Chapter 139 I Want You
As they all exited the meeting hall, Alberto suddenly felt his head grow unbearably heavy, vision swimming at the edges. He opened his mouth to call Fernando’s name but only a faint rasp escaped. His knees buckled; he staggered sideways.
Fernando spun instantly. “Alberto?”
He rushed back, catching Alberto before he hit the floor and pulling him tight against his chest. “Hey, stay with me. What’s wrong?”
Alberto clutched Fernando’s shirt, breathing shallow. “Head… spinning… can’t—”
Fernando’s arms tightened. “Mira, Lucia go handle the coronation date. Set it for any auspicious date from now. Lucia, prepare yourself. You’ll be crowned officially as gamma that same night and welcomed into the office properly. No delays.”
Lucia nodded, eyes flicking worriedly to Alberto. “We’ll take care of it. Keep him safe.”
Mira squeezed Fernando’s shoulder once. “Call if it gets worse. I’ll be close.”
They hurried off.
Fernando half-carried Alberto down the corridor to their private chamber. The moment the door shut he laid Alberto carefully on the bed. Alberto’s skin was scorching under Fernando’s palms.
“You’re burning up,” Fernando muttered, pressing the back of his hand to Alberto’s forehead. “Fuck, you’re on fire. Should I call Mira? She can check—”
Alberto shook his head weakly. “No… just need rest. Stay. Please.”
Fernando exhaled roughly but nodded. He dragged a chair close, soaked a cloth in the basin of cold water, wrung it out, and pressed it gently to Alberto’s brow.
“Easy,” Fernando murmured, wiping slow circles over heated skin. “Breathe. I’ve got you.”
Alberto’s eyes fluttered closed. Fernando kept the cloth moving forehead, temples, the flushed curve of his neck until his own eyelids grew heavy. Eventually his head tipped forward and he dozed off in the chair, hand still resting on Alberto’s chest.
Hours later Alberto stirred. The fever had eased to a low simmer. He blinked in the dim light and saw Fernando slumped beside him, breathing slow and deep in sleep.
Alberto lifted a trembling hand and traced one fingertip along Fernando’s jawline, following the sharp line down to the hollow of his throat. Fernando’s pulse jumped under the touch.
Fernando woke instantly, eyes snapping open. “Hey, how are you feeling?”
Alberto didn’t answer with words. He curled fingers into Fernando’s shirt and yanked him down, crashing their mouths together in a messy, starving kiss.
Fernando groaned into it, hands flying to Alberto’s face, but after a few desperate seconds he pulled back an inch. “Baby stop. You’re sick. You were burning up an hour ago.”
Alberto chased his mouth, voice wrecked and low. “I don’t care. I need you. Need to feel you buried so fucking deep inside me I forget my own name. Been too long. Missed your cock stretching me open, missed the way you fuck me like you own every inch.”
Fernando’s breath hitched. “Alberto—”
“Please,” Alberto whispered against his lips, fingers already tugging at Fernando’s belt. “Want you raw. I want you pounding me until I can’t walk tomorrow. I want your cum dripping out of my hole while I scream your name. Been dreaming about it. I need it. Need you.”
Fernando’s control cracked. “Fuck. You sure? You’re still weak—”
“I’m sure,” Alberto breathed, shoving Fernando’s shirt up and dragging nails down his abdomen. “Want your thick dick splitting me wide. Want you to fuck me stupid. Make me take every inch until I’m crying for more. Please, Fernando wreck me.”
Fernando growled low in his throat. “You’re gonna regret pushing me when you can’t sit tomorrow.”
“Try me,” Alberto shot back, yanking Fernando’s belt open. “Fuck me like you hate me. Fuck me like you love me. Just fuck me.”
Fernando surged forward, claiming his mouth again harder this time, all teeth and tongue. He shoved Alberto’s tunic up, palms skating over fever-hot skin, thumbs brushing already-peaked nipples.
Alberto arched, moaning into the kiss. “Yes, touch me. Pinch them. Make it hurt so good.”
Fernando obliged, rolling the tight buds between rough fingers until Alberto whimpered.
“Off,” Fernando ordered, dragging Alberto’s tunic over his head. “Everything is off. Want you bare. Want to see that pretty cock leaking for me.”
Alberto scrambled to obey, kicking his trousers away. His dick was already hard, flushed dark, pre-cum beading at the tip.
Fernando groaned at the sight. “Look at you. So fucking needy. Been aching for this, haven’t you?”
“Every damn night,” Alberto panted. “Fingered myself thinking of you. It wasn't enough. Need the real thing. Need you pounding my ass until I’m sobbing.”
Fernando stripped fast, cock springing free thick, heavy, already slick at the head. He shoved Alberto’s thighs wide and settled between them.
“Gonna eat you first,” Fernando rasped. “Gonna get you dripping so I can slide in easily.”
He ducked down, tongue lapping broad stripes over Alberto’s hole. Alberto cried out, hips jerking.
“Fuck yes tongue-fuck me. Get me ready for your fat cock.”
Fernando growled against his skin, pushing his tongue inside, wet and relentless. He added fingers one, then two scissoring, curling, stroking over that sweet spot until Alberto was writhing.
“Fernando please can’t wait need you in me now fuck me raw breed me—”
Fernando pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “On your knees. Ass up. I want to watch myself disappear inside you.”
Alberto flipped instantly, arching his back, presenting. “Like this? Want me to spread it for you? Want to see my hole clenching around your dick?”
Fernando lined up, rubbing the head against Alberto’s slick rim. “Exactly like this. Look at you already greedy for it.”
He pushed in slow inch by thick inch until his hips met Alberto’s ass.
Alberto moaned long and broken. “So big fuck stretching me so good don’t stop fill me up—”
Fernando bottomed out with a rough thrust. “Tight as ever. Missed this perfect little hole gripping me.”
He pulled back almost all the way, then slammed in hard.
Alberto shouted. “Yes-harder—fuck me like you mean it pound my ass make it hurt—”
Fernando set a brutal pace, hips snapping, balls slapping against skin. “You want it rough? You got it. Gonna ruin this tight cunt for anyone else.”
Alberto clawed the sheets. “Only you only your cock fuck right there hit it again make me come on your dick—”
Fernando angled deeper, nailing that spot relentlessly. “Come on, baby milk me squeeze that greedy hole around my cock want to feel you come while I’m balls-deep.”
Alberto’s moans turned to sobs of pleasure. “Gonna come fuck gonna come so hard fill me want your load dripping out—”
Fernando’s rhythm faltered, hips stuttering. “Fuck gonna come take it take every drop—”
He slammed in one last time, burying himself deep, cock pulsing as he spilled inside Alberto.
Alberto came with a scream, untouched, hole clenching rhythmically around Fernando’s length, milking him dry.
They collapsed together, panting, sweat-slick skin pressed close.
Fernando kissed the back of Alberto’s neck. “You okay?”
Alberto hummed, voice wrecked. “Better than okay. Missed this. Missed you.”
Fernando stayed buried inside him, softening slowly. “Missed you too. More than you know.”
Alberto reached back, threading fingers through Fernando’s hair. “Again later?”
Fernando laughed breathlessly. “Greedy. But yeah. Again. And again. Until you can’t walk.”
Alberto smiled against the pillow. “Promise?”
“Promise.”