The Two Kings and the Lost Elder
Wyatt whispered as he nudged Darien with his free hand to climb on top of him.
The smaller Alpha was confused but did as he was told. Wyatt's hand felt too good, it clouded his head as he stroked his length while he climbed on top. He tried straddling the Alpha, but he pushed his legs together, placing them between his legs. It was different, but again, he could barely think straight. Wyatt's large and strong hand glided along his length, sliding through the slippery substance. When his hands stroked over the head, gliding over it so easily, it was like electricity shooting through his body. His hips jerked, and his breath stuttered.
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