Chapter 129: Chapter 27 of the spin-off

Axel Cornell.

Bastião grips the back of my neck with his good hand and pulls me into a kiss that I return immediately, desperate. I grab his neck, pressing our mouths together with brute force, sucking his tongue while our breaths mix with the sound of falling water.

I feel his hand leave my neck and slide down, gripping my dick firmly and beginning a tight, rhythmic stroke.

"B-Bastião... ahh..." The sound comes out like a wail of pure pleasure.

I quickly slide one of my hands down to his length, holding him tightly, feeling his warm, throbbing skin. I start stroking him at the same pace, our hands moving up and down frantically, lubricated by water and soap.

I kiss him savagely again, rubbing my shaft against his hand while he speeds up, squeezing the base and stroking all the way to the head.

I quicken the movement on his dick, hearing him moan against my mouth, a guttural sound that turns me on to the absolute limit. I repeatedly run my thumb over the head of his length, feeling the pre-cum, and increase the pressure of the stroke, moaning loudly while he bites my lower lip hard.

The pleasure is searing, electric. He speeds his hand up on my dick in a way that makes me see stars, and I match his aggression, focused solely on taking him to the top with me.

The tension explodes. I feel the spasm run through my body as I come hard in his hand, dirtying his fingers while he squeezes one last time.

At that exact moment, I move my tongue vigorously against the roof of his mouth, and Bastião contorts completely, letting out a low growl before shooting hard into my hand.

I break the kiss slowly, feeling my swollen lips and my heart hammering against my ribs.

I rest my face in the crook of his neck, smelling his wet skin and feeling the heat of his body, while we try, in vain, to catch our breath under the shower stream.

I finish washing Bastião's body with careful slowness, feeling every muscle beneath my hands, before running the water over myself one last time.

I turn off the shower, and the silence of the bathroom is filled only by the rhythmic sound of our breath returning to normal. I grab the towel and start drying him off first, being careful not to bump his injured shoulder, sliding the fabric over his warm, damp skin. After drying myself, we head to the marble sink.

"There's another unopened toothbrush inside the drawer," he murmurs, his voice still vibrating with that husky tone that leaves me weak.

I grab his toothbrush, put toothpaste on it, and place it in his good hand. I open the drawer, find the new toothbrush for myself, and we start brushing our teeth in a domestic silence that feels surreal after so many years of tension and distance.

When we finish, we return to the bedroom. Bastião holds my hand firmly and sits on the edge of the king-size bed.

"Can you grab the first-aid kit to change the dressing?"

"Wouldn't it be better to call a professional for this? "I ask," worried about hurting him or causing an infection.

He offers a faint smile, that look of someone who trusts me completely.

"No need, sweetheart. You're just going to put on clean gauze; you won't touch anything deep."

I nod and step away, returning to the bathroom. I feel the weight of his gaze burning into my ass as I walk, which brings a smug smile to my lips.

I grab the kit and return, kneeling between his legs. With surgical care, I remove the bandage and the gauze soaked from the shower. The wound already looks much better, the healing progressing at an impressive rate. I place fresh gauze, calmly wrap his shoulder, and finish by securing everything with tape.

"All done."

The moment I finish, he wraps his good arm around my waist and pulls me closer, resting his forehead against my stomach. I feel the warmth of his skin against mine and his fingers squeezing my hip lightly.

"I hope this isn't a dream," he confesses, his voice muffled against my body. "Because if it is, I never want to wake up."

I kiss his damp hair, feeling an overflowing tenderness.

"It's not a dream, Bastião. It's real. We're right here."

He holds me a little tighter, letting out a sigh of relief.

"I'm so fucking happy you're finally mine, Axel. Fuck, you have no idea."

I hold his face with both hands, forcing him to look into my eyes.

I want him to see all the truth I kept hidden for so long.

"I'm fucking happy you're mine too, Bastião. Only mine."

I seal our lips in a tender, quiet kiss. I pull back just enough to guide him to the center of the bed.

"Now, let's rest. You need sleep to finish healing that shoulder."

He gives a satisfied smile and lies down, completely naked, taking up the space with his massive presence. I lie down beside him, also naked, settling on the side where his shoulder is healthy.

I wrap my arm over his chest, holding him gently, and bury my face in his neck, leaving a soft kiss there.

I close my eyes, smelling the scent of soap and clean skin, feeling like I'm in heaven to finally be in my man's arms, protected by the walls of his home and by the love we no longer need to hide.