Chapter 359: About Time.

Chapter 359: Chapter 359: About Time.

​" I’ll eat it ," Khobi hurriedly assures him, because he skipped breakfast and he’s hungry, and not at all because he doesn’t want to make him feel bad.

And even though the bread is way too thick, and there are things in it that Khobi wouldn’t normally put in a sandwich, like it was assembled by someone who has clearly never made one before, it’s not bad.

​By the time Loac’s finished with his bath, Khobi’s finished his sandwich. He’s also made up his mind.

​(Well, he’d already made up his mind in the bath, hadn’t he?)

​Eventually, Loac comes out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel, skin damp and glistening and steam pouring off his body.

It strikes Khobi that he’s known this whole time how to run his own bath, but that hardly matters now.

What matters is what comes next.

Perched on the edge of the bed, Khobi watches him, eyes hungrily roving across his shirtless form.

Just as Khobi had envisioned, he’s covered in the same marks littering his own skin and he wets his lips as he follows the line down his throat and lets himself drink in every inch of bare skin he can lay his eyes on.

And when Loac glances his way, and catches him looking, he makes no secret of the fact that he’s been checking him out.

Still is.

Khobi’s eyes shamelessly rove lower; clinging on the sharp lines of his hips like if he stares hard enough and long enough that towel will just drop away.

​"...You’re doing it again," Loac whispers; the first to break the silence, his voice dipping dangerously low and striking up that intoxicating thrill in the depths of Khobi’s belly.

Expression contemplative, he takes a couple of slow, deliberate steps towards him; fingers absent-mindedly toying with the towel like it’s not the only thing standing between him and complete nakedness.

And like before, with the rain hammering down on the shutters and breaking the world outside, Khobi makes no move to stop him, and as he draws closer he lowers his gaze to Loac’s lips.

​"Doing what?" Khobi murmurs innocently, red eyes flitting up briefly to catch on his blue ones before deliberately dipping back.

​" ...Lookin’ like you want me to kiss you."

​Do it, then.

​This time, Khobi holds his gaze.

​"...And if I do?"

​The way Loac’s eyes change in that moment is something Khobi could watch on repeat and never tire of.

It’s arousing in a way he didn’t know was even possible, the way the fire within them illuminates that incandescent, electric blue, then smoulders away into something searing and hungry.

​" Good ."

​And just like that Loac’s mouth is on on him again; or maybe it was Khobi who moved first.

He’s not sure --has never been sure --and at this point it hardly matters.

There’s no uncertainty, no hesitation, just Loac’s lips firm and heavy and demanding his to part for his tongue, and his hands going straight for the buttons of his shirt.

​"I’ve been thinking about doing this all day," Loac whispers into his lips, catching him by the jaw so he can find that deep angle to kiss him at that makes Khobi’s head spin and cock throb, but the moment he sees Khobi’s chest; marred and marked by him, he descends teeth first to darken their purple to black.

​"Really," Khobi hums breathlessly, yanking at the towel slung around his hips until it falls away, and when he reaches down to palm him; to make sure there’s no misunderstanding his intentions, he finds him already hard.

​Perfect. He’s feeling a little impatient.

​"...Coz I’ve been thinking about something else."

​From the way Khobi abruptly finds himself shoved back into the mattress, with Loac’s hands hooking up under his thighs, urgently working him out of his pants, he’s not the only impatient one.

Hungry to have Loac’s hands back on him, Khobi arches up into him, not just giving him permission to touch, but begging him to.

He needs this like he’s never needed anyone in his life, and as Loac tears him out of his clothes and drags him up into his body, Khobi finds himself ravenously coaxing Loac’s tongue into his mouth; still as starving as if the night before had never happened.

​More, even, because it had.

​Some thirsts are unquenchable. Some hungers insatiable .

​The work Loac had done last night has paid off, and it’s not long before Khobi’s back on all fours again with his ass in the air, eagerly taking two of his fingers in nice and deep, as he makes sure he’s slick and loose and ready for him.

​"You’re awful quiet," Loac hums into the nape of his neck, and when he twists his fingers in the way he’s somehow already figured out makes him writhe, Khobi has to catch his pillow in his teeth to keep from keening.

​"The fucking... guards ...." Khobi grinds out, clenching the sheets in his fists and arching back into his touch; his body asking him to do it again.

"They’re right outside..."

​"Fuck the guards," Loac whispers in his ear, and does it again. Khobi gasps, sweat beading on his forehead as Loac mouths down his spine, fingers sliding in deep and making his entire body twitch with want, "I want to hear you."

​Shit, he’s figured out Khobi likes it when he talks. It’s hard to know if that’s a very good or a very bad thing.

​The two fingers shift to just one, and the sudden loss of pressure within him draws a low, displeased whine from Khobi’s throat.

That makes Loac chuckle into his skin; the fucking tease.

And like he knows just exactly how Khobi’s cursing him in his thoughts, the steady thrust of his finger suddenly becomes much more shallow, until instead of reaching deep it’s just lightly pressing --just lightly playing with his ass --barely even dipping inside.

Khobi’s hips immediately cant towards him; desperately craving penetration, but Loac knows that game, and catches his hips in both hands to hold him still.

And then, to add insult, he pulls the flesh of his ass wide and starts grinding his slicked erection up against the loosened, twitching muscles; knowing exactly what it is he wants and where he wants it but not giving it to him. Not yet.

​"Go on, Khobi," Loac taunts, opening him up with just the tip of his cock, and the deep timbre of his voice combined with the promise of the stretch he’s desperate for makes Khobi’s body curl with want .

"Say my name." And then with a hand in Khobi’s hair, he snaps his hips and drives deep inside him until his skin’s flush against his ass.

The sudden fullness has Khobi’s back bowing and his body tightening, and a ragged moan tears itself from his throat. And Khobi doesn’t want to, doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction, but then he sinks his teeth into his shoulderblade and grinds his hips again; rough and carnal, and just right and Khobi can’t help but clench his eyes tight and throw back his head and –

​" – Loac, fuck ! "

​He feels teeth against his skin and knows instinctively that Loac’s grinning. And he tries to swallow down the sounds, really he does, because Loac’s ego is too much as it is without him needing to know just how good he’s making him feel, but Loac knows what he’s doing, and how to do it best to him, and once the moans start, they just don’t stop.

​...

​Outside, Montrel and Gandy freeze.

​"...Did you just hear...?" Gandy whispers, and like he doesn’t want him to finish that thought, Montrel is quick stop him dead in his tracks.

​"I heard." Neither of them ask what it was, because there’s no mistaking that it was Loac’s name in Khobi’s voice, and there’s just no misunderstanding the thick, desperate way it was gasped into the air.

​It comes again.

Louder, this time.

And in their stunned, paralysed silence, they catch the distinct, heavy drum of a headboard beating against a wall.

​"Are they... ?" Montrel deadpans, and clearly Gandy has just had the exact same realization because he is quick to confirm, "Oh, they totally are."

​They remain standing there for a couple of uncomfortable moments; the sounds rising from the room beyond growing ever louder and ever more...enthusiastic.

​"...We can watch the door from down the hall, right?" Gandy suggests weakly, cringing with his entire being as he hears another long, drawn out moan. Montrel hurriedly nods, already turning tail to retreat to a safe distance, because while not every word is distinguishable through the door, it’s not too difficult to get the general gist.

Far more vividly than he’d like, in fact. "Yeah, I reckon so," he agrees, and Gandy dramatically crams both hands over his ears in an attempt to drown out the distinctive sounds of pleasure starting to echo through the hall.

​"Well it’s about fucking time ."