The sounds grew slick.

There was something very wet behind him, and Telos’ mouth went dry. He could almost smell the salt and musk; he felt the low thrum of arousal in their connection, and it went straight between his legs.

“Mmm,” Mav groaned.

Telos’ pants tightened. His ass grew wet. Why the hell was he wet? He hadn’t tried to change his body. But now that he was aware of it, each new slick sound made his balls ache, made him wetter.

He ripped off his shirt. “Just getting ready for bed,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Of course.”

When Telos turned, he found Mav with his hand down the front of his boxer-briefs, a big, thick line straining behind it. A dark, wet spot stretched lewdly over his blunt tip.

“I can’t tell if the drink worked.” Mav gestured at his crotch with his other hand.

“Why can’t you?” Telos asked, strangled. He couldn’t stop staring at the outline of Mav’s fist moving up and down. Clear fluid seeped out through the dark fabric, causing the damp spot to grow.

“Should’ve taken a before and after measurement. But maybe you might know better?”

“I wasn’t looking that closely,” Telos muttered, heading to the bathroom with his sleep clothes.

“Shy?”

“No. I’m not... providing you with entertainment.”

“Mm.”

He shut the door and stripped, staring accusingly at his own hard cock. He pushed it down; it sprang back up, thick and heavy, eager for attention.

Telos pulled on his clothes. His cock shoved against the front of his shorts; he tried tucking it down against his leg, only for it to tent the fabric anyway. He yanked his shirt over it.

Just in case it was still obvious, Telos held his discarded clothes in front of his crotch, stepping out of the bathroom.

Mav’s gaze dropped immediately to his hips. The heat in Telos’ insides ramped up to a raging fever.

Mav kept stroking himself, his eyes dark. As though he was picturing Telos under him, impaled on his cock again. Telos tried to keep his breathing even. But it didn’t stop the flood of memories: being pinned under Mav, Mav fucking and filling him so all he could do was come.

Telos ignored the ache between his legs, climbing into bed. He slid under the covers and stared at the ceiling.

Mav’s wet stroking filled his ears. Telos leaked; he stared so hard at the ceiling that his eyes watered. But he couldn’t shut off his hearing. He couldn’t stop listening to Mav’s hitched breaths, the whispered swearing as he rolled his hips up into his fist.

“Feels good,” Mav whispered. “I need to come again.”

Telos shot precum all over the inside of his shorts. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, but his cock throbbed, his balls growing heavy. At the back of his mind, he felt Mav’s arousal, smooth and rich, sliding into his veins.

“I can feel you,” Mav murmured, glancing at him. “You want this just as much as I do. You want to be held down, filled with so much cock that you can’t even think, you can only feel yourself stretch—”

Telos grew so hard, he hurt . He kicked off his shorts. Then he kicked off his covers and crossed the small distance between their beds. “Fine,” he hissed. “Shut up.”

He swung his leg over Mav and straddled him, with his back to Mav’s chest. So Mav couldn’t see his reactions.

Telos reached behind himself, grabbing Mav’s hot, wet cock. Mav hissed. Telos lowered himself, and Mav grasped his cheeks, spreading him, pushing his fingers deeper to touch his hole. Telos jerked.

“Fuck, you’re wet for me.”

Telos couldn’t bear to answer him. He shoved himself down until Mav’s blunt tip caught against his hole. Then he pushed down, and Mav stretched him, all at once, inches and inches opening him up inside.

He almost came. Mav felt amazing inside him, grinding against his prostate so his legs shook. He couldn’t breathe.

“Fuck,” Mav snarled. He grabbed Telos’ hips and yanked him down, forcing Telos to take his entire cock at once.

Telos came, violently. He couldn’t stop himself. Mav rolled his hips and fucked up into him; Telos shoved him back down. He worked himself on Mav’s cock, up and down, his legs shaking because he was still coming, jets of cum shooting all over Mav’s bed.

“Yeah. Take my cock. You feel so perfect around me, your tight hole trying to milk my cum.” Mav bucked up, still trying to fuck Telos from below. “You want to be filled, don’t you? You want my cum all over you, marking you up. You want it dripping down your thighs, your hole fucked open and loose.”

Telos shuddered. The next explosion of bliss weakened his grip. Mav reared up behind him, pushing him forward onto his hands and knees.

For a moment, Mav slid out of his body. He shoved Telos’ shoulders against the bed, leaving his ass up in the air. Mav pushed his slippery cock between Telos’ cheeks, thrusting twice against his hole. Then he slipped his tip back in and began to pound, hard thrusts that sent his cock all the way inside.

“This is how I’ll come inside you,” Mav panted in his ear. “Deep inside like when I knotted you. I’m going to make sure you get all my cum, knock you up with it.”

Telos clutched at the sheets, moaning, his entire body singing. Cum was still pumping out of him, and he didn’t care. He just wanted Mav to be inside him forever. Owning him, claiming him.

“H-how long?” he hissed. “H-how long did you knot me?”

“Half an hour,” Mav growled. “Long enough for something to take.”

Telos came again.

“Yeah? You like that? Want me to hold you down and breed you?” Mav bit his shoulder.

Telos snarled. He tried half-heartedly to shake Mav off, only for Mav to grab his cheeks and spread him, his cock hammering against Telos’ prostate. Telos’ eyes rolled back. He could only clutch at the sheets, stuffing his fist against his mouth to hold back his moans.

“I can feel how much you like that.” Thrust. “Each time I tell you I’m going to breed you, your arousal comes through so hot and fast, it makes me throb.” Thrust. “Makes my cock pulse extra hard.” Thrust. “Hard enough to breed you.” Thrust, thrust, thrust.

“ Fuck. ” Telos buried his face against the bed, his entire body clenching around Mav.

“That’s it. Suck my cock with your sweet, tight ass,” Mav purred in his ear. “You’re so good for me. Taking my cock and my cum and my knot. Ready for me to plant my seed inside you.”

Telos whimpered. He fucking whimpered, and Mav knocked his legs apart wider, holding his cheeks open as he slammed inside.

Telos came so hard, he blacked out for a second. When he opened his eyes, Mav was still inside him, drilling in hard like he was really trying to breed Telos now. It was so hot that Telos came again. He pressed his forehead to the mattress, unable to stop shaking.

“Yeah, keep moaning,” Mav growled in his ear. “I like knowing how much you need my cock.”

“Fuck off,” Telos said without heat.

“Does it feel bigger?”

“I don’t fucking know.” Telos’ voice broke when Mav’s tip crammed against his sweet spot, sending him into another orgasm.

“I don’t want to pull out,” Mav whispered raggedly. “No one else has come as hard as you, taking my cock. No one else has loved my cock the way you do.”

“Fuck.”

“The way you get so damn wet for me. The way you beg with your body and your mind. The way you shove your ass onto me like you’re trying to keep me inside.” Mav gripped him so hard, he was leaving bruises. Telos raised his ass higher.

Mav pounded harder, faster, his breathing going uneven as his cock swelled. “I’m gonna come.”

Telos burned all over. He pulled the sheets over his head and shoved his ass up, holding Mav’s cock as deeply as he could inside him. “So come inside me.”

With a snarl, Mav thrust deep and came, pulses and pulses of warmth shooting into Telos. His knot swelled at his base, pushing against Telos’ prostate so forcefully that Telos had to shove his hands over his mouth, coming with a shout.

Mav shoved them both flat against the bed, holding Telos down with his weight, his knot anchored against Telos’ prostate. Every small movement had him rocking against that bundle of nerves; Telos’ eyes rolled back. He was still coming, still adding to the huge puddle under himself, shuddering when Mav reached under him and grasped his cock.

“Still rock-hard,” Mav murmured, stroking him from base to tip. “Two loads of my cum, and you’re still ready for more.”

With his other hand, he reached between them, tracing Telos’ stretched rim where he was wrapped snug around Mav’s cock.

“Yeah, this is hot,” Mav whispered. “Having you stretched open around me. Taking my cum. I want to bring you home, hold you down and breed you until we’re sure something took.”

Telos groaned, his face burning, his body singing with want.

“After the mission. I have plugs. I want to plug you up with my cum inside you all day, add to it every so often so you’re always full. Maybe some of it will leak out; that’s fine. I’ll inspect you and refill if the levels are low.”

“You’re fucking perverse,” Telos said into the sheets.

“All I feel from you is approval,” Mav said, his breath hot on Telos’ back. “I have a couch you can bend over. Keeps your ass high so nothing will leak out when I open you to check.”

“ Fuck. ” Telos reached down, knocking Mav’s hand away so he could tug on himself.

“Yeah?” Mav’s voice slipped low; Telos felt a flutter of satisfaction from him. “That makes you hot?”

“I’m just horny.”

“Really?” Mav skimmed his nose against Telos’ shoulder blade. “I think this has something to do with you being bred. By me.” He leaned away, large hands grasping Telos’ shoulders. Then he began to roll his hips, giving shallow, forceful thrusts, until Telos thrashed and shouted beneath him, coming so hard that his vision whited out.

He fainted again. This time, Telos didn’t wake until the next morning.