Page 106 of Echo and the Homicidal Sea Panda

When Echo tensed, his body taut, Mael drew Echo deep down his throat. Echo screamed, head thrown back in ecstasy. Cum shot down Mael’s throat. What he couldn’t swallow dribbled down the side of his chin. He continued to suck until Echo came down off his high, and then he released the shaft and lapped up the seed he’d missed.

He stood and laid his body over Echo’s. After sharing a few kisses, he smiled and said, “Wrap those arms and legs around me again, baby.”

Echo languidly lifted his arms, looking ready for sleep. Mael wouldn’t keep him awake much longer. He was too on edge. After climbing into bed and crawling deeper, he deposited Echo in the middle of the bed. Mael rose on his knees and moved his cocks into position. He sank them both an inch or two, wetting the heads on Echo’s slick.

“Deeper,” Echo mumbled.“Please.”

Mael continued the slow, shallow strokes, ignoring Echo’s pleading until he could ignore it no longer. He slid halfway into both channels. Echo made no comment of pain, so he slid out and back in, just to check that he wasn’t hurting him or their babes. “No pain?”

“No,” Echo murmured. “More…”

He pressed closer, sinking in a bit deeper. Every stroke, he went a bit deeper, watching for any hints of pain. When he sank as deep as he could go, he moaned with delight. Bucking his hips, Mael could already sense the coming orgasm. He spread both palms over Echo’s belly, and that was all it took. He did his best to hold it back, but a few thrusts later, he was tossed over the edge, his cocks erupting and spilling his seed inside both holes.

“Oh gods,” Echo murmured as Mael rolled them both to their sides, his cocks still embedded inside his mate.

Echo curled into him, soft and warm—and full with his children. Mael couldn’t stop touching the beautiful swell of Echo’s belly, amazed to return home to such an amazing gift. He couldn’t wait to see how big Echo got—but for how long?

Exhaustion took its toll on them both. Mael awoke hours later with Echo’s head on his chest, the sun at its zenith. He carefully shook Echo awake. “You never ate breakfast. Can I make you something?”

Echo sighed contentedly. “A couple of slices of toast with a bit of jam sounds great.” He sat up. “But you’ve just got back from a three-month trip, swimming your asses off. I should be the one to make you something to eat.”

“That’s right. Barefoot, pregnant, and in the kitchen.”

Echo narrowed his eyes.“Oh really?”

Mael rolled out of bed, ducking around, his fists up, playfully covering his face from blows.

Echo chuckled.

“Are you sure you don’t want more than toast?” Mael asked, lowering his arms to his sides.

“That’s all. Mornings haven’t been great for me.”

“It’s nearly noon.”

Echo rolled to glance at the clock. “Oh, shit.”

“Stay in bed. It’s one of those kinds of days.” Mael lifted his jeans from the floor and sighed at the big wet spot on the front.

“There’s a pair of sweats you left weeks ago. I washed them, and they’re on the back of the chair.”

“Perfect,” Mael said, rushing over and tugging them on.

After a kiss for his dolphin, he ran down and fixed himself a sandwich and toast for Echo. He placed that, two bottles of water, and a ginger ale he saw in the fridge for Echo onto a tray he found in the kitchen and headed for the stairs.

A foot from the bottom step, the door whipped open, and Echo’s parents walked in.

Fuck.

Mael froze. “Hi.” He glanced down at the tray. “Just getting Echo something to eat. I hope you had a nice breakfast.”

He smiled as they remained silent and wide-eyed.

Too happy to get away from the awkwardness, he mounted the first step. “I should get this up to him.” He spun and marched up.

“Are you the one who fixed the stairs?” Echo’s father asked.

Mael paused and half turned to face the man. “Yes, sir. My brothers and I did.”

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