Red Riding Hood | BoyxBoy | COMPLETED

Epilogue: Damien and Theodore

Alexander's POV

Before Cassidy, all I had were my parents. He had truly brought me many fortunes in this life. Together, we had found a second family in Lupus and then he had given me two beautiful children to love too. I loved my growing family and the way my sons called me 'Papa' and called my mate 'Daddy'. It brought me endless joy and delight to watch Dami, now six, playing with his brother, four-year-old Teddy, in their wolf shapes and trek mud all over the carpets. Secretly, I loved when Cassidy got all flustered and exasperated at our messy boys and he'd take it out on me in the bedroom.

Yes, Cass gave me a good life and I gave him a good pounding. At his behest, of course.

The castle was always full of laughter and we took our meals as a family. Lord Winters had practically moved into the castle to stay with his grandchildren and was best of friends with my father, King Edward. King Olcan was more like an uncle.

Over the years, my father had relinquished some control over the kingdom and given me more responsibilities to take on. Though the paperwork doubled, I didn't truly mind. I had Cassidy helping me by my side and together, we did our best to keep the Kingdom of Nasales happy and prosperous.

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From my desk, I heard tiny footsteps and giggling outside my study door. It seemed like Dami and Teddy were about to get themselves in trouble again.

"Papa?" Dami's soft voice called from the other side of the door. Cassidy would be annoyed at me for hiding the little fugitives later.

I opened my door and two dirty little boys tumbled in. They scrambled under my desk to hide as I watched in amusement. It wasn't long before Cassidy stormed in. I held back a grin.

"Where are the hooligans?" he demanded hotly.

I coughed into my fist when I heard a tiny indignant "hey" from Dami.

"Yeah, hey," his brother echoed him. Teddy was at that mimicking phase and it was adorable!

"Come out, boys," I said sternly. "Or no dessert at dinner."

There was some reluctant shuffling and the rascals emerged from under the table with a sulk.

"Alright, bath time," said Cassidy very firmly as he grimaced at all the dirt they were trailing. The boys pouted but trudged over to their nannies who whisked them away for their baths.

When the children were taken away, I came to rest gentle hands on Cassidy's tensed shoulders. "Stressful day?" I asked lightly.

He rolled his eyes. "You have no idea."

"Hm," I smiled. "Perhaps I could be of some aid," I suggested, fingers kneading lightly at his muscles.

Cass sighed. "Yes, that does sound wonderful right now."

Gently, I pushed him to our bedroom. The boys would be too busy to disturb us now. We knew full well that bath time would certainly take a while with those two.

My mate's shirt was quickly tugged off and I directed him to lay on his stomach. The vial of oil for massages were conveniently placed in the bedside table drawer where we were frequent visitors. It was charmed so that only either of us could open it. Our sons could be a little too curious sometimes.

I uncorked the vial and poured the oil on my fingers, then rubbed my hands together to warm and spread it. My fingers pressed into his shoulders and Cassidy sighed. I used the heel of my palms to knead his knotted muscles, rubbing until they were loose and pliant. Cassidy moaned quietly into the pillow.

Gradually, I moved to his lower back and used my thumbs to press into his tense muscles.

"Good hands," Cassidy mumbled and moaned. "Harder, darling." Blushing, I twitched in growing discomfort.

The back massage was quickly finished and I whispered suggestively in his ear. "Turn over for me, my Love." He did so languidly, muscles soft from the rubbing.

I started at his chest, squeezing at pectorals with slick warm palms, the heel occasionally brushing his nipples. As I straddled him from the front, the outline of his erection rubbed deliciously against my own growing hardness. It wasn't long before Cass was shamelessly rutting.

"Sweetheart," I groaned. "This is supposed to be a massage." I couldn't stop myself from grinding my own hips downwards.

"You should massage my insides with your magic cock," he panted. "Alex, hurry!"

"My pleasure, Sweetheart," I leered and quickly stripped off our trousers before dumping a good helping of oil on myself.

He spread his legs, but I wanted him opened wider. I took his thighs in slippery hands and pushed them further. Cass groaned at the stretch. But I didn't give him time to complain before I sank in, gasping at the intense pleasure of our coupling. It had been years and I still couldn't get used to the bond during our lovemaking.

My mate was openly moaning beneath me; he twisted his hips and I hissed in pleasure. "Alex, move," he gasped out and I obliged.

We were doing this in broad daylight and it wouldn't be long before the children came back to us. Cassidy and I couldn't take our time and we were keenly aware of that. We had to hurry.

I slammed into him, holding his hips tightly enough to bruise. His fingers were curled in the sheets as I rutted quickly into his tight heat. Cass cried out with every fresh thrust, head thrown back in ecstasy.

"I love you!" I cried as my release came barrelling towards me like a boulder. Instantly, he wailed and his orgasm burst from him, seed spraying all over our torsos at my declaration of love.

This beautiful man did that every time I told him I loved him. And I confessed my love every day. It was like a secret superpower and I absolutely loved it. Seeing and feeling his pleasure was the best way to reach my own.

I bit his pale neck as I came, splashing his pulsing inner muscles with my own release.

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Cassidy was carding his fingers through my hair when I finally came down from my pleasurable high. I sucked lightly on his neck and licked where I had bitten him in apology. He chuckled and pulled me up to kiss him.

We kissed lazily for a little while before I eased myself out of him. Cass flinched as a mixture of fluids trickled out. I cuddle him. "Sorry, Sweetheart. You'll be sore later." I pressed kisses to the corner of his mouth in apology.

He turned his head to face me, returning my affection with wet presses of lips. "Good," he murmured. "I love you too.