Chapter 351: I’m Not Done With You.

Chapter 351: Chapter 351: I’m Not Done With You.

Loac lunges up at the same time Khobi swoops down, and as their lips meet and their bodies start to move, the gravity that’s brought them here changes form.

​Here, in this moment, there’s no push.

​Only pull.

​And oh, how destructively it pulls; drawing Khobi’s hips up and then driving them back down, again and again, until he’s riding Loac with abandon, gasping as he finds a rhythm and an angle he likes.

It urges Loac to move with him; to bring him to the point of desperation, his cock delving into and dragging against the places inside him that have gone neglected too long.

And Khobi eagerly swallows him up; writhing, grinding, rocking --anything to take him deeper and bring the pleasure building within him to new heights.

​The lust burning within him has turned savage in its captivity, and it wants to feed .

It wants everything Loac has to offer him and it wants it with a ferocity it has has never wanted anything before.

So when, with his toes curling and his back arching, Loac ups the pace, snapping his hips up into him just as desperate and just as ferocious, Khobi welcomes it wholeheartedly.

​"Harder, fuck . Loac harder, " he groans desperately, braced against the headboard with his hands clenching so tight his knuckles have turned white.

And with a savage growl that Khobi feels in his blood as much as his ears, Loac hauls him off his cock and throws him on his back, descending on his throat again as he pushes his cock back inside him.

And when he hooks an arm under him, dragging him tight against his body and then fucks him; deep, rough, and perfect, Khobi arches off the bed, head snapping back with a whine so high and wretched it barely sounds like his own voice.

​That’s it.

​"Fuck, yes. "

​Just like that .

​He doesn’t even realise he’s said it out loud until Loac does it again; thrusting his hips up into him so hard, fucking him so deep that the bed slams against the wall.

​And suddenly, the pleasure coursing through his veins isn’t just sparks, it’s lightning , tearing his body apart from the inside, and as he scrabbles along the rich planes of Loac’s body for purchase, his nails grab, tear, rends his flesh, leaving thick red lines and making Loac shudder around Khobi’s tongue.

​It feels.

​So.

​Good .

​There’s something primal to the way Loac’s hips snap up into him again; more grind than thrust, and Khobi loses his mind .

He sinks his teeth into Loac’s neck as the beating of the bed against the wall intensifies, stroking himself; cock leaking against his belly with pleasure coiling, building, rising within him like a wave hurtling towards the shore.

And when Loac leans in to kiss him hot and breathless, whispering against his lips how good he feels and how good he sounds, and tells him to come for him, Khobi comes undone .

There’s such raw desire dripping in his words and in the fathomless depths of eyes, that Khobi’s entire body convulses , and with his cock buried deep inside him, working him into a frenzy, it’s somehow too much and not nearly enough.

​It feels like Loac wants to devour him, and Khobi wants nothing more than to let him; to be taken until there’s nothing left.

​The angle changes; the rhythm changes, and Loac hooks one of his legs high up over him, fingers skating up his thigh, and Khobi gasps, pants, clings to him as he feels his cock hardening still; coming close.

Loac’s strung completely taut, sweat dripping off his chin and Khobi’s palms sweaty and slick on his back as the heavy beat of his hips against Khobi’s ass grows more frantic.

​" Fuck, Khobi ..." Loac chokes out, and just like that the waves crash upon the shore in a flash of brilliant, electric blue and Khobi comes; his body tightening, quivering, clenching , and his cock pulsing as he spills thick and heavy across his chest.

And with no breath left in his lungs for one final cry, Loac’s name spills from his lips in a whisper.

​"Loac."

​The orgasm that wracks his body is dizzying, and leaves Khobi feeling high and weightless.

Distantly, Khobi’s aware that Loac’s still moving; his breath hot and laboured on his collar and his fingers clinging to him as if Khobi’s body is all that he has left in the world.

And as his consciousness slips back into his body, Khobi feels Loac’s orgasm hurtling towards him as if it’s his own.

Bed quaking beneath them, Khobi’s vision comes back into focus just in time to see Loac’s eyes sink closed the way he remembers; jaw falling open, body jerking, and his hips straining up into him.

And when he comes, he comes hard , spilling deep inside him, and Khobi moans breathily as he feels the heady pulse of his orgasm, hitting him so viscerally it’s like he comes again with him.

​With a groan, the tension from Loac’s body evaporates. And like the shutters have been thrown wide open, the wind abruptly rushes back into Khobi’s lungs and he too, goes slack against the bed.

​He’s fucking shaking .

​Chest heaving and heart still pounding out his chest, he runs a hand back through his hair and gulps in air as Loac catches himself on his elbows; forehead slick with sweat where it’s pressed against his.

​For a moment there time just...stops, and suddenly there’s nothing beyond this room, and nothing else within but them. All there is, as they breathe each other’s air and taste each other’s lips and quiver with aftershocks as the tidal high of orgasm settles back to calm, is the blue of Loac’s eyes and the heat of his skin pressing down on him.

​"Fuck," Khobi breathes, as Loac peers down his naked body, gazing at the mess he’s left on himself and at the mess Loac’s made of him.

Because what else is there to say?

​That was fucking unbelievable . He’s never been fucked like that in his life; never felt pleasure like that.

But even as it begins to ebb away, the sparks, and the current they so flow on linger, and he feels the familiar, nagging ache of desire strike up in his gut all over again.

It’s been too long since he lost himself in someone; since he let the raging lust within him run wild and rampant until it had eaten its fill. And once released it is a beast not easily satisfied.

Judging from the way Loac leans back in to mouth up his jaw; thick clouds hovering around the edges of his blue eyes, ready to descend again, he’s no different.

​"...Sounds good to me," he whispers, carding a hand back through Khobi’s hair and yanking to expose his throat for him, "...Coz I’m not done with you."

​There’s just no stopping the way Khobi’s body arches up into him.

Loac’s body feels incredible and he knows how to make him feel good; knows what it does to him when he kisses him like this and works him rough like that.

So with his hands curling in Loac’s hair, his hips start moving again, grinding as he feels Loac’s cock throbbing back to life; letting him know that as much as Loac isn’t done with him, Khobi is nowhere near done with him, either.

​He wants more .

​Needs more.

​Needs Loac .

​This time, he’s gonna ride him until he comes, so that he can watch him fall to pieces beneath him.

​An agonised sigh escapes Loac’s lips on a shudder; raw and visceral and full of longing, and like a man possessed he thrusts up into Khobi again, bearing down on him with all his weight and all his fire.

​"You want me to fuck you again, Khobi?" Loac whispers as he fucks him into the mattress, voice raw and ragged and the light bursting out from the darkness in his eyes nothing short of breathtaking.

The sparks again, filling his blood and his gut and his cock, begging to be struck alight again.

The bed stills just long enough for Khobi to drag his nails down his back in silence, as he whispers back, "What do you think?"

It’s the right answer. The only answer, even, and one that has Loac pulling out and urging Khobi onto all fours so that he can take his hips in his hands and grinds his cock up against his ass.

He’s still slick, and Khobi is dripping , and they both shudder as the tip nudges against his ass, so close to opening him up again.

Already bracing himself against the headboard, because he knows how this works, Khobi angles his hips back, trying to fuck himself on his cock, but Loac tuts as he drapes himself over his back.

​"...I’m gonna fucking wreck you," Loac declares; voice turned to that low purr that does terrible, devious things to his body, and the wildfire burning vibrant in Khobi’s red eyes suddenly turns luminous, and challenging.

And he’s not to know it, but that white hot light blazing within them is exactly the heat that Loac has spent so long searching for.

​"...You can try ."