Chapter 350: Ignite His Spark.

Chapter 350: Chapter 350: Ignite His Spark.

They crash to the bed in a messy tangle; Loac groaning as he bites marks into Khobi’s collarbones and he works his pants open, and then off when Khobi cants his hips off the bed to let him.

And then when finally, he’s completely naked, splayed bare against the bedsheets before him, Loac sits back on his haunches; pants still drenched from the rain and drawn tight around the erection swollen between his legs and just stares .

​Starving, and with eyes blown so black Khobi can no longer glimpse even a sliver of blue, Loac rakes his gaze from the flush of Khobi’s face down the contours of his chest, to the heavy erection resting ready and wanting against his belly.

And with his chest heaving and his breath shaking, he reaches out with one hand to lightly trace Khobi’s lower lip; touch so light it makes Khobi shiver and want to chase it with his teeth.

The finger descends, ghosting down over the new dark marks his teeth have left on his skin and then lower still, dragging over his collarbone and down.

Eyes dark and contemplative, he circles one of Khobi’s nipples until it peaks then continues on, gliding down over his abs, to graze down the full length of his cock.

​Khobi’s whole body throbs .

And as his hips shift against the bedsheets, his knees fall open invitingly, and when Loac’s gaze dips lower again; drinking in the sight of Khobi laid bare and aching for him, he licks his fucking lips .

​He’s barely even fucking touched him and already Khobi’s on the verge of coming.

​But Loac’s not finished.

Catching Khobi’s gaze, he drags a hand up his own thigh; the fabric of his pants pulled flush against the line of his cock, and Khobi’s mouth runs desperately, helplessly dry as he watches his fingers glide up his own body, over his chest, all the way up to his chin.

And when his middle finger disappears past his lips; swallowed up by his tongue, Khobi’s eyes blow wide and he fucking pants .

It’s obscene, the way Loac takes his finger deep into his mouth, and when it leaves his lips slick and gleaming, he brings his hand down between Khobi’s legs to dip inside him.

​A soft sigh of relief escapes him.

​Finally .

It’s been so long that even with how desperately he wants more it takes a while for Loac to work him open; circling and teasing him and making him twitch before diving back in.

And all the while his mouth never stops; on his throat and then on his lips, and then against his ear, telling him in whispers how good he feels and how good he’s gonna fuck him, and as much as Khobi had hoped Loac would never find out just what his voice does to him, from how his body responds in shivers and shudders and the way his words make his cock throb under his touch, there’s now absolutely no chance he doesn’t.

So by the time Loac withdraws to rifle for something under the bed Khobi is coiled so tight from just one finger that he’s almost grateful to be able to sag back into the pillows and cool down.

​But Loac is quick to return, and this time he goes straight for two; pressing in with his fingers slick and sure.

The stretch makes Khobi’s breath hitch and his hands clench down in the bedsheets as his body clenches down around Loac’s fingers.

Two feels much better, especially the expert way Loac uses them; probing, stretching him, working in deep. And when the finds the spot that has Khobi cursing and gasping out his name in equal measure he grins, and goes straight for his cock to stroke him from the inside and out.

​Three leaves Khobi wound to within an inch of his life. With his chest heaving and sweat beading on his brow he looks an absolute mess, and as he grinds his hips down against Loac’s hand, moaning, his nails catch on his forearms and drag .

​It feels so good . So good that as Loac takes one of his nipples between his teeth at the same time he twists his fingers inside him, Khobi suddenly finds himself hurtling towards release.

​Not yet .

​Eyes snapping open, Khobi shoots out a hand to clench his fingers tight around Loac’s wrist.

​" Loac. " His name comes out sounding ragged, and from the way pinpricks of light gleam in Loac’s eyes; bright and manic, it pleases him greatly. "...If you keep doing that I’ll come."

​And as badly as he wants that and for as much as he’s been craving that release, he wants to come around his cock.

​"...Isn’t that the idea?" Loac murmurs back, smirking into his throat, and then he presses and Khobi chokes out a curse , writhing against the bedsheets and gripping them tight.

So with eyes blazing, Khobi grabs him by the hair and wrenches him in to kiss him so hard and desperate that it makes Loac groan into his mouth.

And when Khobi drags a hand down the length of his chest, fingers greedily coursing over the taut lines of his body, to reach into his pants for his cock, he finds him impossibly hard and leaking for him.

Like he’s just as impatient for this as Khobi.

​His cock feels amazing; heavy and hot against his palm that the words just slip out.

​" Hurry up and fuck me ."

They feel strangely familiar. He’s not sure why; he’s pretty sure he’s never said them before, to anyone, but they make Loac’s cock twitch and his eyes darken with unrestrained desire.

Desire so ravenous and all-consuming in a way that no one has ever looked at him before that Khobi can’t stand it a moment longer.

Breathing coming fast and hoarse, he roughly pushes Loac away from him and then onto his back; dragging his pants down off his hips and away before abruptly bringing a hand to Loac’s cock.

It looks as good as it feels and Khobi swallows thickly as he wraps his hand around it and feels it pulse in his grasp.

Just a couple of strokes has him leaking all over Khobi’s hand, and when he lets out a guttural moan, Khobi realises that even though he’s barely even touched him, Loac already looks a fucking mess; his hair a wreck from Khobi’s hands in it and his throat a messy mire of fresh, dark marks from his tongue and his teeth, and he suddenly finds himself wanting to put his mouth on him and take him into his throat and see just how much of a mess he can make of him.

But if Loac comes before he’s given him what he wants, he’s gonna be pissed .

​Although, from the way Loac gazes up at him, lips damp and parted like he still hasn’t yet had his fill of him, and the fires burning in his eyes are so hot they’re positively steaming, Khobi has nothing to worry about.

​And as much as he’d love to have his mouth stretched around Loac’s cock, there’s something else he’s been aching for so much more.

Loac seems to get that, so when Khobi swings up into lap to straddle him, he works the remaining slickness on his hands onto his cock, so that he’s ready for when Khobi reaches behind himself to guide him in.

​So thick .

​It’s Khobi’s turn to lick his lips, and when he feels the blunt head press up against his ass his hips immediately start to grind down on their own accord, eager to take him; hungry to be filled.

​So good .

​Loac’s chest heaves with anticipation; hands coming up to rest on his hips as Khobi descends , slowly taking Loac’s cock inside him inch by delicious inch.

The stretch makes his body quake but it’s in the best of ways –in exactly the way he’s been aching for –and when his ass finally touches down against Loac’s hips he drops his head back and moans, thick and loud and without restraint.

Loac groans with him, fingers digging in to pull him down as he grinds up and deep, and a long, guttural whine escapes Khobi’s lips.

​Yes .

​Savouring every inch, Khobi starts to roll his grinds; grinding with his entire body and relishing the heavy sensation of fullness and how wide Loac’s got him stretched.

And as his clouded gaze drops to lock with Loac’s, a fierce, wild glimmer pierces the fog, and the hunger looming up in the darkness of his red eyes is reflected right back at him in Loac’s blue.

In his chest, his pulse skyrockets; hammering so fast it feels like his heart is trying to lift him up and away. Scratch any other time Khobi had thought he looked hot.

Because laid out naked beneath him, with the dark chasms of his eyes open to infinity and his gorgeous dusky skin flushed red and glistening, there is no question that this is the most devastating Loac Trent has ever looked.

​And just like that, the sparks between them ignite .