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A Stepfather Slowly Breeds His Returning Stepson
- Prologue – The Seed That Stayed
The sheets clung to Kai’s back where sweat had pooled along his spine, the cotton gone soft and damp from the slow hours they had already spent here. Damian’s cock was buried to the root inside him, thick and unyielding, and every deliberate roll of the older man’s hips stirred the mess already pooled deep in Kai’s guts. Warmth shifted with the movement—thick, viscous, the combined loads from earlier that morning and the night before—pushing against his inner walls before leaking out around the base in slow, sticky rivulets that tracked down the cleft of his ass and soaked into the linen beneath them.
Damian’s palm rested heavy and wide over Kai’s lower belly, fingers splayed as if he could feel the exact shape of what he had left inside. He pressed down, gentle but firm, and the pressure bloomed hotter, fuller, making Kai’s breath catch on a low sound that was half moan, half plea. “There,” Damian murmured against the damp skin of Kai’s throat, the word rough with restraint and want. “All of it staying where it belongs. Taking root.”
Kai’s legs were hooked high around Damian’s waist, thighs trembling with the effort of holding him close. He reached down without thinking, covering Damian’s hand with his own and guiding it lower until the heel of the palm rested just above the base of his cock. The touch made everything inside him clench, a fresh trickle of warmth escaping around Damian’s shaft. Kai lifted his hips to meet the next slow thrust, taking him deeper on his own, greedy for the way it forced more of that heat to shift and spread. “Again,” he said, voice hoarse but steady. “I want to feel you come while I’m already carrying it.”
Damian’s mouth found the curve where neck met shoulder, teeth scraping lightly before his tongue soothed the mark. He moved with unhurried purpose, long strokes that dragged the full length of his cock through the slick mess inside Kai, the wet sounds of it filling the quiet room—skin meeting skin, the soft, obscene squelch every time he bottomed out and pushed the previous loads deeper. Kai’s own cock lay trapped between them, hard and leaking steadily against Damian’s stomach, the friction of their bodies enough to keep him hovering at the edge without needing more.…