Page 21 of With the Stars

Peter shivered, the deep husky words caressing his skin. He slid his hands over Minho’s shoulders, feeling them bunch and relax as Minho kissed his way down Peter’s body. He nipped at Peter’s nipples, licking and sucking them before licking his way to Peter’s erect dick.

His tongue swirled around the head, causing Peter to thrust up. Minho moaned and flicked his tongue over the head, then licked it before taking it into his mouth and sucking. Peter groaned, hands fisting the sheet as Minho sucked and licked his dick.

Moving away, he pushed Peter’s legs up and mouthed his balls, then dipped lower. Tensing, Peter waited and when Minho sucked his ass, he cried out, his body bowing. Minho’s tongue circled and flicked before the tip dipped inside. Peter trembledand gasped, his body thrusting, trying to get more of Minho’s tongue. When Minho slid in deep, Peter groaned, riding Minho’s tongue as he fucked him with it.

Peter had no idea how long Minho rimmed him, but at some point Peter realized two fingers were inside his ass, sliding in and out, stretching him wide. The pain was there, but it disappeared quickly when Minho rubbed his gland, making Peter see stars.

Three fingers had Peter gasping, then moaning when Minho rubbed and tapped his gland. When Minho pulled free, Peter watched him cover his dick in lube, then move back between his legs. “Peter.” His name a soft breath of air as Minho pushed inside. Peter tensed, gasped and tried to relax, the pain radiating through his ass. Minho held still, his soft pants brushing over Peter’s neck.

“I’m good.”

Minho pushed all the way in then pulled out, then back in again. Peter pulled Minho’s face toward him, kissing and licking his lips. Sucking on his tongue, then biting it. He felt Minho’s body shudder, heard the gasp, then growl as Minho took Peter’s lips in a savage, dominating kiss.

Peter let Minho take control, his fingers sliding into Minho’s hair, tugging him closer than they already were. Minho moved over him and in him, and Peter’s body was alive with pleasure. He arched up with every thrust, tongue tangling with Minho’s, hands tugging on his hair. Minho pushed a hand between them and stroked his dick, and Peter moaned long and loud. His balls were full, tight, and he wanted to come.

Minho’s body moved faster, his thrusts deeper, harder, and Peter let him have complete control. Minho’s fangs grazed his skin, and he turned his head, crying out when those fangs pierced his skin. His body exploded, ripples of pleasure radiatingthrough him, the world disappearing, leaving him floating in a sea of ecstasy.

When he opened his eyes, he ran his hands over the damp skin covering Minho’s back, felt his tongue licking his neck, and sighed at the soft kisses Minho gave him. Minho lifted up and pulled out, then walked naked to the bathroom. Peter heard him move around, then he reappeared with a washcloth and cleaned Peter. When he came back to the bed, he pulled the covers over them and lay his head on Peter’s chest, his fingers tunneling through Peter’s chest hair.

“Have I told you how much I like these?” Minho gently tugged the hair.

“Not today.” Peter chuckled softly, his hand sliding over Minho’s head and curling around his shoulder, holding him close.

“I really do like them.”

“That’s good to know, because I have no intention of waxing them.”

“I wouldn’t be happy if you did.” Minho kissed Peter’s chest then sighed softly. “Love you.”

Peter squeezed Minho’s shoulder but didn’t return the words. His emotions weren’t as easy to define as Minho’s probably were. He’d loved one person for most of his life and he’d only just met Minho. He cared about him and wanted him in his life and he knew those feelings would develop in time. He hoped it didn’t hurt Minho that he didn’t say them back.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve loved you for years. You’ve only just met me. It’ll come in time. Having you in my life is enough.”

“I do care about you.”

“I know. I can feel it.” Minho yawned and snuggled closer. Peter held him, hearing the change in his breathing as Minho slept. He might not share the depth of Minho’s emotions yet, but he knew he would.

Chapter Nine

Minho woke and rolled onto his back. He realized Peter wasn’t there and ran his hand over his side of the bed, noticing the sheets were cold. The sunlight shone under the curtains, so he knew it was still light outside. Glancing at Peter’s alarm clock, he saw it was two in the afternoon, so was surprised when he heard Peter’s voice downstairs. Unless today was his day off. Minho knew Peter had one day a week to himself.

Throwing back the covers, Minho stood and stretched and used the bathroom before getting dressed and carefully opening the bedroom door. The hallway was cast in darkness so he knew the curtains and blinds were still drawn. Going downstairs, he slowly opened the door to the kitchen/dining area, and all conversation stopped. Stepping inside, he saw Peter and his son, Sammy, standing together.

“Hi.”

“Sammy. This is Minho.”

Sammy looked him up and down, then ran a hand over his face. “A man?”

Have you told him?

I was working myself up to it, but it appears Rex has beaten me to it. I’m not sure he’s accepted we’re together.

Will this be an issue for him? Minho came into the room and closed the door behind him.Do you want me to leave?

No. We’re together and he has to get used to it. It’s been me and his mom all his life. He just needs some time.

Minho smiled and approached, holding his hand out to Sammy. Sammy stared at it then shook it. “I’m Minho. It’s nice to meet you.”

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