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“Sweetheart, I’m home!”
For a brief second Cris was confused about the lack of reply — until he remembered the kids must be at his mother’s by now. It was him and Leo’s 10th anniversary (at least, that was what they’d agreed. When their relationship had actually started was debatable.) And as much as he loved his pack, the long, relaxing weekend ahead couldn’t start fast enough.
A few moments later Leo came down the stairs in a baggy T-shirt and tracksuit bottoms. "How was training?”
“Tiring. I’m getting old!” Cris said dramatically.
In a few short strides, Leo bridged the gap between them and threw him into his arms. “You’re not old!” he replied with a tinkling laugh. Leo’s hug was firm, comforting. His head fit perfectly into the crook of Cris’ neck. They slotted together like puzzle pieces, bodies moulded to each other through years of companionship. On a normal day there'd be four other pieces to the jigsaw — five, if you counted their seemingly immortal dog that had joined the fray, headbutting their calves repeatedly to demand entrance. Leo laughed, breaking the embrace to coo at him.
“You’ve already had your walk! Don’t push your luck,” Leo told him with faux sternness. Though Cris could have sworn it was his turn to walk them? Leo noticed his confusion.
“I’ve already done it. I have… ideas for tonight.”
Even after 10 years together, Leo couldn’t help but blush at the implication. Cris squeezed his cheeks between his thumb and forefingers.
“Sorry I couldn’t be home earlier. I would have liked to go out.”
“Don’t be. We’ve got the whole weekend to go to fancy restaurants.” The dog satiated, Leo resumed his position nestled under Cris’ chin. “I’ve got a plan.”
Cris gently held his partner’s hand, slotting their fingers together. “Lead the way.”
Leo stepped away from him, leading him by the hand. Cris was surprised when Leo bypassed the bedroom in favour of the bathroom.
“We’ve both been working so hard recently. I thought we could have a bath to relax.”
Cris couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a bath, convenience lending itself to hasty showers that had Madrid foot the water bill. Unless he counted the jacuzzi. Or the pool. Which he didn’t, because he had standards.
Leo turned on the tap and tipped in some bubble bath. Then he pulled a paper bag out from nowhere and opened it. Cris was hit with an extremely strong scent: a distinct smell of cleanliness, yet not at all chemical. Leo was pulling out various multicoloured shapes, laying them on a shelf under the mirror.
“What are those?” Cris asked curiously. He’d seen something vaguely similar before but he couldn’t place what.
“They’re bath bombs.” Leo handed him one. It had a powdery texture and left a glittery sheen over his hand. “The kids helped me choose them.”
“Did they really help?” Cris said sceptically. He loved his children more than anything, but he seriously doubted they’d be of any assistance. (Usually they were the ones causing the problem that led to the thing being bought.)
“Surprisingly, yes. I’m as shocked as you are.” There were four bath bombs laid in front of him. “We went to a shop called Lush and they loved it. I told them to pick one each. Care to guess which?”
“Alana picked the unicorn,” Cris said instantly. Leo nodded. “Mateo went for the multicoloured one.”
“He did. He liked the colours, and he found the name ‘unicorn poop’ hilarious.”
“Of course he did.” Cris pondered the remaining two options. “Angel knows your favourite colour is blue, so he chose that one. And by process of elimination Ciro liked the cow. Am I right?”
Leo held out his hands. “Top marks! Though Angel chose his because it looks like the Argentina shirt... and because it would annoy you.” Leo smiled guiltily.
“Traitor,” Cris hissed. The bomb did indeed look like an Albiceleste shirt, blue and white stripes packed together with a yellow head. Cris wondered how they made these things, and if he could make a Portuguese one.
“We’ve raised him well. And you know he supports Real, so don’t say it isn’t fair.”
Cristiano conceded defeat. “You’re right. So, which bomb do we choose?”
“Those are for later. I have another one for tonight.” Leo opened the paper bag, handing Cris the final bomb sheepishly.
“What do you think?”
“An aubergine,” Cris stated. “An aubergine .”
It was unmistakably that, and Cris had no idea how his partner had bought it in front of the children without spontaneously combusting from embarrassment, when he looked close enough to doing that right now.
“It’s called ‘big aubergine energy’,” Leo said with an awkward grin. “And it comes with a warning that it’s ‘only for external use’. It had a card by the pile and in the bag.”
“It doesn’t look very comfortable.” Cris chuckled as he turned the bomb in his fingers. The shape was impractical and the powder was a one-way trip to a UTI – why was he being so practical? He reckoned that years of being surrounded by kids who did stupid things constantly made him think of all contingencies, even for using hygiene products as sex toys.
“Anything’s possible if you believe in yourself.” The bath now full, mountains of bubbles poking over the rim, Leo turned off the tap. “Omegas first.”
Cris slipped into the foamy water, gasping as the warmth soaked into his muscles. Leo stepped in a second later and sat opposite him. Though the tub clearly wasn’t made for two grown men, Cris found the closeness comforting, bent legs either side of Leo’s waist.
“Do you want to add the bath bomb?” Cris nodded, Leo dropping the aubergine into the small space between them. It hissed and fizzed, releasing purple foam into the water. Cris watched on, fascinated as it propelled itself in circles until it had completely disintegrated.
“I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t that.”
“Cool, aren’t they? Angel tells me they’re all the rage at school.”
Cris was idly tracing lines through the remnants of the foam when Leo picked up the hand, kissing the fingertips.
“What gives?”
“I love you?” Leo laced their fingers together before submerging them into the water.
“Ok, but why are you giving me a hand massage?”
It wasn’t a funny joke, and to be honest it didn’t deserve a laugh. But he was still surprised when Leo asked earnestly, “Do you want a proper massage?”
“I’m not going to say no.”
Leo draped his hands over his shoulders, thumbs moving circles into the tight muscles. It wasn’t the most professional job, but the consistent pressure combined with the occasional kiss placed on his neck made what little tension was left in Cris’ body melt away into the foamy water. Leo’s palms slid gradually further down his back, pressing his thumbs into the defined trapezoids.
Cris felt something against his lower back.
“Are you hard?”
Leo didn’t reply. Reaching blindly behind him, Cris smiled when he took Leo’s cock into his hand, starting to squeeze. His massage stopped for a fraction of a second as Leo’s hands stuttered in time to his hand.
“Should I go faster?”
“Let me finish this massage.” Leo's hands had moved to his sides, yet the next thing out of his mouth was an incoherent moan as Cris sped up his motions, running his thumb along the sensitive slit. Leo performed similar motions with his own hands on Cris’ sides, eventually declaring himself done.
“I’ll finish you off in bed.”
Cris emerged from the bath, giving himself a rudimentary pat-down with the first towel he grabbed before throwing on a robe.
“That’s my robe!” said a bemused Leo. He was indisputably right: even if it wasn’t monogrammed, anyone could tell it wasn’t Cris’ by virtue of it barely passing his knees.
“Fine.” Cris made a show of slowly removing the robe, shrugging it off his shoulders before shimmying himself out of the tie. “I’ll go around like this.”
“The kids aren’t here to see. Do what you want.”
Cristiano knew he looked good naked, and he enjoyed the way Leo was currently appreciating his sculpted form — even if Leo had seen it hundreds of times before. That, combined with how good he felt after the massage meant he practically strutted to the bedroom, Leo padding behind him. The man’s dick entered the room a second before he did, Cris sprawling out on the bed. Leo joined him, smushing their lips together inelegantly before offering up his hard dick.
“I’m all yours.”
Cris traced Leo’s body with a finger lightly: starting with the top of his v-line, he passed over the tattoo of a pair of lips (Cris’ favourite tattoo of his), dipping onto the base of his dick and finishing on the tip, then grasping the entire shaft and starting to move. Hand and mouth worked in tandem as Cris sought to pleasure his partner; hands fondling his balls, mouth working up and down the shaft. Leo seemed equally happy with both. He kept working his mouth up and down the available shaft, until he felt his lips start to brush against the top of a burgeoning knot.
Tangy precome staining his tongue, Cris was yanked off Leo’s dick a second before he came; just in time to splatter copious amounts of come all over his face. A few errant drops fell onto his collarbone as Cris looked up at his partner, who looked very pleased with himself.
“I love my messy little slut,” Leo said affectionately, cupping Cris’ come-covered face. He swiped his thumb across Cris’ cheek and pressed it against his lips until Cris opened up, lapping up the taste of his own fluids mixed with Leo’s skin — which should have been familiar, but the aftertaste, though he couldn’t place it, was disgusting . Continuing to suck his partner’s thumb and subject himself to more of it, took him a second to realise what the strange taste was.
Cris slid his lips off Leo’s thumb with a faint pop. “You taste like a bath bomb,” he said succinctly.
“Oh God,” Leo winced. “I’m sorry!”
“’S ok. Now I’m your clean little slut.” Cris smiled. “I’m sorry, that was awful.”
“I think that’s a sign you deserve a break.” Leo was coming back down from his high. “Spread your legs.”
Cris obliged, leaving space for Leo to bury his head between his thighs. He grabbed Leo’s hair by the roots and held him deeper. Leo’s rough tongue repeatedly ran over his pussy, occasionally accompanied by his nose brushing against his clit. Cris never knew if that was intentional but he didn’t care.
One finger now darting around his clit, Cris felt another one tease his entrance before pushing in. It curled up and ran a pad along his ridged g-spot, making a moan escape his plush lips.
“Right there, that’s good, there…”
His thighs convulsed as Leo took him higher and higher, his efforts enthusiastic yet coordinated. He kept pressing all of Cris’ buttons, releasing feel-good endorphins into his bloodstream until he reached a fever pitch.
Cris’ orgasm crashed down on him, bringing with it loud groans and heavy breathing. “That was amazing,” he panted out. “It’s never usually that quick…
…also, do I taste of bath bomb?”
Leo emerged from his legs with a laugh. “You do not. Though I could do some further tests…”
“Leo!” Cris laughed as Leo ran his tongue along Cris’ thigh, all the way up to his knee. He finished the lick with a kiss.
“Your legs do,” Leo confirmed. “You taste amazing, but your skin… not so much.”
“Nobody’s perfect,” laughed Cris. “And it was worth it. I’m going to have baths more often.”
Cris scooted forwards, now inches from Leo’s face. Carefully, he positioned himself so his pussy was grinding against Leo’s cock. “You got another one in you?” he asked cheekily, their noses practically touching. Leo’s rapidly hardening dick answered the question for him. Sitting in Leo’s lap, Cris carefully slid onto his partner’s cock.
“Let me ride you.”
Leo grabbed his ass and hips, helping him move up and down. “Mhm, feels good. So good for me…”
This position gave Cris a good view of his partner’s face. He dropped his usual neutral facade around the family, yet it was destroyed right now, face sweaty and red and vocabulary reduced to swears and praises.
“Keep doing that… it’s nice…”
Raw, unfiltered Leo was his favourite Leo, Cris moving up and down vigorously, both chasing their own release yet still working in tandem. He’d barely come ten minutes ago, yet he felt another wave of pleasure creep up on him — and based on the way Leo was wriggling underneath him, he felt the same. Their heavy breathing filled the room.
Cris had his tubes tied years ago — best decision he ever made — but it was easy to lose himself in the fantasy of Leo coming inside him, filling him up and breeding him like a stereotypical Alpha should. Hot cum filled up his insides and made him cry out, contracting his muscles around Leo’s thick knot to try and keep it all in.
“Mmm… breed me, Leo…”
Leo kept thrusting, guiding him through his orgasm and onto the verge of overstimulation. “You can’t get pregnant, dummy.”
“What are you calling me a dummy for? Anything’s possible if you believe.” Having gotten his fill Cris pulled himself off, snuggling next to his partner. He felt boneless as he lay on the soft sheets, Leo pulling the duvet over both of them.
“I can’t imagine being with anyone else. You’ve given me four beautiful children, so many memories… I love you.”
“Happy anniversary, baby.”
Cristiano pulled his partner closer. He nuzzled at their scent gland, the bite scars that had once surrounded it having long since faded. A lot had happened in the ten years that elapsed since they’d exchanged the bites — some good, some bad. A lot unexpected, a lot completely planned.
But if it all meant that he was here now, drifting off while cuddling his unlikely soulmate, then he wouldn’t change a thing.