Chapter 84 Bonding desire
Lucas didn’t move.
And that was what unsettled Alex the most.
What he needed wasn’t words. It wasn’t apologies or explanations. It was Lucas’s touch.
He leaned closer, voice dropping to a husky whisper against his ear.
“I’m yours, baby… I want your hands on me. Touch your Alex baby. Touch me.”
His lips brushed slowly along Lucas’s ear, then down the curve of his neck. His soft kisses turned deliberate, lingering for a long time making Lucas tremble. A broken whimper escaped him as Alex’s name slipped from his lips like a confession.
“Yes… baby, that's my name.” Alex whispered. “And I want your hands on me.”
Alex didn’t hesitate to take the lead. He took Lucas’s hands and pressed them against his bare chest, guiding them at first, his own palm covering Lucas’s as if teaching him the rhythm. His skin was warm, heart pounding hard beneath Lucas’s touch.
Their eyes locked.
“Feel me,” Alex murmured. “I’m yours. No holding back. My heart is beating for you. Can't you feel it? Tell me you feel my heart baby.” He captured his lips passionately, gasping and wincing at the same time. “You can do it baby.”
Something shifted in Lucas’s gaze, then hesitation melted into hunger. Slowly, tentatively, his fingers began to move on their own, tracing over Alex’s chest, exploring the firm lines of muscle, growing bolder with every second.
Alex inhaled sharply and captured Lucas’s lips in another deep, claiming kiss as he loosened the rope of his bathrobe with impatient fingers, fabric slipping open slightly exposing his full body.
Still kissing him, Alex held Lucas's hand again and guided it downward. From his chest to his abdomen, slow, deliberate, teasing. His stomach tightened under Lucas’s touch, breath hitching as those wandering fingers reached lower, resting at his waist.
Alex pulled back just enough to look at him.
His eyes burned with desire.
“Touch me, baby, touch my cocky,” he whispered, voice rough, body aching with need, wince escaping him.
Lucas swallowed, trying to fight the desire that was overtaking restraint. He withdrew his hand from Alex’s waist and placed it on his chest. “Alex,” he whispered, their eyes locked.
“Come on baby, please touch me. I want you to do it.” Alex whispered, coaxing him.
Lucas started roaming, sliding with growing confidence as their foreheads pressed together, breaths mingling, the tension between them snapping into something wild and undeniable.
Alex gazed at him, his eyes blazing with desire, “Touch me baby.” He whispered again as he guided his hand to his erection.
Instantly, Lucas’s eyes widened.
He flinched as though he had been burned by something, pulling his hand back as if the contact had shocked him. “Alex…” he breathed, barely audible.
Their eyes locked, not with fear, but with something deeper. It was full of affection, conflict, and longing.
Alex caught his hand again before it could retreat too far.
“Baby,” he whispered softly, pressing their foreheads together again. Their warm breath mingled. “I need you to touch me. Don’t be scared… It’s me. It’s your Alex. I want you to feel me.”
Slowly, patiently, he guided Lucas’s palm back to his chest. He moved it downward inch by inch. Guiding over warm skin, over the unsteady rise and fall of his breath, down to his waist. Just as their hands drifted lower, Lucas winced.
“Alex, I… I ca…”
“You can,” Alex cut in gently, voice low and coaxing. “Just try for me, hmm. Do it for your Alex.”
He covered Lucas’s hand again and moved it with his own, showing him the rhythm, the pleasure. His breath grew heavier, eyes darkening as he pleaded silently.
“Set me free, baby” He placed his hand on his erection again. “Just slow and steady. That’s all it needs to quench the fire.”
He guided the motion once… twice… and then gradually Lucas began to move on his own.
Alex’s lips parted in a soft gasp.
“Yes… " That’s it, my sweet Lucas,” he murmured against Lucas’s mouth before claiming it in a deep, hungry kiss.
The air shifted. The hesitation that had wrapped around Lucas like chains began to loosen.
Alex’s hands grew bolder, roaming over Lucas’s body, fingers slipping to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one. But the instant his touch drifted lower to his erected cocky, Lucas jerked away sharply.
“No. Don’t touch it.”
Alex froze, surprise flashing across his face. “But baby… it feels good. You’ll like it.”
Lucas shook his head, breath unsteady. “I’m not ready. Please. I can touch you if you want… but you can’t touch me. Not yet.”
His hand tightened around Alex as if afraid he’d be rejected.
Instead, Alex exhaled shakily.
“Oh… baby.” His voice softened. “Are you sure? Will you be alright?”
Lucas nodded, then leaned in and kissed him first this time.
And something changed.
The kiss wasn’t hesitant anymore, it wasn’t unsure but very bold. Lucas responded fully and passionately, as if the agreement had freed something locked inside him. His hands roamed with new confidence, exploring Alex’s body without fear, without restraint.
Alex shivered under his touch.
Suddenly, Lucas broke the kiss and grabbed his erection firmly.
Alex gasped, arms flying around his shoulders. “Oh, baby… I like that.”
Lucas’s eyes flickered with curiosity, with boldness he hadn’t shown before.
“May I… kiss it?” he asked quietly.
Alex stilled, breath catching, surprise and desire colliding in his expression.
He cupped Lucas’s face, thumb brushing his cheek.
“Yes, baby,” he whispered, voice thick with need. “You can do anything you want with it. I belong to you so it's all yours to handle your own way.”
And this time, there was no hesitation left between them.
Slowly, Lucas went down on his knees, and Alex watched caressing his hair. Lucas held his cocky with two hands teasing gently. Alex's eyes fluttered closed. Then he leaned in and started kissing his cocky from different angles.
“It's beautiful,” he muttered and gazed up at Alex.
Alex's eyes popped open. He stared in surprise, short of words as his heart thudded louder in excitement.
“I like it,” Lucas whispered and gave the cap a lick. Alex gasped at the warmth of his tongue. Then he pushed it in suckling the cap. Alex moaned, his hand roaming Lucas's hair.
“Go on baby, don't stop. Please, don't stop.” He pleaded in a whisper.
Just as Lucas had once seen in an adult movie, he practiced it. Then gradually he took almost his whole erection in his mouth, his hands handling the part his mouth couldn't contain. He started moving in and out of motion, giving Alex an unexpected fuck.
The kitchen was filled with soft gasps, whispers of Lucas’s name, and the unmistakable sound of two hearts bonding with each other in understanding.
Moan after moan kept escaping Alex's lips. “Uuh that's it, you’re awesome. Go faster, faster baby.”
Lucas continued, kept pleasing him, until suddenly, I'm cuming, uhh…uhh.” Alex confessed. Lucas gagged at his cum coughing and spitting at the same time.
Alex chuckled and squatted, almost breathless as a light smile curled at his lips. His hands cupped his cheek admiringly.