The GLS pulled into the parking lot of the modest but clean hotel just after 2 p.m. The next town was smaller, quieter, the kind of place where the revival would feel intimate and the offering plate would be generous. Gabriel had already messaged the hosting pastor that they’d arrived safely. The reply came quick:
“Welcome! Room 112 is all yours — disabled access, so it’s spacious. Church is on a tight budget this month, so we could only get the one king, but I ordered a roll-away bed for Elias. Should be delivered by tonight. Make sure you both get a good night’s rest — big offering planned for tomorrow. See you at sound check in three hours.”
Gabriel read the text aloud with a low chuckle, slipping his phone back into his pocket as they grabbed their bags from the trunk. “Well… this is accommodating,” he said, voice warm and mischievous as he shot Elias that signature charismatic grin. His eyes flicked over the key card in his hand, already imagining everything the room was about to become.
They stepped inside and the door clicked shut behind them. The space was bigger than expected — wide open layout with plenty of room to move, a massive California king bed dominating the center, a walk-in shower with glass doors and multiple heads visible through the bathroom doorway, and a deep jacuzzi tub tucked in the corner by the window, already calling their names. Late afternoon sunlight poured through the curtains, soft and golden.
Gabriel dropped both bags by the dresser, turned to Elias, and pulled him in by the hips until their bodies pressed together. “Three hours until sound check and band practice,” he murmured, voice low and reverent but dripping with that dominant hunger. “Plenty of time for me to remind you exactly who you belong to, my love. No Patricia. No Travis. Just us.”
Elias’s breath caught as Gabriel’s hands slid under the black leather Burberry trench, pushing it off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. The black herringbone trousers came next — Gabriel unbuckling them slow, eyes locked on Elias’s while he peeled the fabric down those long legs. “On the bed first,” Gabriel said, guiding him backward until Elias was lying on his back in the center of the king. “I want to see you spread out for me.”
He stripped himself just as deliberately — white dress shirt unbuttoned one by one to reveal the light curls across his chest and the dark treasure trail that thickened into that wild, untrimmed pubic bush. Pants and boxers hit the floor, and his thick 9-inch cock swung free, already heavy and half-hard, veins prominent, the fat head glistening with a bead of precum.
Gabriel climbed onto the bed, covering Elias completely in missionary so he could watch every flutter of those lashes. “Feel me, my brother,” he whispered, pushing in slow and deep — all nine inches gliding into that still-slick, cum-filled hole from the night before until his heavy balls rested warm against Elias’s ass and his coarse bush ground against smooth skin. “This is where I belong. This is where I provide for you.”
They moved slow and passionate at first — long, rolling thrusts that kept Gabriel buried to the hilt the whole time. Gabriel kissed him deep, tongue claiming his mouth while he talked reverent and filthy against his lips: “You feel how full you already are from last night? I’m adding to it now… giving you more of my seed… trying to bless you with our baby even if the world says we can’t.” Every time he got close he softened his strokes, rested fully inside, and let Elias feel every powerful flex and throb as he unloaded — thick, warm ropes flooding deep while he groaned low and held him tight. “Here it comes again… feel me pulsing inside you… take every drop, my love.”
They didn’t stop at the bed. After the second load Gabriel carried him to the walk-in shower, still buried inside him, water cascading over both of them as he pressed Elias against the tiled wall and kept rocking slow and deep. The steam filled the room while he unloaded a third time, whispering, “I’m marking you everywhere today… inside and out.”
The jacuzzi tub came last. Gabriel filled it with hot water, lowered them both in, and had Elias straddle him reverse so he could stay buried while the jets massaged their bodies. He wrapped one arm around Elias’s waist and stroked him with the other, kissing the back of his neck while they moved together in the bubbling water. “You’re mine, Elias. Every part of this room is ours now. I’m not leaving this hole empty until we have to walk out that door.”
By the time they finally stepped out of the tub, dried off, and got dressed for sound check, Elias was glowing — sore in the best way, still leaking Gabriel’s cum into his fresh pair of black slim trousers, the scent of their sex clinging to both of them under the cologne. Gabriel kissed him one last time at the door, big hand cupping his face.
“Tonight, after practice… we come right back here and do it all over again,” he promised, voice dominant and sweet. “No hiding. No rushing. Just me providing for my boy until you can’t hold any more of me.”
Elias smiled, cheeks warm, and nodded. “I’m yours, Gabriel. Always.”
They walked out of the room together — two men on a mission, but the secret they carried between them was deeper and hotter than anyone outside that door would ever know.
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