Broken Bond: Between Vices and Virtues (BL)
Chapter 168: Something hot on a rainy day [M]

Chapter 168: Something hot on a rainy day [M]

The next morning, another downpour occurred, much to Knox’s dismay. But his determination to meet his family on that day didn’t falter.

They were awakened by the constant lightning flashing on their window. Azrael muttered a curse after finding out the curtains were tied on the corner, which was the reason for their sleep disturbance.

He quickly rose from the bed, afraid that the lightning flashes would awaken his son.

He expressed his desire to go back to bed and cuddle with Knoa and Knox, but the latter was already in the bathroom, and the sound of the running water was then heard. Ultimately, he just fixed the cover on the little guy and followed Knox.

"It’s just five in the morning..." he grumbled as soon as he walked inside. What had he become? He usually wakes up earlier than that, and he never complained.

Knox was wiping his face when Azrael entered, and he laughed at the pouty face of his lover. He turned on the faucet, cupped a handful of water in his hand, and splashed it on Azrael’s sleepy face. He then answered whimsically, "Go back to sleep then. Why are you following me?"

Azrael puckered his lips and rolled his eyes up, acting like he had enough. He then replied, "After doing this?" He picked his grey shirt with dark blotch due to the water and unhesitatingly took it off. He threw it on the laundry basket and approached Knox, walking like a model showcasing a pajama on the runway.

The omega raised his eyebrows, but his eyes were already focused on the walking feast before him, particularly on the pack of buns flexing at the alpha’s every movement and breath. Knox gulped, unwilling to cover or avert his eyes.

From Azrael’s stomach, Knox unconsciously traced the protruding veins that peeked on his pajama’s garter with his eyes and stopped at the part where the sun didn’t shine. A noticeable bulge was there, racking whatever in his tummy to go wild.

"What are you looking at?" Azrael’s naughty voice entered Knox’s ears. He smirked, knowing that the omega noticed his morning boner. He seductively held his waistband and flicked it once, then he added playfully, "Should I take it off too?"

Knox nodded unconsciously, but when the bathroom brightened from the sudden lightning again, his focused attention on watching an unfolding naked show was broken when his eyes caught his reflection in the mirror, showing him how perverted he looked and how Azrael was enjoying his reaction.

Realization suddenly hit Knox. He quickly averted his eyes and exclaimed, "Don’t dare! I should go and prepare breakfast. We need to meet my father later."

"I remember, my dear," Azrael whispered, moving closer to Knox who started stepping backward. He grinned when the latter bumped on the edge of the lavatory, and was cornered between his arms. "But I feel like I will do good at the meeting if you give me a reward now."

"Rewards should be given after," Knox answered with bated breath. How is it that he still couldn’t get used to that feeling Azrael always makes him feel? Everything between them was already seen and touched, yet just the mere display of the guy’s body was melting his knees and making him hot and needy.

Azrael leaned in, leveling his face on Knox, and flashing a hopeful smile, he countered, "Then, how about giving me a taste of that reward?"

Before Knox could utter a word, Azrael already closed their distance. He was kissed like tomorrow will never come. The sound of their lips sharing that deep and long kiss, their tongues performing a sword fight, was a shameful noise enveloping the whole bathroom.

Knox was reluctant at first, but as soon as his body was touched by Azrael’s scorching hands, his desire ignited along with the tightening of his pants around his middle region. A moan escaped his mouth when Azrael pinched his nipples and rubbed his knees on his between.

"Azrael...the door...," Knox muttered between heated gasps.

Azrael responded without leaving his crowns, "I locked it." His voice was a bit muffled.

Knox’s face turned exceedingly red. He slapped the alpha’s shoulder and shouted embarrassedly, "Don’t speak while you’re biting on it!"

Azrael smirked, "Why not? Look at your face. Now, I suddenly want to tell you a whole story while doing this," he licked and sucked, making Knox moan louder. Azrael’s other hand slipped in his back, while the other remained on one of his nipples.

Knox was greatly embarrassed. He lost his strength on his knees and completely supported on the sink, while Azrael continued pestering his upper body.

Azrael continued, lips still on his pinkish and already swollen point, "I think my mornings would be great if I have to suck on these lovable candies before I go to work—

"Stop it! It’s already swollen!"

"I want milk," Azrael teased, allowing himself to be pushed away by Knox’s weakened arms.

Knox turned even more red. "There’s nothing left!"

"Yes, there is," Azrael teased again, grabbing the omega’s hard member. "On another place."

The omega’s eyes widened, and his lavender-scented pheromones flared in the room, leaving a sweet floral smell on everything it touched. Azrael smiled successfully, "Your pheromones just told me how generous you are, dear, so willing to give me what I wish."

With his whole face and neck turned bright red, Knox had enough of his alpha’s teasing and grabbed his pajama’s garter along with his underwear’s waistband, and pulled it away hard, revealing the proud and huge sword kept inside.

He then exclaimed impatiently, "Just put it in already!"

Azrael was astounded. He couldn’t believe his ears that Knox just shouted those impatient words! He blinked, doubtful that what he was seeing before him was really the Knox who always looked embarrassed in bed, but those green eyes heated with desire weren’t lying.

A proud smirk broke into Azrael’s lips. He kissed Knox’s furrowed brows and whispered, "My dear is impatient. Are you that hungry? Should I fill you up to the brim, then? I don’t even have a protection with me? Is that okay? Or should I go back to the room and get one?"

He asked, even though he was itching to oblige Knox’s wish already. His hands teased the soft entrance on Knox’s back, amazed at how much it was leaking already. He suddenly wondered if that was normal for a recessive omega like him.

Knox bit his lower lip. His hips moved on his own, pushing it on Azrael’s dick. He turned around and bent his body, then shamelessly stretched out his cheeks with his hands, and with a voice laced with impatience, excitement, and lust, he said, "I want it now."

Azrael snapped. He took Knox right there and then, burying himself deep inside him, and pounded him right in front of the mirror, their reflection was the proof of their bond burning fiercely amidst that rainy morning.