Chapter 116 Most beautiful sight
Lucas stared back engulfed by emotion. He raised his hands to Alex’s bare chest, then placed a kiss there, and whispered, “My Alex.”
Alex kissed his forehead and whispered, “My Baby.” His voice dropped to something gentler, and endearing. “May I…?” he asked softly, fingers brushing his back as he lifted the hem of Lucas’s top.
Lucas didn’t speak. He simply lifted his arms. That was enough answer. Alex eased the fabric upward and off, letting it fall carelessly onto the bed.
For a moment, he just looked at him, really looked like he was taking in something rare, something he didn’t want to rush.
Lucas swallowed, waited patiently like he needed to be told what was next.
And in that suspended moment, nothing else existed, no past, no interruptions, just their emotions.
Alex leaned closer, his breath warm against Lucas’s ear. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, the words soft but weighted. His lips brushed the curve of Lucas’s ear, lingering, before he let them drift lower in a slow, teasing path.
Lucas gasped, the sound slipping out before he could stop it, a shiver rippling through him. His fingers instinctively tightened against Alex as the sensation settled deep. It was unfamiliar yet intoxicating.
Alex didn’t rush. He trailed kisses down Lucas’s neck, slow, and deliberate. Each touch felt like it was meant to unravel him piece by piece.
Lucas tilted his head, silently surrendering, giving him more access and more control.
A quiet hum escaped Lucas’s throat as Alex’s lips moved lower, brushing over his nipple. Then he paused, just for a second, to take him in. Lucas’s eyes were closed, his chest rising unevenly, completely lost in the moment.
That look alone nearly undid Alex.
His hands came up, exploring with gentle confidence, fingertips gliding in slow circles around the second nipple. That made Lucas’s breath hitch again. A sharp gasp broke through his lips as his back arched slightly into the touch.
Alex captured his mouth again, but this time the kiss was different. It was slower, teasing, like he was holding back on purpose. His hands never stopped moving, keeping Lucas balanced right on the edge.
The kiss broke, only to return in fleeting brushes as Alex began trailing downward again, his lips ghosting over warm skin, unhurried and intentional. He paused briefly, then moved back up as if changing his mind, drawing out more tension, making every second stretch.
When he returned to Lucas’s chest, he lingered on his nipple, his touch and attention more focused. He kept pulling out soft whimpers from Lucas’s lips.
“Alex…” Lucas kept breathing, the name slipping out like a plea.
His arms wrapped around Alex’s neck, pulling him closer, indirectly asking for more without knowing it.
Alex responded without words.
His hands drifted lower, slow, gripping Lucas’s cocky gently. Enjoying the feeling of the way Lucas responded to every move he made.
Then Lucas’s breathing turned uneven, soft sounds escaping him as his body reacted instinctively, his legs weakening slightly beneath the growing intensity.
“Easy…” Alex murmured, though his own voice was strained now.
Sensing the shift, he guided Lucas gently toward the bed. The movement was unsteady, both of them caught somewhere between control and surrender.
They sank onto the bed, the air thick with tension, their breaths uneven, their bodies still close to ignore what had already started.
Alex removed the towel from his waist and tossed it aside with his focus entirely on Lucas.
For a moment, everything stilled.
Lucas swallowed, his chest rising slowly as their eyes locked, searching each other and full of anticipation.
Neither of them spoke.
Then Alex’s hand moved to the waistband of Lucas’s shorts, but Lucas suddenly tensed, a faint shiver running through him. Something uncertain flickered in his eyes, fragile and exposed.
Alex noticed immediately and paused.
Slowly, he shifted upward, pressing his forehead gently against Lucas’s, grounding him. His voice softened, warm and steady. “Baby… It’s okay. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
He brushed his lips against Lucas’s in a slow, reassuring kiss.
Lucas melted into it, responding instinctively, but there was still a trace of hesitation in him.
Alex pulled back just enough to look at him, his gaze steady, unwavering. “I’m your Alex, okay?”
Lucas swallowed, then nodded.
Alex’s hands resumed their journey, slower this time but more deliberate, more careful. He traced from Lucas’s chest down to his stomach, then to his waist, giving him time, letting him adjust to every touch. Lucas’s breathing grew uneven again, his body reacting despite the nerves still lingering beneath the surface.
Alex paused once more, looking up at him, this time clearly asking.
Lucas hesitated and then nodded again, a little firmer.
Alex gently eased the shorts down from his waist. Then he froze
for a brief second.
Lucas’s breath caught instantly, his heart dropping at the reaction. Unaware that it wasn't in rejection but in awe of what he was witnessing.
Then Alex smiled, a soft, warm, and really sweet smile. “This…” he murmured, his voice filled with quiet awe, “This is the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.”
Lucas’s eyes widened in surprise, searching Alex’s face, disbelief written all over him.
Alex’s touch turned reverent now, not curious in a cold way, but careful, like he was learning something precious. “You’re… incredible,” he whispered, almost to himself. “Do you even know how special you are?”
Lucas swallowed, his shyness creeping back, his body tense under the attention, but this time, it wasn’t fear.
Alex continued, “There are no balls but there is a pussy. The whole is too little though and no clit.” Alex looked harder, searching, “Baby, no clit?” He gazed up at him.
Lucas swallowed and looked away. Shyness held him at the way Alex was touching him, checking him out like some specimen on a lab table.
Then suddenly Alex smiled, “I get it now. You're so amazing. You do get clit in place of a cocky. Being a hermaphrodite is not bad, you know. Oh sweetness,” Alex said as he rubbed his fingers around Lucas’s little pussy. “You're all wet up baby.”
Lucas whimpered at his touch.
Alex looked up at him again, his expression softening even more. “Baby, look at me.”
Lucas turned slowly and did.
“I mean it,” Alex said gently. “Nothing about you scares me. Nothing about you changes how I feel.” His thumb brushed lightly across Lucas’s cocky. “If anything, it just makes me love you more.”
That broke something open inside Lucas. He sat up suddenly and wrapped his arms tightly around Alex's neck, holding onto him like he needed to feel that truth physically.
“I love you too, my Alex,” he whispered, his voice unsteady but sincere.
Alex chuckled softly against him, hugging him back. “We were kind of in the middle of something,” he murmured playfully, his tone lightening. “How about some sugar, hmm?”
But before he could do anything,
Lucas pushed him down onto the bed, straddled him, and crashed his lips against his in a sudden, unexpected kiss.
This time, there was no more hesitation because every hidden worry was gone.