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The package arrives at his door at dusk, slamming into it when the grumpy delivery owl screamed and snatched up the dead rodent he’d nailed to his door as payment.
Eden just about dances to the door to retrieve it, already pulling at the packaging while he headed back to his shop.
He’d wanted to reorganize his shelving, shift around what had expired, what hadn’t expired, what had expired in a way he couldn’t use or sell, and had enjoyed being able to look up at any time to enjoy the way Beau’s back arched, or the curve of his neck. The way his dick bobbed when Eden switched on the vibrator.
It made an otherwise mundane task... pleasant.
This time he’d chosen to embellish with leather straps instead of scarves, a thick black collar instead of a silky blindfold.
He really brought life to his decorating.
But that meant he was still hanging in his shop, and he was so excited his package had gotten in that he didn’t wait to move him to his bedroom and instead pulled a chair over to sit in front instead.
Package in his lap, Beau’s dick in his face, Eden peeled back the wrapping paper to reveal several small pouches. He immediately pulled the long package with the tag S:HV and set the rest aside.
This was the one he’d been most interested in.
Before that, though...
Two hands, Eden held Beau’s dick steady while probing gently fingers against the root of his cock, grasping his testicles and feeling for the bulbous end of the sound. Finding it, he smiled and pressed, leading it up the base of Beau’s penis.
That smile turned into a grin at the little drawn out mewls that started falling from Beau’s lips; he’d grown increasingly fond of the kittenish sounds Beau let out when Eden pushed at one of the body’s previous boundaries.
Removing the sound would have ached terribly, he knew, even just for having had it in for so long. He didn’t have to worry about it being dry, not with the way Beau was dripping around the sound, but that thick beaded end would burn being pulled up like this.
Eden looked up, wanting to see if Beau had thrown his head back, only to meet two half-lidded dark eyes and jumping. Head tilted down, chin nearly touching his collarbone, it almost looked like Beau was trying to watch him—was almost eerie how his eyes opened, but then Eden could only assume that it was part of some bodily instinct to allow light in. To see.
“Fuck, that scared me,” he laughed, patting one thigh and peering up into Beau’s strange eyes. So, so dark save for that bright gold ring around his pupil... It was pretty. Half formed thoughts of finding a needle and thread from his kit were discarded.
“Hmm, your eyes are bold enough it would be a shame to sew them shut... or,” he supposed, grin widening, “could it be my pretty, pretty Beau wants to see his present? Is that it?”
It felt like narrating a fantasy, made more realistic by the weight of eyes on him, seemingly focused on him, the panting mewls at the grip on his cock...
“Well, if you insist.”
It was hot playing this up, pushing at Beau’s base and pulling with his fingers until the metallic end of the sound escaped his tip so he could close his mouth around it, sucking and tilting his head like he was putting on a show for Beau. Moaning around the flesh between his lips.
He sucks while he pushes at the base, feeling it with his fingers at the slight bulging in his shaft where the thick end was travelling up through his inner tubes.
Clamped his fingers tight around his base, just under that bulge when he had a good inch of metal in his mouth, pulling off with a wet pop and stroking him hard with the opposite hand until his cock was flushed red and veiny. Stroked up until he could finger the metal, twirling it gently back and forth, tugging, tugging...
Eden smiled up at Beau, drinking in his flushed face, those beautiful eyes, and tugged, tugged...
It was beautiful, watching his flushed skin stretch around the bead, urethra pulling wide around the silver in stark contrast until he had his sound in one hand, Beau’s twitchy cock in the other.
Beau’s cock was cute, the way his tip was flexing, a distinctly gaping space where it tried to tighten up after its stretch.
Eden propped his elbows on his knees and arched so he could make eye contact with Beau while he pulled his cock close and dipped the pointed tip of his tongue into his slit, pushing in as far as he could manage before dipping back out, in, tongue fucking his slit. He could taste his salty insides, feel his flesh flex around the probing muscle. Beau looked like he was about to cry, dark eyes glossy in the light of his shop.
So fucking cute.
He only gets one suck at his head before there’s a gush of come in his mouth, coating his palate. Eden sucks him through it, pushing his tongue into his slit again and again until just a little more fits in...
Something hits the floor at his feet, and Eden remembers that he has plans.
A new Sound.
He’d gotten very, very excited when he’d found this Sound in his catalog; Sound: Hollow Vibration.
It looked very similar to the sound he’d just removed from him, though he thought the bulbous end might have been a bit bigger; it was hard to tell with the glimmering runes covering it. There were a few marked differences, though—
The textured shaft of the Sound felt nice and irregular against his fingers, but what he focused on was the ends: two holes linked together through the length of it. He brought it to his lips and blew through it like a straw, making sure it was clear.
Lovely.
He had to check the small spellcard in its pouch for the invocation to give him control over the runes, but once he had it the Sound came to life in his hands with a faint buzzing—and then a stronger vibration, and then an even stronger vibration that rumbled in his fingers.
“Pefect...”
Of course it was then he realized he’d completely forgotten to bring more lube.
Or, well, Beau was already fairly open, he could always just use...
He kept the sound buzzing, stroking it delicately up and down Beau’s shaft, bringing it down to press it into his balls until his spent dick twitched, hardened
Beau’s stomach quivered when Eden stroked him, cupping one hand around his cock head and using the other to rub his shaft, squeeze his balls, massage his fingers just behind into his taint until he released into his hand, oversensitive and flinching cutely.
He lubed up the new Sound, then, and smiled up at Beau’s sweetly flushed face. Those were definitely tears in his eyes.
“Ready for your present?”
His tip gaped around the thick end of the Sound, and he had to mash it around to keep it from catching inside of the hollow core of it. He kept curving it, twisting and pushing until his shaft was swollen with its thickness, definitely a bit bigger than his other sound though the thick beaded end was about the same size, and started working it further down his shaft.
Eden glanced up and felt something warm and thick in his chest at the shine in Beau’s eyes. He was so cute. So sexy, his beautiful Beau.
Beau made a low, troubled whine when milky come bubbled up the hollow core of the Sound, and Eden cooed, stroking it further down his shaft in long movements that pushed more fluid through the opening. Pushing the thick end down until it would go no further, Beau’s cock was engorged enough the metallic tip was just peeking out, gaping.
Beau whined again and another dribble of come gushed from his cock, watery and thin. Eden cradled his balls in his palm, feeling the loose skin, the lacking weight.
“Beau, do you not want to come any more, my good boy? Are you my tired boy, hmm?” he asked, lipping at where he could just see the shine of metal in his slit. He fisted Beau’s cock and pulled so that he could swipe the foreskin over his tip, and licked away the wetness there.
He squeezed his balls, lightly, and smiled at the bead of fluid that wet his tip.
He looked up into Beau’s dark eyes, golden rings around his pupils showing clearly how dilated they were.
“You can come for me one more time, right? One little orgasm,” he squeezed, feeling under his thumb the bulbous end of the sound he’d planted deep into his cock. “One little orgasm and we can, oh, we can get you all filled up again before we play again, hmm? Give you a little rest...”
Eden was already getting up, mind caught on an idea, getting a second, smaller package out from his shipment, stopping by his desk for a small packet of lube...
~\\.//~
The new present was an agony.
It was hollow, forcing him open in a different way than the other had... where the other had plugged him up, this new one plugged him open. Clenching made his cock ache, made a drible of come wet his oversensitive dick, and his balls felt like they’d shriveled to nothing, and yet puffy, sensitive...
His heart pounded, and each pound pulsed in his dick, hot with the stretch. He stares down at his dick, looking… looking completely foreign. He can’t remember the last time he bothered to have sex, remembered being bored with it, but he felt mentally detached from what he remembered his body… being like. Before.
The buzzing of the toy when he’d just come was an agony when he already felt scraped out, when Eden’s tongue fucking into his slit felt like a burning brand this felt like electricity in his veins. He was stretched out but his body kept trying to tense up in ways he didn’t know how to—the tip of his dick gaped, pouting open for Eden to rub the bulbous end against it, slick with his own spend. What little there was, hardly anything coming from the shriveled state of nothing between his legs.
Nothing, that is, until Eden would give them another squeeze, and then all he can feel is that thick end deep inside of him, making space where there was none, one long pipe forced open directly from his balls...
What victory there would have been in being able to open his eyes is dampened by the inability to look away—mobility is returning to him slowly, so, so slowly, and all he can do is watch Eden use him.
It bothers him when Eden returns from getting something from his desk, pulling the chair closer so that his open knees can bracket Beau’s dangling legs, that there’s a bright anticipatory gleam in his eyes. Beau hasn’t seen much of him, but he knew the sound of his excitement, the pattern of his breathing before he did something that Beau wouldn’t like. Or would like. Would like until it was too much.
He can almost feel the phantom fullness in his belly, pooling low and warm, trickling down from soft flesh in his throat while Eden sighed above him...
He doesn’t like it when Eden looks up at him, smiling boyishly, and tells him, “I know you can come for me, one more time, right? You just need a little... help. Just one more to empty you,” his eyes dropped to his dick, “and then I’ll fill you right back up, my beautiful, perfect Beau...”
He hold up a small silver... bulb? He thinks? And thumbs the head of it with a small click.
The metal spearing his dick comes alive with pulsing vibrations, and the sound he makes is pathetic.
His vision is blurry with tears, and he chokes on another noise when the head of his vibrating dick is sucked into Eden’s warm, waiting mouth.
He wants to beg, he wants to tell Eden that he can’t, he can’t come again, there’s no more, but Eden is humming around his dick, a pleased sound above the low buzzing, and it feels like his balls are going to fall off. Like they’re going to regress into his body, molten and squeezed and too much.
He can feel the rumbling at his base, through his pelvis, making him clench around the ever present dildo skewering him upright on Eden’s wall. A pretty decoration, a toy he picked up and played with as much as he was hung up and played with...
The gentle suction around his dick is torture, nerves alight with sensation while, with the new sound, it felt like Eden was trying to suck up his testicles into the built-in straw.
He doens’t know if he came, then, or if Eden succeeded.
He’s panting when the vibrations stop, Eden pulling off his dick with a satisfied sigh, licking his lips. He twitches when Eden gives his crown a couple of lingering pecks, lipping where the metal sound was starting to peek from his tip as he softened.
Eden stands, one hand smoothing up his quivering flank, and Beau hopes, are we done? He thumbs Beau’s nipple in passing, curling his fingers around the nape of his neck, tangling in his hair and adjusting until his forehead was pressed to the curve of his shoulder.
From this angle he has a view of his throbbing red dick, the shine of metal from its end, and the clear sight line to Eden going for his belt and releasing his stupidly large cock.
Everything about Eden was stupidly large, he realized—Beau was dangling a good two feet off the ground, and was only just above eye level with Eden. Eden was too big.
He’d felt it in his throat when it was soft, but seeing it, especially next to his own...
Eden’s head rests lightly on his shoulder, looking down himself while he smoothed a small packet of lube over his cockhead.
It was jarring to realize they had such a height difference; he’d been carried, sure, and they’d laid down side by side, but looking down to where his legs were dangling by more than a foot above the floor and seeing how their hips lined up near-perfectly...
He sucks in a breath when Eden takes hold of his dick, positioning it level with his own engorged member, the tips almost kissing if it weren’t for the near-inch of metal protruding from his slit.
What was he—
He blanks at the first bit of pressure, mind whiting out at the sound getting pushed into his dick further with nowhere else to go as Eden held his dick, the sound steady while fitting his own slit around the protruding metal.
It had almost gotten normal, watching how his own slit gaped around the metal sound, but he was reminded again from the ache in his groin how thick it was. Reminded while he watched the tiny slit of Edens penis flex against the thick metal he was forcing in—or, more pushing his dick to accept the metal, ignorant or uncaring to the way it pushed and ground the sound deeper into Beau’s own dick.
It felt to the point that it would only take a little finangling to shove the thick ball into one of his testicles, it was so deep into him.
“Feels so good, Beau, just, ah, jus’ little kiss...”
He didn’t know what he was talking about until Eden rocked his hips forward and it forced the rest of the exposed sound into Eden’s own slit and the head of Eden’s dick mashed against Beau’s.
Through the pounding of his own heartbeat in his ears, he could hear a little suction of noise, slick, when Eden rocked his hips.
It doesn't feel like a kiss, his head oversensitive, when the textured shaft of the sound sinks into the first indentation within Eden’s urethra, and Beau can feel the thick ball at his base tug.
He felt a tear run down his cheek when Eden gripped him firmly, rocking his hips in little increments, fucking that small bit of thick metal into his piss slit, always rocking forwards enough that their cocks ‘kissed’, again and again until he shuffled forward and Beau’s dick was feeling oddly compressed with Eden’s dick mashed against his.
“Smaller, ’m gonna, ah, just gotta...”
Eden didn’t put to words what he was going to do, instead gripping himself just below his head and pulling his foreskin back, taut. It shows off how thick and rounded his cockhead is, the ridge starkly defined against his shaft. It burns when he strokes Beau, pulling Beau’s own foreskin until it was sheathing first his own and then Eden’s crown--
It hurt when Eden’s hips rocked forward, seemingly unable to help himself, and that pulled while Eden stroked him, apparently trying to cover as much of his cockhead with Beau’s foreskin as possible.
Beau sobbed, dick on fire while Eden panted into his shoulder, and carefully, carefully pulled his own foreskin so it was overlapping Beau’s over his own dick. What the fuck.
It was—it was distracting, Beau felt jittery, unable to focus, sensitive, and he couldn’t decide how good or bad it felt, his foreskin stretched so far, so wide over a thicker cock than his own, and cradled by Eden’s own slippery soft foreskin. It was layers and layers and stretched, slippery slick layers where their cocks touched, kissed, Beau’s foreskin sheathing Eden’s dick... Eden’s foreskin sheathing them both...
What the fuck.
“Now ‘m... now I’m gonna fill you up, Beau, fill you up with me...”
In hindsight, he should have expected the click of the vibrator being turned back on, this was Eden, he loved his toys, but the sudden sensation had him breathless, numb to the fingers twisting in his hair, deaf to Eden’s loud, shameless moaning in his ear...
He should have expected that he’d be able to hold the remote and grip his hair with the same hand.
He feels cold, for all the burning in his veins, and is thankful when he can no longer feel the vibration. He can’t feel anything, totally divorced from the sight of his flesh faintly rippling from the vibrations, to the way Eden’s dick twitches, how his thighs trembled.
He was not divorced to the sudden heated ache in his balls when Eden cried out, the pouring sensation making him gasp, mind struggling to keep up with what was happening.
The vibration was worse, then, something in his balls there to ripple through, and he could feel the source of the vibration, the thick ball at his base pressed against his pubic bone as Eden thrust as close as he could without breaking their connection—
Beau still felt it, the stretch of foreskin, but could only gape, gasping as he watched Eden violently fist his shaft with one hand, panting pretty little noises into his ear.
He can’t—the feeling of his strokes, the way his foreskin pulled against his, the wet feeling, he can’t, he can’t—
He can’t believe it, some part of him rebelling against what he knew about Eden, when the other man managed to come, again, jerking against him and letting go of his hair in order to grip right around their overlapping foreskin, squeezing tight and wet and Beau can’t escape the feeling this time, the knowledge that Eden had sucked his balls dry and was now filling him—
There was another click, and the vibrations stopped.
His balls still ached, and felt...puffy, now, and he hoped Eden wasn’t going to try and get him hard again, not for a long while. He couldn’t take it.
Eden nuzzled into his neck, panting, laughing, and all he could feel, hear, see, was Eden.
~\\.//~
Eden was satisfied when, after pulling his dick free from Beau’s, only a small drip of his come beaded at the end of the sound.
Fuck but a vibrating sound was a great idea.
He frowned when, with a small twitch, another small dribble of come—his come— dripped to pool in Beau’s wonderfully elastic foreskin, and went back to his package to get the second-last part of his order; a small ring with an attached plug.
Beau’s face was beautifully tear-streaked when he crouched before him, looking up at him while he fitted the plug into the sounds hollow core and fitting the attached ring around his crown snugly.
There was a small attached chain that would keep it from tugging his cock—Eden didn’t want his skin to rip, no—and after everything was placed he didn’t bother resisting the urge to fit his mouth around Beau’s beautiful, undoubtedly sensitive cock.
While he can taste his own jizz for a moment, an experimental suck reveals that the plug was well and truly secured—and felt nice on his tongue, besides. He pulled back and admired the way the onyx bead contrasted with the gold securing it—he’d been thinking of Beau’s eyes when he’d ordered the custom design.
He stood, and tilted Beau’s head back enough that he could kiss the tear tracks from his cheeks, smiling and using his thumb to pull one eyelid open—guess they would open and close on their own, he didn’t have to worry about his eyes drying up.
He let his eye close again, and placed a lingering kiss against each lid, feeling the flutter of eyelashes against his lips.
“My poor Beau, I haven’t been very thoughtful, have I?” Eden mused to himself. He really had been sucking him dry—Eden had balls to match his cock, and a great refractory period aside... and while Beau had a beautiful cock, lovely and slim next to his own, his was still only a reanimated body, and his testicles could only hold so much.
He’d be contacting a friend to do something to fix that, but for now...
“I’ll give you a break for a little while, how about that? No coming for a couple of days, and in the meantime...” He stroked on hand down his chest, his belly, skirting around his cock to hold his balls. Gripped them, and tested their weight. They were noticeably heavier than they were before... they were nicely plump.
He checked his own.
Beau’s weren’t nealy plump enough.
Eden tilted Beau’s head and pecked his lips, his cheeks, back to his lips again, his nose, forehead...
He breathed out, there, satisfied.
“In the meantime, how about I help you get your balls nice and big, hm?”
~\\.//~
Eden finds his newfound goal... difficult.
He wakes, sleepy and warm, cuddled up with Beau, and starts to kiss his way downwards for what he’d been considering his ‘morning snack’... when he remembers.
He pulls out his anal plug and fucks him instead, still pleasurable, hips slapping, groaning at the sight of Beau’s throbbing red cock, the swell of his balls...
He resists.
His own balls slap hard against the curve of Beau’s ass, loud in what would have otherwise been a quiet morning.
Beau stays hard when he hangs him up in the shop, soft rope decorating him this time, and kneels on a pillow to lave attention over his balls in a soft apology to himself. He imagines he can feel it, under his tongue, the way Beau’s balls plump, his testicles filling with come.
They’re blood warm under his lips, his tongue, little hairs tickling against him. Firm.
In preparation for later, he fits Beau with the last part of his order, magically sizing cockrings to fit at his base and to pull his balls through...
The rings contrast nicely, dark obsidian around his balls and shimmering white gold around his cock, and he gives his testicles a parting pat before starting his work around the shop. He really likes the black-gold aesthetic with Beau, he might have to invest in properly coloured scarves.
When he feels like his balls are about to pop, used to relieving himself regularly since getting Beau, he strokes himself near completion and then he shoves the tip of Beau’s sound into his own and comes, loosening the obsidian ring just enough before tightening it again. This is harder than the first time—Beau’s cock is still beautifully hard, flushed at the tip, and he has to really mash against his own dick to get enough of the sound in for it to be effective.
Hard enough that when Eden fits the plug back in place, it looks like his slit is kissing the gold, like his piss slit is trying to swallow up the bead fitted there.
It makes his mouth run dry—he drinks water instead, a lot of it, because he can’t drink his Beau. He gropes his balls, feeling how firm they are, how swollen. It earns him a whimper and a trail of beautiful tears down his flushed cheeks.
“I know,” he croons, rolling them in his hand, “I know.”
Later, when he takes him down and fits the ring gag in his mouth, he feels like he’s pressing Beau’s chin hard into his balls, already plump and ready to deposit another load, willing Beau’s body to catch on.
Like this, he thinks, breathing out and relieving himself. Clenching to piss hard down his esophagus, make sure his body feels it.
Like this, he insists, pulling out his now hard cock and pressing Beau’s face back between his legs, mashing his face into his balls.
He activates his wards for lunch and spends it riding Beau’s cock at a leisurely pace, feeling the press of his swollen balls against his ass when he grinds back. Tomorrow, he thinks, I’ll give it until tomorrow.
He turns on the vibrator in Beau’s sound and teases himself, slow rocking circles in his lap and gives little squeezes to his cock when he sees tears wet Beau’s lashes. Squeezes his base when Beau thrashes underneath him, mouth gaping, and sits still on the vibrations until he knows he isn’t going to come, not yet...
Teasing himself like this, holding off on his orgasm, it’s so much sweeter when Beau is gasping, arching, his body trying so hard to come despite all the toys Eden is using to stop it... it makes his choice to hold off on coming so much sweeter.
It’s ecstasy when he does decide to come, sensitive and trembling, gushing across Beau’s chest, and he wonders how well Beau can feel it when his iner muscles ripple around his bound cock. If he were aware, could he feel the way orgasm was just out of reach? Would he understand it? Would he understand that Eden was making the deliberate choice, that Eden had all the power over if and when he came? What would he be thinking, being used to make Eden come while being denied the pleasure himself?
Like a toy. A wholly conscious sex toy that Eden could—and would—use whenever he wanted.
The thoughts had him coming harder than he thought, a good splash of come landing in Beau’s open mouth...
It nearly makes him come again.
If he were aware, aching to come, to have Eden’s come land in his mouth...
He shudders, gripping himself, still sensitive.
~\\.//~
Beau feels bowlegged from both the vigorous fucking and from how... how plump his balls feel. He’s swollen, he’s sure. His thighs tremble when his legs are left to relax, pressing just enough on his balls to squeeze them together—fuck he hadn’t been aware of his balls before, the size, shape, how present they were until...
It’s almost a relief when Eden has him on his belly, legs curled up underneath him with a pillow under his stomach to fuck him achingly slow.
The weight of his own balls hanging is just as maddening as the slow pace, almost as maddening as the way he twitches when Eden’s balls swing forward with every thrust to slap his own—
Beau can’t help his squirming, his limbs still numb but his stomach, his insides free to react the way the rest of him can’t. He almost wishes he couldn’t move so much, more than half certain that how squirming is why Eden is prolonging this fuck, why each, ah, thrust is slow and deliberate and yet still strong enough that he can hear the slap of their balls against each other.
He feels dwarfed like this, Eden’s arms bracketing him, legs curled to either side, entirely blanketing Beau and keeping his chin hooked over one shoulder to pant against his ear with each thrust.
Beau could recognize Eden by his breathing alone by now, for sure.
He wished Eden would stick to panting in his ear, because when he got to speaking it made his insides squirm even worse.
“You’re so, ah, you’re so good Beau, so perfect...”
“Fuck you, fill you up with magic, with me, my magic, oh, you are my best creation, so perfect, made for me to fffuck...”
“So good for me, Beau, Beau, so g-ah, so good squeezing around me, perfect cocksleeve, made to be fucked, by me, a-ah...”
“I’m going to ride you later, oh, oh yes, going to strap your legs together and ride you, feel how good and plump your balls are against me, going to sit and let you cushion, me, such a good boy, so perfect, my Beau, oh, oh...”
Beau can’t handle the words, can’t handle how they make him flush, how warm his cheeks get, how warm his belly gets, his chest, the ever present pool of pleasure-too-much in his groin... it’s just his life, now, Edens words, his touch, the taste of him on his tongue drowning out everything else.
Beau can’t believe he was nearing death with apathy and disinterest before this—boredom was without Eden, and he could not contemplate what that was like any more.
~\\.//~
Eden started his morning with a leisurely ride, coming all over Beau’s chest and then sitting back to enjoy the fullness while he ate breakfast.
He could feel the plush softness of Beau’s testicles against his ass when he leaned back, when he rocked himself in his lap, and wondered how he was going to do this.
If he let it out all at once, Beau might... cramp, maybe?
If he wanted the stretching he’d gone through all this trouble for to last any time at all he’d probably have to get something to keep his balls nice and plump and producing sperm, at the very least at Eden’s own level.
If he sent a letter today, Kayde might have something—a ritual, an artifact, something—for him by the end of the day tomorrow. Kayde knew more about enchantments for the living than he did, after all.
When he pulled off Beau’s dick it was beautifully slick in the morning light, swaying in the air, the onyx gem of the plug gleaming against the deep red his cock had flushed to. Eden smiled and gave his swollen balls a little tickle, the skin almost taut, and decided he could stand to write his letter in bed.
He was tempted, then, to start his letter off telling Kayde that he was writing this letter in bed, a thick cock up his ass, with the breakfast tray Kayde had gifted him years ago propped over his living toy’s jizz covered chest...
But Eden didn’t actually want Kayde visiting, and he didn’t want to have to send over his Undead if Kayde tried to steal his Beau.
Their... relationship was built on Kayde’s inherent people-pleasing personality, except when it was a New Thing that he Had To Have. That this need was confined to new and interesting things with the living meant that Eden had only ever had to hear about Kayde’s magical kleptomania, and the other mage was happy to help in the few instances Eden needed it.
Eden couldn’t guarantee that Kayde’s aversion to the dead would protect Beau from his sometimes fanatical interest.
The letter didn’t take long to write out, a simple request, and by the time he was done his cock was tapping the bottom of the breakfast tray.
He had enough time for another round before he had to get to the shop.