Chapter Seven

Maddox

“Kyle…” I whispered, but it sounded more like a growl.

His lips parted. “I—I can’t breathe.”

“You’re in heat.” I didn’t need to ask. My voice was tight, deeper than usual. I couldn’t help it.

He nodded, cheeks burning. “I don’t know why this is happening. It’s the first time since I came out. What will happen to me now? Is it fate for me to die in embarrassment today?”

But fate clearly didn’t give a damn. Because here he was. Looking like sin incarnate, and smelling like heaven.

I stepped closer, crouched in front of him before I even realized I was moving. I tried not to inhale, but I did. And god, that scent hit every nerve in my body. It was sweet, rich, and raw. Like syrup poured over a fire. My throat went dry.

“You should’ve taken blockers,” I said, barely holding on.

“I had no idea about this,” he breathed, curling forward slightly. “I think I’ll get some today.”

He was trembling. I could see it in his fingers. In his lips.

I stayed crouched in front of him, my gaze locked on those flushed cheeks, his parted lips. He looked like a drug I wasn’t supposed to touch, and still, I was already halfway addicted.

“Let me help you,” I murmured, my voice lower, darker. My hand reached up, brushing the side of his trembling thigh.

Kyle swallowed hard, his breath shaky. “H-Help me… how?”

I tilted my head, a crooked smirk tugging at my lips. “I’ll make you release. It’ll calm the heat… at least enough to think clearly.”

His eyes widened, lips parted like he wanted to protest, but all that came out was, “What if… someone comes in?”

I leaned in, my breath ghosting over his jaw as I murmured, “Do you really have a choice right now?”

His head fell back against the wall, and he gave a small, helpless nod. “Fine…”

He sounded so soft, so needy. His lip caught between his teeth, trembling. But then he let out a sharp moan the moment my hand pressed against the bulge straining beneath his trousers. His hips jerked, as if his body had a mind of its own, craving more contact, more friction. I stared up at him, still crouched, eyes narrowed and sharp.

“On one condition,” I said.

Kyle blinked, disoriented. “What condition?”

“Thanks to your heat,” I growled, squeezing him a little harder, “I’m aroused too. So when I’m done with you… you’ll return the favor.”

His eyes widened. “W-What? But… that’s…”

He hesitated, glancing away. “Isn’t this wrong though? I mean you’re my Dad, right? Dads aren’t supposed to do these things with their sons?”

I stood slowly, towering over him. My expression hardened just enough. “Then I’ll take my leave.”

I turned.

But before I could take a full step, he grabbed my wrist, his desperate fingers trembling as they clung to me.

I looked back, slowly, raising an eyebrow.

He didn’t meet my eyes at first. Then, his voice broke the silence, barely more than a whisper.

“…Please don’t go. This thing might fúcking kill me.”

“So, what do you want me to do, boy?” I asked, my thick brows furrowed.

Kyle gulped heavily, his hand tightened, and finally, he looked up at me with those glossy eyes and his cheeks heavily flushed.

“…Please help me.”

I paused.

And then I reached down, lifting his chin with my fingers.

“Then look me in the eye,” I said, voice husky. “And ask properly. Beg properly to Daddy.”

He hesitated again, breathing faster.

“Please… help me, Daddy.”

That was all it took. At the end of it all, Kyle cried my name over and over again before spilling on my face, his body twitching violently.

“On your knees,” I said roughly, wiping my face clean. “It’s my turn.”

That's how we found ourselves in this situation.

"Take it, boy," I growled, my grip on his hair tightening. "Show me how much you want it." I pistoned in and out, my cockhead hitting the back of his throat with each brutal stroke.

Lost in the haze of lust, I continued to pound into Kyle's willing mouth, my strokes growing more erratic and desperate.

“You are such a sweet boy, aren’t you?” I asked, making him gag intentionally.

He nodded, trying hard not to retch.

“You’re going to make Daddy come inside your mouth, won’t you?” I hissed, feeling the pleasure surge through my veins ready to explode.

“Hmm Hmm,” he nodded.

Kyle’s eyes glazed over, his throat working valiantly to accommodate my frenzied thrusts. I could feel my climax building, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter in my loins.

“Fuck yes, I’m going to come deep inside this nasty mouth. So take it all in. Don’t spill my fucking load.”

As my orgasm approached, my body tensed, every muscle coiling with anticipation. My hips jerked erratically, lost in the primal rhythm of release. Sweat beads were on my forehead, trickling down my temples and neck as I fought to maintain control.

Inside his mouth, my cock throbbed and pulsed, the veins standing out prominently beneath the skin. The tip began to pucker, the slit opening wider to allow the impending flood of hot cum. I could feel the first spasms of ejaculation, the familiar tingling that signaled the end was near.

With a strangled groan, I threw my head back, my vision blurring at the edges. The world narrowed to the point where my cock met Kyle's throat, the slick heat and velvety texture driving me to the brink.

Just as I was about to erupt more, the restroom door swung open. Poor Kyle had no idea because he swallowed reflexively, his throat muscles massaging my sensitive cock as I emptied myself inside him, wincing.

Finally, he turned to face the opened door.