Page 84 of Habibi: Always and Forever

“ Owen! ” shot from his mouth, echoing through the room, and he blindly grasped at the hand on his leg. Their fingers interlaced as Owen brushed against that perfect place again and again, eventually adding a third finger, and by the time he pulled out, Liam didn’t know which way was up.

But he did hear the tear of a second packet, and felt Owen spread even more lube around his entrance.

“Are you ready?” Owen’s voice washed over Liam.

Pulling his legs back, Liam held them under the knees, showing Owen everything.

“Are you ready?” he teased, looking at Owen through his lashes.

But Owen was busy staring at Liam’s hole before that scorching gaze traveled up, running over Liam’s balls and cock, his fluttering stomach, his hard nipples, and then stopping on his face.

While Owen was a gentle, kind soul, he had a possessive side when it came to Liam.

It was not only a shift in his eyes but also in his energy, which turned Liam on even more.

At this point, he thought that he might spontaneously combust, especially as Owen leaned over him again, the press of his body almost folding Liam in half, that energy spilling all over him.

Pushing the tip of his cock against Liam, Owen asked to enter, and after a few heartbeats, Liam managed to relax, crying out as Owen slid inside, filling him to the brim.

Liam loved how Owen stretched him, resting in exactly the right spot, and he shook, his body asking for more.

“One minute,” Owen got out through gritted teeth. “How are you still so tight?”

Liam clenched around him, loving how Owen jerked with a grunt.

“Just lucky, I guess.” He tried to add a smirk, but Owen started a pattern of thrusts and Liam lost the ability to speak once more. With his knees almost touching his shoulders, all he could do was hang on for the ride.

Their moans filled the room, Liam letting out a clipped cry here and there, and colored sparks dotted his vision as he overloaded from the pleasure.

His shower fantasies about Owen had been child’s play compared to the real thing, to this , and he soaked himself in the bliss as Owen pounded him into the carpet with his cock and his eyes, pinning him with that burning gaze.

“You’re so perfect for me, Angel. Always so perfect.” Owen sank in deep, circling his hips, and Liam choked, his cock bobbing. Snaking a hand down, he held the base again, because Owen’s words were going to send him over the edge. “You’re so snug around me, so warm, and so mine .”

Owen resumed thrusting, turning up the speed, and Liam swung his other arm around Owen’s neck.

By this point, he’d forgotten his name, becoming one with the white-hot pleasure that consumed him.

All he wanted to do was dissolve in it, but he held on for a few more seconds, just until Owen’s breathy groans became growls, and then he slid his hand up, getting to work.

It only took three pumps for him to shoot across his stomach and chest, and Owen was right behind him, the thrusts stuttering until he froze, arching back impressively as he came.

Despite being knocked into the next dimension, Liam managed to keep his eyes open because Owen was glorious in the midst of orgasm.

He seemed younger, the lines on his face gone, his smile soft like a secret, every inch a golden god.

After a few long breaths, Owen pulled out, carefully helping Liam stretch his legs before flopping down next to him.

Wiggling the limbs, Liam tried to get the feeling back in them with minimal success.

Once again, the spectacular sex had blown his mind, leaving him noodly, blissed out, and feeling like the luckiest man in the world to have Owen Parker beside him.

Showing off his mind-reading abilities again, Owen tangled their fingers together, bringing up their joined hands and kissing the back of Liam’s. And Liam couldn’t help himself, he let out a faint but joyful laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Owen’s voice still had a low tone. If Liam’s dick could have twitched, it would have, but he was spent.

“All this because of an apron.” He gestured vaguely toward the couch, where it was draped over the arm.

“It’s because you know me so well and you think of me.” Owen’s blue eyes glittered with gratitude. “And because I love yo-”

Both of them froze as the front doorknob turned. Thankfully, the deadbolt was in place, but someone was trying to get in.

“Don’t worry, Grandma! I have my key.” Mikey’s voice easily reached them from the other side of the door and they stared at each other in shock.

“I thought we had an hour?” Liam whispered.

“He must’ve gotten out of soccer practice early!” Owen whispered back, jumping to his feet. Liam tried to do the same but his legs weren’t quite working; the orgasm had left his body stupid.

The distinct sound of a key being put in a lock seemed to echo through the condo, and all Liam could do was watch as Owen quickly grabbed their clothes, tossing them, Liam’s phone, and the lube wrappers behind the couch before scooping Liam up with ease.

Letting out a squeak, Liam slapped both hands over his mouth, hanging on for a second ride as Owen hauled ass to the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them just as Mikey and Gloria walked in.

“Dad? Liam? Is anyone home?” Mikey’s voice held nothing but excitement.

After spending a harrowing year with his mother, Mikey was now thriving - making friends, doing well in school, and playing on a soccer team.

Owen and Liam had worried about him, but they’d chosen a terrific child therapist and had built a home full of love.

Maybe a little too much love. They had to be more careful about their afternoon delights from now on.

“What’s this? An apron?” Gloria’s soft voice barely made it to them. Every inch the perfect grandmother, Liam adored her almost as much as Mikey did, because she’d brought Owen’s son back to him, and she’d seamlessly become part of their family.

“I keep all my dad jokes in a dad-a-base!” they read together, their laughter ringing down the hall, and Liam couldn’t help it; he giggled along with them.

Still easily holding Liam in his arms, Owen pulled him closer.

“Your gift is a hit.” He gave Liam a short, sweet kiss. “I hope I’ve properly thanked you.”

“You did,” Liam grinned, adding one of his own to the dad-a-base. “You swept me off my feet.”

The End

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