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God, he didn’t know what to do about these desires, didn’t know how to suppress them. Increasing the dose of his suppressants wasn’t an option, since he was already on a high dosage as it was. Lucien shuddered to think how much worse it would have been had he not been on such strong suppressants.

His doctor advised him against switching to other suppressants when Lucien video-called to consult her.

“I can prescribe you a different drug, but I don’t think it’ll make a difference, Lucien,” she said. “Frankly, it was to be expected that after two decades on strong suppressants, they’d stop being very effective. That’s why I advised you to take a break from them once in a while, to allow your body to function as it should.”

Lucien winced, feeling a pang of regret for ignoring his doctor’s advice. “So there’s nothing I can do to stop feeling these... urges?”

She gave him a steady look. “These urges are completely natural, Lucien. I’ve told you numerous times how unhealthy it was for you to remain on such strong suppressants for decades. It’s no surprise that your body is finally rebelling against the constant drug abuse. Nature is smart. Frankly, I advise you to simply find an amicable partner to relieve your... urges.”

Blushing, Lucien thanked the doctor and hung up.

An amicable partner.

Unfortunately, the only amicable partner he could imagine relieving his urges was the one who was absolutely off-limits.

***

Things came to a head a few days later when Lucien stumbled across Aksel in an empty corridor.

It was the first time they had been completely alone since Aksel had pleasured him on the couch.

Lucien flushed as their eyes locked. “Aksel,” he said softly, sidestepping him and trying to ignore the wanton throb that started between his legs and in his breasts.

A firm hand gripped his arm. “We need to talk, Lucien.”

Lucien took in a shaky breath. “No, we really don’t. There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Nothing,” Aksel said flatly.

“Yes, nothing,” Lucien said, struggling to keep his expression calm and firm.

Aksel gave a short laugh. “Nothing? And the fact that I can smell your slick is nothing, too?”

“Aksel!” Lucien hissed, flushing and looking around. The corridor was empty, but…

“I’m not the only one who can smell it,” Aksel said, his eyes glinting as he laid a hand between Lucien’s legs and cupped his half-hard cock. “Everyone can.” He squeezed his cock, and Lucien whimpered, unable to believe it was happening, that Aksel really was groping him where anyone could come across them.

“Fuck, your scent,” Aksel ground out, shoving his face against Lucien’s throat. He sucked hard on his scent gland before moving his head down and latching onto his nipple through his shirt.

Lucien whimpered, burying his hand in Aksel’s hair and pulling him closer, his cock grinding against Aksel’s hand. Oh God, they needed to stop, anyone could come across them here, but fuck, Aksel’s mouth on his breast felt so good, even through the fabric. Before Lucien could stop himself, he pushed Aksel’s mouth to his other nipple, groaning in relief when Aksel obligingly sucked on the aching nub.

There was the sound of voices just around the corner, and Lucien’s eyes flew open in horror as he recognized them: Belinda’s and the Duke of Westcliff’s.

“Aksel,” he whispered desperately. “Stop—your sister—”

But Aksel ignored that, shoving him against the wall, rucking his T-shirt up and eagerly closing his mouth around his bare nipple. Lucien barely swallowed his moan. A distant part of him was freaking out over Belinda and Westcliff’s proximity, but his body didn’t care, feeling in heaven from Aksel’s mouth on his tits. Aksel hitched him up and Lucien wrapped his legs around his waist, shivering from the feel of Aksel’s hard cock against his hole. God, his brain refused to work. His body refused to pull away from Aksel, even though Belinda’s voice sounded closer with every moment.

Aksel finally seemed to realize how close they were and pushed the nearest door open. He carried him inside it and shut the door without taking his mouth off Lucien’s tits. He sucked on the nipples greedily, his hips pinning him to the door.

“Aksel, they’re right there,” Lucien whispered breathlessly, but to his shame, he made no effort to pull his nipple out of Aksel’s mouth. He was leaking all over Aksel’s hard thigh. “They’ll hear us!”

“Let them,” Aksel said before he returned to sucking and kissing his breasts.

Oh God, oh God, oh God.

Lucien shoved his own fingers into his mouth and bit them to muffle his moans. He wasn’t sure how successful he was, considering that Westcliff was a Xeus and his hearing was amplified, but it was the best he could do, given the circumstances. The circumstances being that his stepson was sucking on his tits and grinding his cock against his hole while Lucien’s stepdaughter and their foreign guest were just on the other side of this door.It was official: he was a wanton, a slut of the worst sort. Everything people said about him must have been true.

“You think too much, Luce,” Aksel said, glowering at him, before dropping to his knees and yanking Lucien’s pants and underwear down.