His mind skittered to the fourth album.
Was it Nathan?
He reached for the blue leather album with the man’s name on top and pulled it into his lap.
“What are you doing?”
Adrien jumped, his hand flying to his chest, and the baby thumping hard as the push of adrenaline woke him up.
“I didn’t mean to scare you,” Heath said, loosening his tie and walking toward Adrien with a sweet smile on his face. “Are you feeling okay?”
“Yes, yeah,” Adrien said, putting the photo albums aside for now. “Just looking at pictures of you as a baby.” He motioned toward the blue leather volumes.
Heath stopped mid-step and glanced down at them, too, and then continued walking. “Oh, yeah? Where’d you get those?”
Something in his voice was cautious.
“Simon had Jonas bring them down.”
“Jonas?” Heath asked, nostrils flaring, as he raked his gaze over Adrien’s naked body. “He’s an alpha. No other alpha should see—”
“I was in the gazebo. My nakedness is still for your eyes only,” Adrien said, chuckling. “And Simon’s.”
“Simon doesn’t count.”
Adrien sat back on the sofa, pulling the first book over again. “You should be ashamed of saying that about the man who cleaned all this mud off you,” he said, opening it to a page with a photo of a half-naked Heath being scrubbed off in a garden fountain by a very annoyed-looking Simon, while, yet again, his omega parent looked on laughing. Another stab of envy went through Adrien. He wondered what his own omega parent looked like when he laughed. Another thing he’d never know. Another mystery he’d have to surrender to.
“Poor Simon,” Heath agreed, taking the book from Adrien’s hand and shoving the rest aside. Heath took Adrien’s glasses off and set them aside.
Then turned back to gaze down at him as he continued to work to get off his clothes. He smirked at Adrien. “If only you knew all the hell I’ve given him over the years.”
“I can guess.” Adrien’s nipples and cock tingled under Heath’s watch, and both raised up hard and tight.
“Mmm.” Heath was naked now, showing off his hairy chest and muscled stomach, his taut thighs, looking especially delicious tonight. Adrien ran his hands up and down his flanks, enjoying the way Heath’s cock rose in front of his face, just begging to be licked. “Suck me,” Heath said, taking hold of Adrien’s hair. “Make me wet for you.”
Adrien’s ass leaked slick, and his nipples grew even more taut. He opened his mouth for Heath and moaned as his thickness invaded deep. He whimpered as pre-cum striped his tongue, and he worked Heath into the back of his throat, sticking out his tongue to paint his balls.
“I want to fuck you,” Heath grunted, slowly fucking his throat instead.
“Make you come on my dick. Watch you writhe.” He gripped Adrien’s hair hard. “Moan for me, slut.”
Adrien obeyed, and Heath hissed out, “Fuck,” as his balls drew up. He pulled free of Adrien’s mouth, bent low to kiss him, and then tugged Adrien up to standing. He ran his hands all over Adrien’s body, lavishing attention on his stomach, feeling the baby’s movements under the skin.
“You woke him up,” Adrien rasped, his cock aching. “He was asleep until you scared me.”
“Then we’ll rock him back to sleep,” Heath said, his voice sending a shiver down Adrien’s back and making his asshole twitch and leak. “Get on my dick.”
Adrien hurried to turn around, putting his hands on the back of the sofa and his knees on the seat. He liked it this way best now that his stomach had grown so big. The angle of Heath’s cock stroked against his prostate just right and he was able to come without jerking off if Heath went at it hard and relentlessly. And the way Heath was talking to him, Adrien didn’t think he’d have to worry about that tonight.
“Stick it out,” Heath muttered, stroking a hand down Adrien’s back to grip his ass and shake it a little. “Look at that sweet hole. Such a hot cocksleeve.”
Adrien shuddered again. The dirty things Heath called him always lit him up inside and had since the time in the heat cabin. He had a secret hope, a fruitless wish, that Heath had saved those filthy terms just for him, that he was the first to hear them. He knew it wasn’t true, and yet he wanted it so badly.
“Have you been a good boy today?” Heath asked, sliding his fingers in and out of Adrien’s slick hole. “Do you deserve your alpha’s cock?”
“Yes,” Adrien whimpered, pushing back. “I need it.”
“Mm, but do you deserve it?”
“Yes!”
“Who pried into my past without asking?”
Adrien stiffened slightly. The baby went still, too. “I did.”
“Did you find what you were looking for?” Heath asked. He sounded colder than he had since they’d first met.
“Yes,” Adrien said uncertainly.
“And what was that?”
“Pictures of you growing up. In high school. College.”
“What else?”
“Traveling.” Adrien licked his lips, wanting to ask about the missing pictures, but instead he said, “I want to go to the beach one day. I’ve never been.”
Heath finger fucked Adrien lazily, his silence stretching out, until Adrien
put his head down on his hands, gripping the back of the sofa, and relaxed into the electric bliss of his prostate being rubbed.
“I’ll take you to the beach,” Heath finally said. “And the mountains. I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.” He slapped Adrien’s ass. “Now climb on.”
Adrien whimpered and pushed back, searching for the blunt tip of Heath’s cock and groaning when he finally encountered it. Heath shoved it directly in, long, fat, and so damn hard.
“Yes,” Adrien said, rolling his hips on Heath’s dick, doing the work to get that cockhead to fly over his prostate.
“Fuck,” Heath said from behind him. “Hungry hole tonight.”
“So hungry,” Adrien grunted, as he worked his ass up and down, rolled it and rocked it, and tried to drive Heath out of his mind as he sought his own orgasm.
The weight of his growing stomach rocked back and forth, and Heath gripped Adrien’s hips, bent low over him, and kissed his shoulder blades.
Adrien smiled into his hands, his body thrilled to be fucked, his heart pleased with the affection. When Heath pulled him up to standing, his ass aching on Heath’s big cock, he wrenched around and stood on his toes to take his kiss.
Tongues and lips moved together, his ass throbbing around Heath’s penetration, and Adrien was in heaven. “I love you,” he whispered, working his ass again and turning back to grip the couch.
Heath’s hips stuttered, but then he fucked Adrien even more vigorously.
He reached around and tweaked Adrien’s nipples, working them fiercely, until they burned and ached, making him keen. Heath hissed suddenly, and Adrien felt something hot and wet leak from his nipples. He gasped, stopped twisting his hips on Heath’s cock, and looked down to where Heath was still pinching and working him.
Milk seeped from his nipples, hot and sweet-scented.