Chapter 305: Why does it have to be pretty?

​Theo closed his eyes, leaning his forehead against Alias’s. The guilt of his lie flickered again—how could he keep secrets from someone who gave himself over so purely?—but the physical need was screaming.

​"I’m fine," Theo lied again, though his voice was strained. "I just wanted to show you first."

​Alias frowned slightly, his silver eyes clearing. He didn’t know the mechanics, but he knew the heat now that he had experienced it. He moved his hand, hesitantly reaching toward the waistband of Theo’s trousers, and Theo flinched.

"Don’t do that," Theo said. "It’s—" dirty.

Unlike Alias’s clean and pristine body, he was something else. He did not want to stain Alias’s hand.

"But you said it’s about being together. Let me... let me see your heat, too. I will help you."

Theo looked at that innocent conviction. Did he even know what he was up against? Unlike Alias’s lean and pale dick, his was... muscular, veiny, dark, and... it might scare him.

Theo’s throat went dry. He looked at Alias—flushed, breathless, and covered in the evidence of his first ejaculation—and then at his own waist.

The contrast was terrifying.

He felt like a brute, a creature of heavy labor and dark desires, standing next to a being made of light.

​"Alias, you don’t..." Theo started, his voice cracking. "It’s different for me. It’s not... It’s not as pretty."

​"Why does it have to be pretty?" Alias asked. He didn’t wait for permission this time.

Moved by a sudden, bold curiosity that the pleasure had sparked, he reached out and deftly undid the coarse drawstring of Theo’s trousers.

​Theo let out a sharp, choked-off gasp, his hands hovering over Alias’s wrists as if to stop him, but he couldn’t find the strength to do it. His body was betraying his hesitation, screaming for the very touch he was afraid to receive.

​As Alias pushed the fabric down, Theo’s cock finally sprang free.

​It was exactly as Theo had feared. It was larger, the skin a deep, weathered bronze, thick with heavy veins that throbbed with every frantic beat of his heart.

It looked powerful, demanding, and utterly masculine—a stark silhouette against the pale moonlight.

​Alias’s eyes widened, his breath hitching in his throat. He didn’t look away, though; he stared with an intensity that made Theo want to curl into himself.

Alias reached out, his cool, slender fingers tentatively brushing against the head of the already leaking cock, before wrapping around the thick, pulsing base.

​"It is so warm," Alias whispered, his voice full of a quiet, wandering awe. He looked up at Theo, whose eyes were squeezed shut, his jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might snap. "And so heavy. Theo... is this your ’more’?"

​Theo couldn’t speak. He just let out a low, guttural groan as Alias’s cool hand provided the most agonizingly perfect contrast to his own burning skin.

Alias blinked, watching Theo’s reaction. He was holding himself back. Was it painful? He looked back at the cock. The way it throbbed... maybe it was painful since it had been like this for a while.

​"I will do it like you did," Alias said, his logic returning, but fueled by a new, focused intent.

​He began to move his hand. He was clumsy at first, his grip a little too loose, and his rhythm off, then a little too tight, as he tried to mimic the way Theo had stroked him.

He watched Theo’s face with clinical devotion, waiting for the signs that he was doing it right. And he didn’t have to wait long.

​Theo’s head fell back, his neck straining as he let out a series of broken, jagged breaths as Alias began to get into the rhythm. Theo’s insides began knotting to the pleasure.

"Alias... gods... Alias, slow down... No, don’t stop."

​Theo was a mess of contradictions. He felt the shame of his ’dirty’ reality, the weight of the lie about his past, and the sheer, overwhelming bliss of being touched by the person he loved.

He just could not help it. The fact that Alias’s hands were on him, clumsy or not, felt way better than when he did it on his own while desiring Alias’s body.

He reached down, his large hand covering Alias’s, guiding the motion, showing him the speed and the pressure his body was begging for.

​"Like this?" Alias asked, his voice soft and breathy, his eyes fixed on where their hands joined.

​"Yes," Theo rasped, his eyes snapping open, burning with a blue fire that looked almost predatory in the dark. "Exactly like that." 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

​The rhythm became frantic. Theo wasn’t like Alias; he didn’t whimper. He growled, his body tensing into a cord of hard muscle as he felt the pressure building, the stone in his gut turning into molten lead.

"Do you like it? Am I doing it right?"

"God, you’re doing amazing... Alias. Keep going... I love it."

This made Alias feel proud. He was making Theo feel good, like he did.

This sparked something inside him, and he did not know when he had begun to grow hard again.

"Alias," Theo’s hips bucked forward into Alias’s hand, a low growl escaping his throat.

He came with a force that shook his entire frame, his semen hot and heavy, spilling over Alias’s fingers and onto the mats they had woven together.

​For a long time, the only sound in the room was the sound of Theo’s ragged, heaving lungs. He collapsed forward, burying his face in the crook of Alias’s neck, his body trembling with the aftershocks.

He felt a deep, piercing shame—he was messy, he was loud, and he had stained the Moon-boy’s pristine hand with his ’heat’.

​But then, he felt Alias’s other hand come up, gently stroking his sweat-damp hair.

​"Theo," Alias whispered, his voice vibrating with a new, deep-seated content. "That was... amazing. You are very loud when you are happy."

​Theo let out a weak, shaky laugh into Alias’s skin, the shame receding just a fraction. He pulled back, looking at Alias’s silver eyes, which were filled with nothing but pure love.

​"I’m not just happy, Alias," Theo whispered, kissing the corner of his mouth. "I’m ecstatic."

Alias blushed, but then Theo saw that Alias was hard again, but Alias had not even realized it.