THE PROFESSOR'S DIRTY CLAIM
“Damian… I need… fuck, I need you. Now.”
Damian’s eyes darkened with lust and concern. The mutation was hitting him too his own cock straining, veins glowing faintly blue under his skin.
He pulled Alex into his arms, kissing him desperately. Tongues tangled. Hands roamed. The child between them hummed louder, feeding on the energy.
Damian stripped them both with frantic hands. He bent Alex over the console, spreading his legs. No prep needed the mutation had made Alex dripping, open, desperate. Damian thrust in deep, hard, claiming.