Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.

Chapter 120: Let’s not talk about last night.

The next day arrived swiftly, the golden sun casting an eerie glow over Gabe’s face. The warmth seeped through the curtains, coaxing him into a restless turn beneath the sheets before his eyes finally fluttered open.

His body felt weak....heavy and sore all over. He tried to sit up, but the moment he moved, a sharp pain shot through him.

"Ah!" A small, startled cry escaped his lips as he immediately collapsed back onto the bed, breath hitching.

It hurts... Gabe murmured under his breath, his brows knitting together as the sharp ache in his ass nearly brought tears to his eyes. The soreness throbbed relentlessly, as if his body were cruelly reminding him of everything that had happened.

Fragments of last night replayed vividly in his mind.

Heat rushed to his face, his cheeks flushing pink as the memories resurfaced one after another....too clear, too intense. He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry.

Did I actually faint last night because of Alex’s cock...? Gabe thought incredulously, his blush deepening. His dick was just... too much. Way too much to take. It felt like it was choking me....I’m not even going to lie.

A frown crossed his face, confusion mixing with embarrassment. How could a beta possess something that big anyway...?

He attempted to sit up again, moving slowly this time. The pain was still there, sharp and unforgiving but he managed to shift onto one side, carefully avoiding putting pressure on his full weight. It felt like his ass was on fire, and he hissed softly, biting his lower lip as he adjusted.

Once settled, his gaze drifted around the room.

Alex was nowhere to be found.

Where did he run off to so early in the morning... after being so wild last night?

Gabe wondered, his eyes finally landing on the door.

Almost as if summoned by his thoughts, the door suddenly burst open.

The sharp sound sent a jolt of shock down Gabe’s spine.

Standing in the doorway was Alex.

He was pulling on a pair of dark trousers, still shirtless, his toned muscles flexing naturally with every movement. Droplets of water slid down his chest and abs, trailing slowly as if deliberately drawing attention. His damp hair clung slightly to his forehead, making him look effortlessly tempting.

In his hands was a tray, neatly arranged with a variety of food and drinks....warm steam rising gently into the air.

He’s just... so hot. Gabe swallowed hard, his eyes unconsciously tracing every line of Alex’s body. So perfect.

A sudden twitch stirred between his legs, and he quickly looked away, embarrassed by his own reaction.

"You’re awake," Alex said warmly, a soft smile curving his lips. "I figured you’d be up any moment, so I went to the kitchen early to prepare breakfast."

He walked toward the bed, completely unaware or perhaps very aware of Gabe’s flustered state. Setting the tray carefully beside him, Alex then sat down in front of Gabe, close enough that there was no avoiding the full view of his body.

Gabe’s breath hitched.

"What’s wrong?" Alex asked, his smile fading slightly as concern filled his eyes. He tilted his head, studying Gabe’s expression. "Are you okay? Does something hurt?"

When Gabe didn’t respond immediately, Alex reached out and gently shook his shoulder. "Hey. What are you thinking about?"

"Uh..." Gabe snapped out of his thoughts and cleared his throat quickly. "It’s nothing." He forced a small smile, swallowing hard. "I’m just... surprised you prepared all this."

His gaze shifted to the tray, the delicious aroma finally registering. His stomach let out a small, traitorous grumble.

"So you really made all of this?" Gabe asked, glancing back at Alex, curiosity flickering in his eyes.

"Yeah," Alex replied easily, a hint of pride in his tone. "I woke up early and stayed in the kitchen most of the morning. The staff helped with the ingredients, but I cooked everything myself."

He nudged the tray slightly closer. "You should eat. You were really exhausted yesterday."

Heat exploded across Gabe’s face, his heart skipping a beat at the reminder.

Oh yeah. You exhausted me with your cock last night, you bad boy. Gabe thought bitterly, embarrassed and annoyed all at once. He lifted a hand and lightly punched Alex’s chest, more playful than aggressive.

Alex barely reacted...just chuckled softly.

I knew my pheromones would knock you out sooner or later... Alex thought to himself, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips. But you stayed conscious longer than any omega I’ve been with.

Soon enough, Gabe reached for one of the pancakes. He drizzled a generous amount of honey over it before taking a bite, chewing slowly while sipping from a glass of orange juice. The sweetness settled warmly in his stomach, easing some of the lingering soreness in his body.

Alex watched him quietly for a moment.

"Are you okay, though?" Alex finally asked, raising an eyebrow slightly. His tone was gentle, almost cautious. "You know you can tell me about everything you’re feeling, right?"

"Oh yeah," Gabe replied without thinking, his mouth moving faster than his brain. "My asshole hurts terribly, and you’re the cause of that."

The words barely left his mouth before realization hit.

His eyes widened.

He immediately choked on his food.

"Gabe....easy!" Alex exclaimed, springing into action. He grabbed a glass of water and handed it to him quickly.

Gabe took it and gulped everything down in one go, coughing slightly afterward. His face burned red with embarrassment.

"You have to be careful," Alex added, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. His own face had flushed now too, the tips of his ears glowing red.

"I’m... sorry," Alex said after a brief pause, clearly flustered. "I didn’t mean to make your ass hurt that badly. I can help..."

"Just shut up, please!" Gabe cut in immediately.

Before Alex could say another word, Gabe leaned forward and pressed his palm over Alex’s mouth, effectively silencing him. His eyes were wide, his face heated, and his embarrassment had clearly turned into panic.

"Don’t say anything else," Gabe insisted firmly. "Let’s just shut up and eat, okay?"

He pulled his hand away and quickly turned back to his food as if nothing had happened.

Alex blinked, stunned.

"I was just trying to say I could help apply some ointment to your ass," Alex continued anyway, earning himself another immediate reaction.

Gabe slapped his hand over Alex’s mouth again.

"Are you deaf?" Gabe snapped, raising an eyebrow, irritation flashing across his face. "I said you shouldn’t talk about it again. Let’s not talk about last night, okay?"

He exhaled sharply before continuing, forcing himself to calm down.

"Let’s just eat and then go check up on Damien and Fred. They’re both sick, remember?"

Alex’s lips twitched beneath Gabe’s palm.

So he’s really embarrassed about last night...Alex thought inwardly, a smirk forming in his mind even as he nodded.

Well then, I’ll stop talking about it.

"Alright," Alex said once Gabe finally removed his hand. "Let’s eat first, then we’ll take our baths."

Gabe nodded in agreement.

"You’ll take your bath in your room," Gabe added firmly. "I’ll take mine in my room here. Then we’ll meet in the dining room."

Alex’s eyes widened in shock.

"What?" he blurted out. "Why?"

"And can you please put on a singlet?" Gabe added quickly, refusing to meet his gaze.

You’re making it really hard for me to control myself. Gabe thought as he swallowed hard, forcing his eyes away from Alex’s bare chest.

"Why don’t you want me to stay here and bathe?" Alex asked, raising an eyebrow. "Besides, you need help too."

"I’ll take care of myself today, please," Gabe replied immediately.

Then, before he could stop himself, the words slipped out.

"Or do you want us to fuck in the bathroom again?"

Alex froze for a second.

Fuck....why is he so blunt?! Alex thought, a quiet chuckle escaping him despite himself.

And didn’t he just say we shouldn’t talk about last night?

"Well..." Alex said slowly, amusement lacing his tone. "I don’t really mind. It wouldn’t be bad to have hot sex in the bathroom again."

Gabe stared at him in disbelief as Alex continued, clearly enjoying himself far too much.

"You!" Gabe sputtered, shock written all over his face. "You’re still not satisfied even after fucking me last night until I fainted? Seriously?!"

"I can never get tired of you, Gabe," Alex replied calmly, raising an eyebrow with a light chuckle. "You were exhausted yesterday, yeah....that’s why you fainted. But that doesn’t mean we’ll never do it again, right?"

His eyes darkened slightly.

"Last night was so hot. I still can’t believe it."

"We’re not doing it ever again!" Gabe suddenly declared.

The words hit Alex like a slap, sending waves of confusion through him.

"What?" Alex frowned. "What do you mean by that? Why are you suddenly angry?"

If we ever have sex again... Gabe thought inwardly, clenching his fists. Then it’ll be me fucking you. Never again will I let you drill my asshole like that. It hurts way too much.

I’ll fuck you over and over again as you’re mine now. Alex thought Inwardly with a smirk on his face.