Chapter 133 End of me
This time, it wasn’t light. The kiss started slowly, almost teasing, with soft brushes of lips, unhurried, as if he was savoring every second. But the longer it lingered, the deeper it grew.
Lucas melted into it almost instantly. A quiet sound slipped from him as his hands moved from Alex’s chest to his shoulders, gripping lightly as the kiss intensified.
Alex tilted his head, pressing closer, drawing Lucas in until there was barely any space left between them. Their breaths mingled. The kiss turned warmer, fuller, and more exploring.
Alex’s thumb traced slowly along Lucas’s jaw as he deepened the kiss, unspoken emotions pouring through every movement. Need, affection, something almost consuming but still controlled, still tender.
Lucas responded just as eagerly, his fingers tightening slightly as he leaned into Alex, matching him, meeting every slow, lingering motion with one of his own.
Time seemed to blur. The quietness of the house seemed to increase the tempo. All that existed was the heat building between them, the closeness, the quiet intensity of two hearts speaking without words but gasps.
When Alex finally pulled back, it wasn’t far, but just enough for their foreheads to rest together again, their breaths uneven, but shared.
His voice came out softer this time, almost in a whisper.
“You feel that?” He took Lucas’s hand and rested it on his chest.
Lucas let out a quiet, breathless laugh, his eyes half-lidded as he looked at him. “Yeah,” he murmured.
“You make it race wildly,” Alex confessed.
Lucas took his hand and rested it on his own chest and said, “And what of this crazy one here? You can feel it right?”
Alex smiled, “Yeah baby, it's racing for me.”
For a few seconds, either of them moved. Their eyes just locked, their hearts speaking in silence.
Then their lips found each other—this—this time with no hesitation.
The kiss deepened almost instantly, growing richer and more demanding.
Lucas leaned into Alex, his hands sliding from his chest up to his neck, caressing. Then back to his chest feeling the steady rise and fall beneath his palms.
Alex exhaled softly against his lips, his fingers slipping into Lucas’s hair, holding him there as if he never wanted to let go.
The air between them grew tense.
Lucas pulled back just enough to look at him, his breath slightly uneven, eyes shining with something playful and deeper. Then, without breaking eye contact, his fingers moved to Alex’s shirt. He undid one button, then another, his hand caressing, his lips pressing light kisses.
Alex didn’t stop him. He just watched, smiling softly, his hand still running through, playing with Lucas’s hair, thumb brushing gently along his temple in slow, affectionate strokes.
“You’re bold today,” Alex murmured.
Lucas smirked faintly, leaning in to steal another kiss. “I guess it's all your fault. You bring it out of me.”
That earned him a low chuckle. “I like it, baby. You…”
The words were cut short when Lucas’s lips pressed back against his. The shirt fell open slightly under Lucas’s hands, and the kiss deepened again, slower now, savoring the moment.
Alex’s hands moved from his hair, trailing down, over Lucas’s shoulders, along his arms, before settling at his waist, pulling him closer.
There was no rush. Just heat, building up steadily.
Then Alex shifted, his fingers brushing lightly against the front of Lucas’s shirt. “My turn,” he whispered. Lucas didn’t protest. He barely even breathed.
Alex’s hands moved slowly, unbuttoning his shirt one by one, pressing lingering kisses as his chest heaved. Then his gaze locked on Lucas’s face for seconds, as if reading every reaction, every small change in his expression.
Between each movement, he leaned in, pressing soft, lingering kisses at his lips, down to his cheek, to his chest teasing his nipples one after the other.
Lucas let out a gasp at one point, breathless, his head tilting slightly.
“You’re not making this easy,” he murmured.
“I’m not trying to,” Alex replied softly.
The kisses became more consuming. Hands roaming uncarefully, unhurried, learning and memorizing. Each touch deliberate, each reaction felt.
Without breaking the rhythm between them, Alex gently guided Lucas backward. Step by step.
Until the back of Lucas’s legs met the couch.
Before Alex could ease him down, Lucas overtook and pushed him down instead. Straddled him and ran his hands through his hair.
“My Alex,” he whispered.
“My baby, I love you so much,” Alex whispered back.
Their lips jammed again in soft, lingering kisses.
Alex sank into the cushions, pulling Lucas with him, their closeness deepening.
For a moment, they paused just looking at each other, breaths mingling, eyes heavy with emotion and something unspoken.
Lucas hovered just above Alex showering every inch of his body with kisses. He trailed down until he reached his waist. He undid his belt, then the zipper, but stood up to pull off his shoes before his pants.
Alex lay quiet in anticipation, surrendering to his every move.
Lucas came up and their lips met once more. He kissed him slowly, deeply, like he had all the time in the world. His hand slid along Alex’s side, caressing while the other came up to cradle his face, thumb brushing gently over his cheek.
Alex responded instantly, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, a quiet sigh escaping him as he melted further into the couch.
“Lucas,” he murmured against his lips, his voice low, and almost in a whisper.
Lucas answered by kissing him again, letting it last longer and more deliberately, drawing a gasp from him.
Their bodies shifted closer naturally, fitting together like they belonged that way. Lucas’s hands moved again, tracing over Alex’s chest, feeling the warmth beneath his skin, the steady heartbeat that matched his own racing pulse.
He moved down to his waist and gripped his cocky, a moan escaped Alex’s lips. His eyes fluttered closed. Lucas pulled off his underwear, leaving Alex completely nude.
Then stood up and gazed at him. “Damn, are you some Greek god or angel?”
Alex’s eyes flew open and stared at Lucas. “Come on, baby, I'm your Alex.”
“You’re breathtaking,” Lucas said as he kissed him. Then went down and grabbed his cocky again.
Alex’s breath hitched slightly. He tilted his head back, eyes half-lidded. He lifted his head and looked at Lucas as if studying him like he was something precious.
“You’re really going to be the end of me,” he whispered.
Lucas let out a soft, breathless laugh. “You don’t sound like you mind.”
“I don’t,” Alex replied immediately.
Lucas suckled on his cap before taking more of it into his mouth. Teasing and stroking, pleasuring Alex to quench his desires. His own arousal throbbing under his pants.
Alex, on the other hand, tangled his fingers in Lucas’s hair, enjoying every bit of his moves. Gasping and whispering “Lucas” like a ritual chant.
Lucas kept stroking and suckling on his cocky. Alex’s moan kept coming and increasing until his cum spilled into Lucas’s mouth. Lucas gagged but Alex sat up as if he knew it would happen.
With a smile, he pulled him to him and started kissing him.