~Alexander's POV~
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
A voice came from outside the door. The moment it spoke, it was my mother.
"Alexander?"
"Alexander, I know you're in there," she called out, her voice echoing through the heavy wood. "Open the door. We need to discuss the arrangements for tomorrow morning."
Alistair froze, the vibrator still humming against his skin, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and lingering lust.
The silence in the room was sudden and suffocating, the mechanical buzz of the toy the only sound competing with my mother's impatient knocking.
"Alexander? Answer me," she called again, her voice sharp with the expectation of obedience.
Alis looked at me, his gaze dark and defiant. It was a dare, a silent, piercing challenge that stripped me of every ounce of my "good son" persona.
In that moment, even if she planned to disown me the next morning, I couldn't have answered her if I tried.
I was paralyzed by the raw power radiating from the man on the bed.
Ignoring the door, Alis didn't shrink away. Instead, he moved with the predatory grace of a cat, crawling across the mattress toward the edge where I sat.
The vibrator was still active in his hand, a low, constant thrumming. He reached the edge and knelt before me, his eyes locked on mine, glowing with a dangerous, seductive heat.
Outside, the knocking continued. "Alexander, I know you aren't asleep yet."
Alis leaned in, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. Without breaking eye contact, he reached out and pressed the humming vibrator directly against the sensitive underside of my cock. The sudden, intense friction sent a jolt of pure electricity straight to my brain.
"Fuck!" I let out a loud, guttural moan that echoed off the bathroom tiles and carried straight through the bedroom door. It was a sound of total surrender, a vocalization of the heaven Alis was dragging me into, a place my mother was strictly forbidden from entering.
The knocking stopped instantly.
There was a long, heavy pause on the other side of the door. My mother finally got the message: her son was occupied, and he wasn't coming out. I heard the faint, stiff click of her heels as she finally turned and walked away, defeated by the sheer volume of my pleasure.
Now that we were truly alone, Alis didn't stop. He grew bolder, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as he watched my face. He moved the vibrator in slow, agonizing circles around my cock head, the high-speed pulses making my hips twitch uncontrollably.
"Is she gone, Daddy?" he whispered, his voice a sultry, erotic purr.
He slid the toy down my cock, his other hand reaching back to tease himself, his body undulating with a purely hypnotic rhythm.
The look on his face, one of absolute triumph and burning desire, was more than I could take. The defiance he had shown toward my mother had set my blood on fire. I reached out, my fingers tangling in his damp hair, and gently but firmly guided his head down toward my cock.
"Suck it, baby," I rasped, my voice thick with a hunger that bordered on desperation. "Daddy needs you to suck him so good right now."
Alis didn't hesitate. He set the vibrator aside, the low hum still buzzing against the floorboards, and leaned in. When the heat of his mouth first enveloped me, I let out a broken, shattered moan that seemed to vibrate through my entire skeleton. "Fuck, baby... yes."
He wrapped his mouth tightly around my cock, his tongue swirling around the head before he began to take me in. I took control of the rhythm, my hands buried in his hair as I guided his head, setting a pace that was deep and punishing.
The wet, rhythmic sounds of his throat working around me filled the silent room, a symphony of pure submission.
"Faster," I groaned, my eyes snapping shut as the pressure built to an agonizing peak. I pushed deeper, testing the limits of his throat, and Alis took every inch of me, his eyes looking up at me through his lashes, dark and devoted.
I couldn't hold back anymore. With one final, desperate thrust, I buckled. "I'm cumming... Alis, take it all!" I roared, my body jolting as I emptied myself deep inside his mouth. I poured everything into him, my frustration, my love, my loyalty, until I was spent.
I collapsed back into the chair, my chest heaving, my muscles feeling like liquid. But Alistair wasn't finished.
He pulled away with a wet pop, but his hand immediately replaced his mouth. He began to stroke me continuously, his thumb circling the head to ensure I didn't lose my hardness.
He reached behind himself, slicking his fingers with a fresh palmful of lube and removing the plug with a soft, needy gasp.
He leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered, "I love to ride you, husband. I want to show you exactly how much I want you. You're the only one I want, Alex. Only you."
The seductive weight of his words acted like a fresh spark to a flame. Even through my exhaustion, I felt myself surging back to life under his touch. Alistair stood up and turned around, straddling my lap with his back to me. He held onto my knees for balance, slowly lowering his hips until the tip of my cock was teasing his entrance.
"Daddy, go inside gently," he whimpered, his head falling back against my shoulder. "Let me take you... inch by inch."
I watched, mesmerized, as he began to slide down. Every word out of his mouth was a weapon designed to destroy my self-control. I felt the tight, wet heat of him beginning to swallow me, the friction so intense I had to grip the arms of the chair to keep from thrusting upward.
"Go deeper, Daddy."
I couldn't do it slowly anymore. I gripped his hips, and with one powerful, upward thrust, I buried myself fully inside him.
"Fuck! Yes, Daddy!" Alis moaned out, his back arching into a perfect bow as he took the full length of me at once. "I love that... I love you so much."
I didn't wait another second. I began to move, my hips meeting his in a steady, driving pace. Alis moved with me, his body undulating as he rode me, our shared heat and the scent of lube and sweat filling the air.
We were locked together, a single, pulsing entity in the dim light.
"The bed," Alis gasped against my ear, his voice broken by the friction between us. "Alex... Let's use the bed."
I didn't pull out immediately. I stood up, keeping him pinned to me, my cock still buried deep as I carried him the short distance.
The sensation of moving while joined was agonizingly good. Only when I reached the edge did I reluctantly slide out for a fraction of a second to climb onto the mattress.
I propped my back against the headboard with a pillow, and Alis followed instantly, straddling me again.