Chapter 117 Make Up Your Mind Pup
Alberto stepped out of the shower first, water still dripping from his skin as he grabbed a towel from the rack. Fernando followed, his eyes lingering on Alberto's back, the way his muscles shifted under the faint scars from old pack fights. They didn't speak at first, the steam from the bathroom clouding the air between them. Alberto dried off roughly, tossing the towel aside, while Fernando took his time, watching.
"Let's get this over with," Alberto muttered, heading into the bedroom. The space was dim, but he didn't bother with lights. He needed clothes, distance anything to shake off the haze of what had just happened.
Fernando caught up, wrapping his arms around Alberto from behind before he could reach the dresser. His chest pressed flush against Alberto's back, still warm and damp. "Wait," Fernando whispered, his voice low and pleading. "If I did something wrong... forgive me. Please."
Alberto tensed, the hug too tight, too familiar. He said nothing, just shook his head and tried to pull away, reaching for his boxers on the bed. His fingers brushed the fabric, but Fernando's grip didn't loosen.
Fernando spun him around gently but firmly, forcing their eyes to meet. Alberto's breath caught those golden-flecked eyes dark with hunger again. "I haven't had my fill yet," Fernando said, his lips curving into a smirk.
Alberto raised an eyebrow, trying to play it cool even as heat stirred low in his belly. "You want to fuck the living daylights out of my ass? Is that it?"
Fernando's smile widened, genuine and teasing. "I just missed my man. What's so bad about that?" He leaned in, his mouth brushing Alberto's collarbone, sucking slowly, teeth grazing the skin just enough to send a shiver through him.
Alberto moaned despite himself, the sound escaping before he could bite it back. "Fernando..." It was half protest, half surrender. His hands came up to push at Fernando's shoulders, but they ended up gripping instead, pulling him closer. He gave in, willingly, his body betraying any resolve to walk away.
Fernando's hands roamed down Alberto's sides, thumbs hooking into the waistband of the boxers Alberto had barely managed to grab. "See? You missed me too," Fernando murmured against his skin, nipping lightly before soothing with his tongue. "Admit it."
"Shut up," Alberto growled, but there was no heat in it. He tilted his head back, giving Fernando better access, his cock already twitching to life again.
Fernando chuckled, the vibration humming against Alberto's throat. He pushed Alberto back toward the bed, their bodies tangling as they went. "Lie down for me," Fernando said, his voice dropping an octave. "Let me show you how much I missed you."
Alberto hesitated for a second, then complied, sinking onto the mattress. Fernando followed, kneeling between his legs, hands spreading Alberto's thighs apart. "You're so fucking beautiful like this," Fernando whispered, leaning down to kiss along Alberto's chest, tongue flicking over a nipple.
Alberto arched up, a gasp turning into a moan. "Don't tease."
"Who's teasing?" Fernando's hand wrapped around Alberto's hardening cock, stroking slowly from base to tip. "This is me worshipping you." He pumped once, twice, thumb circling the head, smearing the bead of pre-cum that had already formed.
Alberto's hips bucked. "Faster."
Fernando shook his head, grinning. "Not yet. I want to taste you first." He slid down, mouth hovering over Alberto's length. Hot breath ghosted over the sensitive skin before Fernando licked a stripe up the underside, slow and deliberate.
"Fuck—yes," Alberto hissed, fingers threading into Fernando's hair.
Fernando took him in fully then, lips sealing around the shaft, sucking with just the right pressure. His tongue swirled around the head on every upstroke, hollowing his cheeks. Alberto's moans filled the room, ragged and unrestrained. "Just like that... don't stop."
But Fernando did stop, pulling off with a wet pop. "Turn over," he commanded, voice rough.
Alberto flipped onto his stomach, ass up, knees spreading wider. Fernando's hands parted his cheeks, thumbs teasing the rim. "So ready for me," Fernando murmured. He leaned in, tongue pressing flat against Alberto's entrance, licking broad and wet.
Alberto buried his face in the pillow, muffling a groan. "More deeper."
Fernando obliged, pushing his tongue inside, thrusting in and out while one hand reached under to stroke Alberto's cock again. The dual sensation had Alberto rocking back, chasing the pleasure. "Fernando... please..."
"Please what?" Fernando pulled back just enough to speak, fingers replacing his tongue, one sliding in slick and easy from their earlier encounter.
"Fuck me," Alberto demanded, voice breaking. "Now."
Fernando added a second finger, scissoring them, stretching. "Say it nicer."
Alberto glared over his shoulder. "Fuck me, you bastard."
Fernando laughed, withdrawing his fingers. He positioned himself, cock nudging at Alberto's hole. "As you wish." He pushed in slowly at first, inch by inch, letting Alberto feel every bit of the stretch.
Alberto gasped, clutching the sheets. "Yes—fuck, you're so big."
Once fully seated, Fernando paused, hands on Alberto's hips. "You good?"
"Move," Alberto ordered.
Fernando did, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in. The pace built quickly hard, deep thrusts that had the bed creaking. Skin slapped against skin, the sound obscene in the quiet room.
"Harder," Alberto panted. "Give it to me."
Fernando growled, one hand sliding up Alberto's back to grip his shoulder for leverage. Each thrust hit that perfect spot, making stars burst behind Alberto's eyes. "Like this? You love it, don't you?"
"Yes—fuck, yes," Alberto moaned, pushing back to meet him.
Fernando reached around, fisting Alberto's cock, stroking in time with his hips. "Come on, let me hear you."
Their rhythm was frantic now, sweat-slick bodies moving together. Fernando's free hand tangled in Alberto's hair, pulling his head back for a messy kiss over his shoulder. Tongues tangled, breaths mingling.
"You're mine," Fernando whispered against his lips. "Say it."
Alberto shook his head, stubborn even now. "Make me."
Fernando thrust harder, hand tightening on Alberto's cock. "I will."
The pleasure built, coiling tight in Alberto's gut. He was close, so close—
A knock at the door shattered the moment.
"Keeper? Alberto?" Kael's voice came through the wood, hesitant but insistent. "Are you done in there? The pack's gathering downstairs. They want to wind down, share some wine, talk about the hunt tomorrow."
Alberto clamped his mouth shut, eyes widening. But Fernando didn't stop didn't even slow. He kept thrusting, deep and relentless, his cock dragging over that sensitive bundle of nerves with every stroke.
"Answer him," Fernando whispered hotly in Alberto's ear, nipping the lobe.
Alberto tried to form words, but a thrust hit just right, and a moan slipped out instead. "I—ah—"
Kael paused outside. "Alberto? You okay? Sounds like... are you in danger?"
Before Alberto could respond, the door burst open. Kael stood there, eyes going wide as he took in the scene: Alberto on all fours, Fernando buried deep inside him, hips still snapping forward.
Alberto's face burned. He tried to pull away, scrambling for some dignity. "Kael—get out—"
But Fernando yanked him back, thrusting harder, deeper. His hand pumped Alberto's cock roughly, thumb pressing into the slit. "Where do you think you're going?" Fernando growled, then looked up at Kael with a smirk. "You want to join us? Or do you just like watching live porn? Make up your mind, pup, instead of standing there with your mouth open."
Kael's face turned beet red. "I—sorry, Alphas! I thought—" He backed out, slamming the door behind him.
Alberto shook his head, a laugh bubbling up even as the edge of orgasm crashed over him. "You're crazy fuck, Fernando, I'm—"
He came hard, spilling over Fernando's hand, body clenching around him. Fernando followed seconds later, groaning as he emptied inside.
They collapsed together, breathing heavily.
Fernando kissed Alberto's shoulder. "Worth it."
Alberto just sighed, too spent to argue.
But the night wasn't over. Fernando rolled them so Alberto was on his back, staring up at him. "We're not done talking," Fernando said softly, tracing a finger down Alberto's chest.
Alberto raised an eyebrow. "Talking? That's what you call this?"
Fernando leaned in, kissing him slow and deep. "Among other things." His hand wandered lower, teasing Alberto's spent cock back to interest. "Tell me why you've been avoiding me."
Alberto shifted, uncomfortable under the scrutiny. "It's complicated."