The cmor of voices faded away.

  Though Jace hardly noticed, all his attention was on Liut’s hands pying with his ass. It was incredibly distracting.

  “Don’t tease me if you don’t pn to continue,” Jace warned.

  Liut clutched harder, fingers digging into the skin over the coarse fabric of Jace’s pants.

  “Who said I don’t pn to continue?” He grinned.

  Taking a deep breath, Jace closed his eyes. That was it. Whatever happened now—Liut was just as at fault.

  With clear purpose, Jace ground down onto Liut’s crotch.

  “I will devour you,” he croaked, voice thick with desire.

  Liut thrust his hips up.

  “Cannot wait.” He leaned in and bit into Jace’s lower lip, tugging on it.

  It hurt just the perfect amount, and Jace made a noise at the back of his throat, that tangy groan that made Liut’s cock twitch. Jace felt it, the length hardening under him, felt his own blood rush to his groin, his own erection growing.

  Impatient, he slotted their mouths together, teeth ccking from the force of it. Liut reciprocated with no less fervor—tangling their tongues, licking and biting while his fingers dug into the meat of Jace’s ass and pushed him down, down, down.

  The grass and dry leaves crunched under them, a twist of root pressed against Jace’s knee, pine needles prickled his fingers. He could barely notice any of it; only the heat between their bodies mattered, the hot, clever tongue mattered.

  It mapped the inside of his mouth as if trying to memorize the shape of each gum and tooth. Liut was a good kisser—he always knew when to go rougher and when to slow down, how to suck, where to lick. It was infuriating.

  It was insanely arousing.

  Groaning, Jace could no longer find satisfaction in this immature rubbing over the clothes. He needed more, he was greedy like that. He’d threatened to devour Liut, so that was what he would do.

  He bit Liut’s tongue, then dove into another kiss. He’d spent enough time in this new fantasy world, enough to know how to undo the ties on Liut’s pants with one hand while the other trembled. From arousal or because he had to use it to hold himself up—he couldn’t care.

  Once the waistband was loose enough, Jace quickly sneaked his palm inside, cupping the pulsing length of Liut’s cock. It was too dry, there wasn’t enough precum to slicken his moves, but Liut groaned all the same.

  Rubbing the pulsing girth, Jace broke the kiss only to leave a trail of saliva to Liut’s chin. He bit into it, gently, and clutched the crown, a drop of precum wetting his palm.

  “Fuck, Jace,” Liut heaved.

  He threw his head back, opening his neck, the outline of his throat teasing Jace to kiss it. Liut’s neck was wide, muscur, with a vein curling on the side and two perfect shadows making out a V-shape as he tensed up.

  It was hot. Really hot.

  Jace always had a weak spot for muscle-heads and their huge tits, but their necks? When they lifted weights and drops of sweat trailed down the curves, disappearing into the loose colrs of their shirts… Liut was even better. Because he was right here, and Jace could ftten his tongue and lick a stripe over the vein, feel it pulse under his taste buds, feel Liut’s heartbeat speeding up as he pressed the tip of his thumb into the slit of Liut’s cock.

  He tasted like flesh and salt and smoke, and he smelled of woods and fire. Jace nuzzled the side of the neck and breathed in, his own cock already dripping, moist fabric sticking to the sensitive skin.

  “Liut,” he moaned, biting into the neck.

  He wanted more. So he bit down harder, harder, clutching his fist tighter, and then, the metal poured into his mouth. He tore through flesh and, finally, tasted the blood. It was rich, tangy on his tongue, and the sound of Liut’s low growl reverberated through every cell of Jace’s body.

  Precum covered his fingers; the slick pump of his fist made a nasty, wet noise. The boured breaths were swallowed by the whispers of the trees, but between them, in this perfect little world they’d carved for themselves, their heartbeats rang louder.

  Jace licked over the bite, collecting sweetness, and he never knew blood could taste so good. He was never into it, but now he couldn’t stop.

  “Fucking hell, Liut, I’m gonna eat you up,” he ughed into Liut’s ear and scraped the shell with his teeth.

  Liut’s fingers were leaving bruises on his ass, thighs, hips—wherever he could reach. He rocked up into the tight circle of Jace’s palm and the shiver that ran through his body went straight to Jace’s cock.

  “Go on, try,” Liut breathed out, a silent chuckle shaking his chest.

  Jace smiled wide, kissed the tip of Liut’s ear and sped up his hand. There was something enchanting in having Liut come undone under him, have him shudder, groan, chase his pleasure with mismatched thrusts, though he never lost his rhythm before.

  An inferno burned inside Jace, insatiable craving directing each of his actions and clouding his judgment. Hungry, greedy, on the brink of an abyss that promised the longest fall, Jace could no longer hold himself back.

  Urgent, shaky fingers, wet and slick, undid Jace’s own pants. Liut hissed from the loss of contact, but Jace bit down on his jaw to distract him.

  “I know, I know, wait a moment,” he whispered, rasped through the thick fog in his mind. He only had one free hand but he needed to feel Liut, he really, really wanted to feel his heat.

  Taking out his erection, cock throbbing in his palm, Jace lined it up against Liut’s and thrust. Their lengths slid together, precum mixing and the curves of each teasing the girth of the other.

  “Jace,” Liut growled, pushing down on Jace’s hips so they pressed against each other harder.

  Jace moaned, mouth open as he wetted Liut’s jaw with his spit. He pulled away, only a bit, just enough to clumsily find Liut’s open lips and plunge his tongue between them.

  The kiss was not even a kiss; they panted into each other’s mouths as their hips tried to find a sembnce of a rhythm.

  Shakily, Jace pnted his palm on the other side of Liut’s head, clutching the dry leaves and sticking needles into his skin. But he could no longer hold himself up with just one hand. His whole body shook each time his length slid against Liut’s, each time he felt his tip going over the texture of Liut’s foreskin.

  He swore, genuinely, he swore he felt each vein and ridge of Liut’s cock, felt the wetness of precum coating the underside and slickening each next thrust.

  With a low curse, Liut grabbed their cocks into his fist and clutched.

  “Ngh!” Jace all but cried into Liut’s mouth, the added pressure curling his toes.

  Liut’s palms were rge, rge enough to hug both of their erections and slide over them at a maddening pace.

  “You—” Liut bit into Jace’s lower lip—“you taste like me,” he licked Jace’s tongue with his own ft one, the sweetness and saltiness of blood blending with Liut’s saliva, and Jace moaned into the kiss.

  Not a kiss.

  Something very primal, vicious, something that made a little monster purr in Jace’s chest because he never allowed himself to be so out of control.

  “Want to taste me?” Jace managed to ask through broken breaths.

  “Dying to,” Liut rasped.

  He was efficient, urgency pouring into his hasty hold on Jace’s waist. Another moment, and Jace was lifted up, forced to move forward so he fell down on his palms and caught a root twirling over the ground. Clutching the dirty wood, he realised way too te what Liut had done.

  So te that, when he felt Liut’s hot mouth enveloping his throbbing cock, Jace moaned so loud it echoed through the forest.

  He didn’t mean this when he asked, he really didn’t, but no coherence was left to string together his thoughts.

  His knees were on each side of Liut’s head while that mouth swallowed down his length until the tip hit the back of Liut’s throat. It was so hot and wet inside his mouth, so fucking good. The tongue hugging the underside, the lewd noise when Liut hollowed out his cheeks and sucked harsher—Jace clutched his fists so hard the splinters dug into his palms and his knuckles turned white.

  “Liut, I’m—” Jace wasn’t sure what he wanted to say. Every dirty word he knew fshed through his mind, but nothing could do justice to the pleasure running through his body.

  Liut slid one hand into Jace’s pants, skin touching skin, and the tip of his finger circled the twitching rim. Breathing out a moan, Jace didn’t know if he wanted to thrust forward into the heat of Liut’s throat or back so that finger breached inside and stretched him.

  The decision was made for him—Liut plunged into the ring of muscles and the force of it made Jace rock into the wetness, the tip hugged by the tight heat. Jace bit down on his lip, roughly, the pain making his eyes prickle with tears. He hung his head, silver hair pooling over the ground, and closed his eyes tight.

  He couldn’t do this, truly. Jace was no animal, but he felt like one—shoving his cock into Liut’s mouth and then pulling back only to feel the finger press on his prostate. Back and forth, how could anyone stop when both of the most sensitive parts were subjected to this? The inner walls twitched around Liut’s fingers, the stretch and fullness only rivaled by the wet slide over Liut’s tongue.

  It was too intense, too graceless and too obscene. Jace had never had it done to him, never experienced something like this before. He rutted back and forth, lost in his pleasure, a mindless creature chasing the most carnal of desires.

  And Liut only encouraged him. Pushed him harder, deeper, swallowed around him and then rubbed his prostate right at the same time. The gurgling noise, the way he choked but still didn’t care enough to stop, only hollowed his cheeks and thrust his finger so it hit the bundle of nerves and made Jace tremble all over.

  Then Liut added the second finger; they were thick and long and stretched Jace’s hole so well Jace felt tears running down his face.

  “Liut, it’s—fuck—it’s too much,” he sobbed, wood digging into his skin and thoughts a mess.

  As if to punish him for giving up too soon, Liut pushed the tip of his tongue into the slit and scissored his fingers, stretching the rim so it hurt.

  “Ah, fuck!”

  Jace was an animal. The pain blew up, snapped him, and like a dumb fucking animal that he was, Jace pressed his ass back, so the fingers dug deeper into him. The angle was all wrong, they didn’t even hit the prostate, but simply the feeling of them buried inside forced a sob out of him.

  The ft tongue licked a stripe over his underside, then the lips captured the tip. Liut curled his fingers and pressed down, right where it mattered, the hot spike of pleasure going through every nerve.

  Jace couldn’t even warn him. Fuck, he wasn’t prepared himself; it hit him like a wave of a tsunami. Shuddering and shaking, he came, spilling into Liut’s mouth and biting down on his hand because the moan he tried to suppress would be heard all the way to Lodgerod.

  Stomach contracting, he trembled as Liut sucked him dry, catching everything Jace’s spent body could give.

  What the hell.

  All strength leaving him, Jace barely managed to direct his fall to the side so he wouldn’t crush Liut. He stared up at the countless pines swaying in the wind and, honestly, what the hell.

  “You taste nice,” Liut commented, his voice raspy and hoarse.

  The spirals of branches and needles rustled, high up, too distant and too close.

  “What the hell,” Jace murmured, out loud.

  A soft chuckle rang over the whispering trees and Liut’s smiling face blocked Jace’s view. His lips were puffy, a drop of cum at the corner, drool wet on his chin, eyes reddened and cheeks flushed.

  “No, truly, I never swallowed before,” Liut continued, his gaze shining as if he’d won a thousand gold.

  Jace looked up at him, still feeling the aftershocks of his orgasm.

  “You monster,” he muttered. “Who even taught you that?” If Jace had read a smut chapter like that, he would’ve remembered it.

  Grinning wider, Liut cockily pyed with his eyebrows. “I possess a great amount of innate abilities.”

  He was so annoying! And hot! And absolutely gorgeous!

  Jace groaned and csped his hand over Liut’s nape, brought him down and crashed their lips in a kiss. He could taste himself on Liut’s tongue. His cum tasted like regur cum, salty and musky, nothing special. But when it was in Liut’s mouth, Jace didn’t care.

  Something poked Jace’s stomach and Liut hissed into the kiss.

  Life force poured into Jace, the revitalizing power of spite fueled him right up. He grabbed Liut’s hard and leaking cock and squeezed, so Liut broke the kiss and cursed.

  “You cocky bastard, I shall rip you to shreds,” Jace threatened, clutching at the base.

  “Jace,” Liut heaved, “love,” he pleaded. “Is that how you thank me?”

  With a wide grin, Jace gnced up at Liut and batted his shes.

  “Oh, I will thank you wonderfully.”