PITBABE - ENGLISH - Chapter 28: Chapter 28

Luke swallowed hard when he heard those words. His heart was pounding with the expression on Babe's face which seemed to slowly hypnotize him and used that sexy voice to lull him into a seduction he never thought he would ever experience in this life.
Even though he was nervous, he couldn't hold back his own desires. Luke gently raised his hand to cup Babe's cheek before slowly lowering his face to kiss the full lips that had been teasing his. And once he touched it, he felt it was worth it because it was soft and stimulating, and the bitter taste of the liquor that others drank was quite intoxicating.
Babe didn't care that there were other friends at the table, while the others didn't really care about what Babe would do to the young man. After all, Luke's purpose in coming here was to please Babe. Whatever it is, it doesn't matter.
It looks good, but why does it feel empty?
Babe asked himself in his mind as his mouth pressed against the half-blood boy's lips. Other people have really good kissing styles. The perfume sprayed smells nice and fresh. But he didn't know why it made him feel the way he wanted to feel. The kiss should make his heart race and will tickle him until he feels warmth all over his chest. The more he kisses, the more he should feel a slight tingling in his stomach, enough to make him want to move his body closer to the other person. But now, he doesn't feel like that at all.
He just pursed his lips. But it wasn't a kiss at all.
Phew!
In the end, Babe couldn't stand the overwhelming emptiness. He pushed Luke away and turned to grab a glass of wine and downed it while the boy sat with a confused look on his face. He doesn't know what he did wrong or what happened to Babe. But now other people don't seem to be in a good mood.
"Can you reduce it?" Babe said quietly.
"Yes"
"The smell of Alpha." The more he heard it, the more confused Luke became. He didn't think an alpha could smell his scent. Plus, they usually don't even smell themselves. But after hearing other people say this, he started to ask himself if the scent was really that strong.
"Am I..."
"Do you smell me?"
"Yes" Luke nodded slowly, still looking confused. Because he never knew that the smell was such a big deal. It's not even body odor. But it was the smell of pheromones that was emitting from his body without him realizing it. And now because Babe triggered it.
"How is that?"
"It smells good," answered the young man honestly. "It smells really good."
"But your smell makes me dizzy."
"Does it smell bad?"
"No, I just don't like the smell of Alpha."
"But I'm an alpha..." At this point Luke didn't know how to act because Babe was the one who said that he had Alpha sit with him. But now he says that he doesn't really like Alpha's scent. So what does that mean? Alpha that doesn't smell like Alpha.
"Oh, I know," Babe answered with a slightly annoyed expression. The other person seems well aware that he wants the opposite. "Let's try again."
Luke was silent for a moment before slowly leaning forward towards Babe. The tall figure buried his face in the crook of the beautiful alpha's neck and inhaled the other man's scent, filling his lungs. Babe really smells good. He didn't know what perfume, body odor, or pheromones were. But he had never met an alpha this fragrant before.
Whoever smells it, will probably want to cuddle and enjoy the fragrance all day long. He still wanted it himself.
It seemed like the more he inhaled his scent, the more Luke wanted his, the boy pulled his hips closer to himself, until his handsome face continued to sink. Both of them buried their noses down. Slowly brushing his lips over his skin, alternating with gentle kisses, the hot breath that blew over his body made Babe feel a little goosebumps. But that still didn't make him dazed. Because the alpha scent that hit his nose was so annoying that he couldn't stand it anymore.
Phew!
And once again, Babe pushed Luke away.
"Babe, are you okay?" Jay immediately asked after seeing his friend's strange behavior.
"I can not stand. I have a headache." Babe raised his hand to scratch his head in frustration, before lifting the liquor and downing it in one go until the glass was empty
"Are you drunk?"
"Oh, I'd better go back. You two just stay together..." That was all the figure said, then got up and walked out without looking at Luke who was sitting in the same place with a confused expression. Meanwhile, Dean, who saw Babe looking too drunk to drive himself, immediately took his hand off the young man who was making out with him and immediately ran after his friend until he fell.
"I'm sorry, Luke. My friend hasn't been acting normal lately." Jay turned around and smiled shyly at Luke, feeling a little guilty for calling someone else but his friend just ran away.
"Not normal how?"
"I don't know." Jay shook his head slowly before taking a sip of his drink while looking towards the door of the club below where Babe and Dean had just come out of. "Maybe it's a disease of not wanting to love but already loving."
Babe flopped onto the big bed, exhausted. Luckily, Dean offered to take him. If he had driven himself back, he would have just been lying on the side of the road, almost dying alone, just sitting there and walking from the bedroom door to the bed alone. He didn't know how much alcohol was drunk. But now his head was spinning.
The figure was lying on the bed and his eyes were quietly looking at the ceiling. Both of his arms were fully extended, but there was still a lot of space left on this bed. Previously, he found it spacious and comfortable to sleep. But now the mattress felt too wide so he couldn't sleep. There were many nights where he had to get up and walk in circles in the middle of the night several times a night because he couldn't sleep. Everywhere he turned, Charlie's image was so clear. The shadow was so exposed that he felt afraid. Suddenly he felt like the whole world had only Charlie's shadow. The place was so empty and quiet that he often wanted to cry.
Including now.
Babe lay back and let the tears roll down the sides of his temples. The previously clear image of the ceiling gradually became blurry as the curtain of tears became denser. There were no sobs like the first few days, but the tears continued to come out, as if new tears would be produced every day.
His palm slid slowly across the bed. Even though it's been a week, Charlie's scent still hasn't disappeared at all. Maybe it was because he had slept in this bed for too long that the smell had not disappeared, which was also like a double-edged sword to him. The good thing is that it makes him feel like Charlie is still here the whole time. But the negative side that made him cry every day was that he didn't even know whether he could bring the real Charlie back here or not.
It hurt to see the child's face. But it hurt just as much when he thought he would never see that stupid smile again.
This love really sucks.
Babe took a deep breath before taking out the cellphone that was in his trouser pocket. He clicked to reply to Way's chat, and informed him that he had returned to his room safely. Even though the atmosphere between him and Way was not very good, they avoided meeting or didn't call each other, but there were still several messages sent to each other. Just as Way greeted him, Dean called to say he was drunk at the club.
Babe thought he was going crazy just by looking at the wallpaper on his cellphone. The water flows out again. The photo of him and Charlie is still his wallpaper to this day. And he swears he's tried to change it many times, but every time that he tries to change it, he feels even worse. He knew that that sounded absolutely ridiculous. But he never knew that people could feel guilty about changing their cellphone wallpaper.
Yes, he felt sorry for Charlie.
Even though he didn't do anything wrong at all. And even though he was the one who should be angry, he felt guilty towards the child just because of the thought: Would Charlie be angry if he knew he would change him?
This really doesn't make sense. What was he thinking?
He cursed himself over and over again before deciding to challenge his feelings again. He clicked through the gallery to find another image to use as wallpaper. But no matter how he scrolled, there were only photos of him and Charlie everywhere. He never knew he took so many photos. Plus, they're ridiculous photos. It doesn't look pretty at all, some are blurry, some have strange angles, but if asked, would he dare to delete them? He would have answered: 'of course not'. Just changing the wallpaper isn't possible, let alone deleting images that are like part of these memories.
Slender fingers traced the picture aimlessly. The initial intention was to look for photos, now it's more like looking back at old photos. When he saw it, he smiled without realizing it because there were photos that looked very funny, there were also some that looked ridiculous.
"Did you take my picture?"
A voice came from the phone screen. Babe froze as he saw the moving images on the screen. He immediately remembered when he took the video.
"Umh... no face," the voice replies in the video, while the image that appears is of Charlie's upper body moving towards him. The shaking of the image made him realize how shaking his hands were at that moment. Moreover, he had just seen this picture. The feeling of that time immediately returned.
Charlie's moans and groans came out non-stop. Charlie's face only appeared for a few seconds because his hands were too shaky to focus on anyone else's face. Most of the images seen are only the body. He had to admit, this alone made me feel a little shaky.
His eyes focused on the clip as his hand slowly moved down to touch his midsection, which made his feel uncomfortable. For the past few days, he had not felt any desire for it. Maybe because he was more busy with other feelings. But after seeing this clip, suppressed desires seemed to easily surge back.
"Do you consider yourself an AV star?"
"And if you watch my clip, will you cum?"
Babe started breathing heavily because of the erotic conversation from the video he took himself. His slender hands untied his trousers and hastily pulled his zipper down as his need grew tighter before he grabbed his cock and began pumping him rhythmically.
Charlie really has a great figure. Seeing the other man clench his stomach as he moved to penetrate him, made his entire stomach tingle. He remembered how amazing it was to feel the rush of his cock hitting deep inside his. It was so satisfying that he had to admit that right now if he was going to masturbate to someone's image, that person would definitely be Charlie.
"Ah— Fuck!"
Babe moaned softly as his fingertips rubbed the top of his hot rod head repeatedly. He closed his eyes and imagined Charlie on his knees with his face between his legs. The boy kissed and sucked his cock thoroughly. Plus, he was the one who knew best about what he liked when he was so nervous that his body tensed up. Charlie would rub his tongue hard against the head of his cock, doing it over and over and dragging his tongue all over. Charlie loves to pamper him until Babe cums in his mouth every time.
I want warm lips like that again...
Dddrrrrttt....
Babe was a little surprised when the cellphone he was using to watch the clip suddenly stopped playing because there was an incoming call which made him immediately see the name displayed on the screen and his heart was beating faster than before.
'Stupid'
His name is stupid, his face is stupid, and he calls at stupid times.
Since that day, Charlie never returned to his room again. It's no wonder that other people don't dare to come at this time. But that doesn't mean the kid is completely gone, because Charlie still calls him every day, once a day, at the same time. Of course Babe never answered because he didn't want to hear the boy's voice. And he didn't know what to say.
But Charlie still calls every day, as if he still hopes that one day Babe will answer his phone by accident.
Oh, did he accept it?
And... today it seems like Babe accidentally did what the kid expected.
Charlie mumbled under his breath, as if surprised that Babe answered the phone. From his voice, others probably didn't expect him to actually accept it, so he unintentionally sounded as excited as a child like this.
"P'Babe..."
"Hm..." Babe answered softly.
"I'm glad you answered my call," Charlie said softly, as if he still couldn't believe he actually received it. "I think I pressed the wrong button."
"But it doesn't push the wrong buttons."
"Hm..."
Even though he was the one who called, when Babe actually answered the phone, he didn't know what to say. And since Charlie didn't talk, Babe didn't talk, he just held the phone and held it like that without thinking about asking anything in return.
"What are you doing?" Charlie finally seemed to remember something he had to say. The question he chose to ask seemed to be the most boring question he could think of that Charlie would ask.
"Sleep."
"Are you asleep yet?"
"Just lie down."
"Oh, right. Usually, you're not sleeping at this time," Charlie said in a brave voice. Other people seemed to want to talk to him. But he didn't know what to say. "P'Babe."
"Hm.."
"Have you eaten?"
He sure didn't really know what to say.
"That's all you wanted to ask?" Babe answered in an annoyed tone before turning around and lying on his side. He turned on the speaker and placed his cell phone on the bed, not far from his face, while his hands still held the same stubborn desire.
"Yeah, I was worried you wouldn't eat."
"Nonsense," Babe answered as his hands began to move to his will again. Even though he knew Charlie was still calling.
"I'm worried," Charlie answered in a low voice. He knew that even though he said he was worried, he was afraid to say it. "And..."
"I miss you."
Babe's body twitched as soon as he heard it. Charlie's deep voice coming through the phone and the words "I miss you" made the drunk man uncontrollably aroused. He hasn't let out his passion in a few days. Plus, just now he was taking care of himself and watching a sex clip of him and Charlie. And when he heard the child's voice directly next to his ear like this, he couldn't help but feel his stomach tingle.
"But I know you don't want to hear my voice. So I just call once a day. If you don't want to hear it, don't accept it." Charlie continued talking without realizing what the person on the other end was doing. "I'm afraid you'll be very upset. But if I don't call at all, I can't sleep. I'm sorry."
"P'Babe?" called the young man again when he felt Babe had fallen silent. "Are you asleep?"
"Keep talking," Babe said in a shaky voice as his hands quickened the pace and stroked his needy cock faster. The more he heard Charlie's breathing, the more aroused he became until he could barely contain himself.
"Yes?"
"Talk"
"What did you say?"
"Whatever you say, keep talking, don't stop— ah..."
If it weren't for Babe's annoyed voice which was followed by a loud groan, Charlie, who had been confused, would have fallen silent when he heard Babe's voice like that. And when he tried to listen carefully, he heard a louder sigh than usual.
"What are you doing?" Charlie asked this question for the second time. However, the meaning this time is different from the first time. "Why are you making a sound like that?"
"...Um." Babe's voice sounded lower and gave off unmistakable thoughts, therefore, Charlie couldn't think of anything else.
"Who are you with?"
"Don't be an idiot!!"
"I just want to know..." Charlie sighed softly as Babe's voice sounded a little louder. He didn't know if it was because other people thought he was with someone else or because he called him an idiot? But whatever it was, he had no right to be angry. "Did you do that when I called?"
"I was doing it before you called."
"Then why did you take my call?"
The sound is loud.
This is very thrilling.
"Do you want to hear my voice?"
"Ah..." A sweet voice sounded, unable to hold it in. Hearing the words that came out of Charlie's mouth. He spoke as if he knew that, while he himself needed more stimulation than when they were together because Charlie was saying words he normally wouldn't say, unless he ordered him to.
"Otherwise, there's no way you would answer the phone, right?"
"Yes— ah..." Babe answered shakily, as he opened the bedside table drawer and took out some lube, before hastily removing his trousers and underwear. "If not, don't expect me to answer your call."
"Fortunately, at times like this you still think about my face."
"I didn't think about your face."
"So, what do you think?"
Babe gasped and moaned in pleasure, after trying to insert a finger inside his rear end, which was soaked with a large amount of lubricating gel that he squeezed out.
"I thought about that."
"Which one?"
"Something big..." Babe panted while moving his fingers rhythmically. "The one you put in and it makes me tingle more than my fingers right now."
"Are you playing with your fingers now?"
"Yes..."
"Is that exciting?"
"Thrilling..."
"How many fingers do you have to insert?"
"Two.."
"It's very small. Is that enough?"
Babe cringed at the emotion of being perfectly aroused. Babe started moving his fingers in and out more often. Meanwhile, he imagined the image of him doing that with the person on the other end of the phone.
"What do you think? Did you really miss me?" Charlie's breathing sounded stronger than at first, which probably meant the other person was now having the same emotions as him. "Do it faster, like when Daddy did it."
"Daddy..."
"Yes..."
"Daddy, can you continue?"
"Difficult."
"What?"
"Difficult."
"Why are you speaking softly?"
"I shouldn't talk loudly, there's my little sister." From the start Babe was annoyed because Charlie spoke softly. Now he was becoming even more emotional, especially at the thought of Charlie secretly having phone sex with him even though his sister was still in the same condo room. He was almost crazy about it.
"Does your sister live with you?"
"Yeah, he's reading a book outside."
"So, where are you, Daddy?"
"In the bedroom."
"Is Daddy getting hard?"
"Yes," Charlie answered breathlessly. The sound of someone else's moaning caused Babe to insert another finger, unable to hold it in. He imagined Charlie sitting in his room masturbating while worried that his sister would come on to him. But he couldn't stop his hands because the sound of his moans coming out over the phone kept arousing the other person the whole time. "Are you in bed?"
"Oh... the whole room smells like Daddy."
"But Papa, I can't smell your scent at all. I really miss you."
"It was worth it," Babe huffed, content to hear him suffer at the thought of his scent. "You'll die thinking about it."
"P'Babe..."
"Oh— ah..."
"Have you added another finger?"
"Already..."
"Is it full?"
"Not as good as Daddy's..." he heard another groan after saying those words. And that's what gives him the most satisfaction. He felt happy that he wasn't the only one who missed their hot sex. Now Charlie is going crazy too.
"Ahh... want to do it with you..." Charlie gasped, moaning in pleasure. Just listening to Babe's voice could tell how horny Charlie was. "With my hands, they're not as delicious as yours— ah."
"What do you want to do?"
"I want to put it in..." a low voice answered without the slightest hesitation. "Putting it deep—um, my big one will fill your hole."
"What are you doing? I don't understand," said Babe, teasing the young man as his hand continued to insert his finger into his own hole. "What are you going to do? I'm so scared."
"You want to be spanked, don't you?"
Babe squirmed uncomfortably when he heard the obscene words he wanted to hear from Charlie's mouth. The three slender fingers moved in and out quickly. His toes were bent and tense. But even so, he couldn't stop this action at all.
"You like it, don't you?"
"Daddy, you are such a pervert."
"Don't say that. You really like me doing it, don't you, Papa...?"
Babe let out a high pitched groan when he heard the unfamiliar pronouns. Even though he usually calls himself that when they have sex. But Charlie had never called him that before. Maybe because the other person was almost 10 years younger than him, Charlie didn't dare to call him with such childish pronouns. But today someone else said it in a very natural way.
"When I'm sleeping, you like to come and grab me and ask for comfort. How can you blame Daddy and say I am a pervert?"
"Daddy..."
"If I were near you, Daddy would definitely crush you. Seriously!"
Charlie's annoyed voice drives Babe crazy. When they were together, the other party had never said such harsh words before. And why are you so brave when you are far away?
Is he suffering?
"I really want to be hit and crushed. Fuck me hard, Daddy.." But this is Pit Babe. He wouldn't give up easily like this.
"Ah— Fuck," Charlie gasped with a shuddering groan. It seemed like everyone else was close to achieving his goal as was he. "P'Babe..."
"Daddy, I want to be spanked and can't take it anymore. Please, Fuck me hard!!"
"Oh— I can't take it anymore."
"I want too.... Daddy, can you hug me?"
"Can I go look for you?" The tall figure said as if he was already delirious. The excitement must have controlled both of them so hard that they both forgot that they were angry with each other at the moment. Or because he is more angry, how can he have such emotions? "Papa, can I do it?"
"No, I don't want to see your face."
"Why... how can Papa carry me away?"
He couldn't take it anymore.
He was angry, but why was this so exciting?
"When you're finished, Daddy will come inside you too. Don't you want that?"
"I don't want to— ah, Daddy."
"Yes?"
"I hate Daddy. I don't want to see you again."
"No, don't say that."
It seems they are completely crazy because one says he hates it and the other person is the hated party, but neither of them can stop masturbating. That just makes it faster.
"Don't let you show your face to me again— ah ah...."
"You don't want it?"
"I don't love Daddy anymore."
And the more he said he didn't love his, the more his heart missed the person on the other end of the phone so much that he almost died right now.
"Oh my God— ah!"
That's when longing overflowed in both of their hearts. Their desire for each other increases, until it finally explodes.
And at that moment, the madness of the two alphas slowly subsided. But the feeling inside didn't diminish at all.
"Miss you..."
"What?"
And along with that, Babe had to vent, even though Charlie didn't get to hear it.