Chapter 362: You Like Me As Much.

Chapter 362: Chapter 362: You Like Me As Much.

Loac learned very quickly that he really likes Khobi’s mouth.

He likes kissing him, and really, really likes being kissed by him.

On his lips or his throat or down his chest, it really doesn’t matter as long as it’s Khobi, and from the sounds he makes whenever Loac sets his lips on him–ranging from loud to breathy to downright sinful –he likes being kissed by him just as much.

He gets so into it, and not that his previous partners haven’t; Loac knows how to pleasure someone, but Khobi burns for him in a way the others never have, meeting him touch for touch and bite for bite.

He’s always been able to move with him like no one else has ever been able to move with him, and even though he’d had a hunch it would be the case, Loac had been pleased to discover that it was no different in bed.

​Khobi fucks with such fire –such hunger ; passion to the point of aggression like he’s feeling every moment, and that Loac’s not just something he wants but something he needs.

​It’s unbelievably hot. Hotter than Loac thought was even possible.

​(And isn’t Loac the same?)

​For all the strangers he’s tried to drown himself in over the years in his relentless pursuit of heat, none of them have ever left him feeling anything but cold.

But Khobi makes him burn . So hot and so wild that it feels like he could have him all night, every night, forever, and it would still never be enough.

​And that had been before the sex.

​As for now , well.

​He hadn’t expected that first night to go as it did. When he’d asked if he wanted to get out of the castle for a time, Loac hadn’t meant anything by it; he just hadn’t been able to stand seeing him looking so down, and that spot in the mountains had always made him feel better when the castle started to get suffocating. It had seemed to work for Khobi, too.

​He’d just...looked so happy. And seeing him like that, with snow in his hair and a sword in his hand and a dumb grin plastered all across his dumb face, it had...made really Loac happy too.

​(He’s never taken anyone there before.)

​Then later that night, when Khobi had looked at him the way he’d looked at him, Loac hadn’t been able to resist him a moment longer, because when the wild came calling for him, who was he to deny it?

​What a night. And then all the nights that followed.

​Right now, Loac’s got Khobi in his lap; fingers slick and circling, teasing him in the way that always gets him most worked up for him.

He’s worked out that Khobi likes riding him, and when he’s so good at it and looks so good doing it –with his head thrown back and his jaw slack with his hand fisted around himself –Loac’s more than happy to let him have his way.

He looks good on his back, too, come to think of it; legs wrapped up tight around him with those mesmerising red eyes glazed with pleasure and his nails dragging down Loac’s back.

​" Hurry up ."

​No surprises, Khobi’s impatient, too. Which makes it all the better teasing him. And for someone who gets all weird about getting caught having sex, he’s not at all shy while they’re having it.

​"Don’t worry, you’ll get what you want," Loac whispers into Khobi’s neck, granting him some reprieve by slipping the tip of his first finger inside him.

It slides in without much resistance; Khobi’s body’s used to this by now, but that first taste of penetration always makes him shudder like it’s been something he’s been waiting a lifetime for.

​"And what do you think I want?" Khobi murmurs back coyly, probably thinking he’s subtle with how he lightly circles his hips to start working Loac’s finger deeper.

​Loac chuckles, pressing his lips into against Khobi’s jugular and feeling it quicken under his tongue.

" Me , obviously." The words make Khobi twitch and clench around his finger, just as he knew they would, and he rewards the reaction by sinking right in up to his knuckle.

​" More ."

Loac knew he was going to say that. He always wants more. And he really, really likes giving it to him.

Usually he’d tease him a little more, but Khobi’s got a particularly ravenous look about him again tonight and there’s nothing Loac finds hotter than how badly he wants him.

So because he’s generous, he complies, but this time, as he starts pressing in a second finger like he always does, he catches a sharp intake of breath; different from how he usually sounds, and there’s something not quite right in the way his expression pinches.

Instinctively, he withdraws, and Khobi lets out a low, annoyed growl at the loss of contact.

​" Hey ," Loac rumbles lowly, dragging him in by his hair and nipping at his chin, "If it hurts, say something."

​" –I’m fine," Khobi mutters back, but he still winches a little when Loac brushes his fingers up against him like he’s feeling a little tender.

It’d be no wonder, given how insatiable he’s been. For all the care he’s taken to make sure he doesn’t hurt him, Loac’s definitely been working him pretty hard but only coz Khobi’s wanted to be worked so hard. For someone who had worked so hard at pretending he didn’t want him, Loac can’t keep Khobi off him.

​Not that that’s a bad thing. Not by a long shot. Loac’s stamina isn’t limited to the sparring ring.

​(He’d been pleased to learn that the same goes for Khobi.)

​"Don’t be an idiot," Loac snorts into his lips, shifting his attention from Khobi’s ass to his cock; already thick and dripping with need.

If Khobi thinks he’s gonna fuck him when he’s feeling raw, he really is an idiot. The hand around his cock seems to placate him some, and he loops his arms around his neck, instinctively bucking his hips into Loac’s touch.

​He really likes Khobi’s cock, too, so he wraps his free arm around his waist to draw him in flush against his body, nips along his jaw and then brings his lips to his ear and starts whispering as he strokes him, because he knows that Khobi likes that more than he lets on.

​"You like my cock that much?"

​Khobi groans, legs spreading wider either side of him. Loac feels those nails start to sink into his skin, and he smirks, ignoring the pounding ache building between his legs for now in favour of making Khobi writhe.

​" –Can’t even go one night without it?"

​A ragged gasp bursts out through Khobi’s lips and he surges in to smash his mouth against Loac’s in a misguided effort to silence him.

Khobi’s mouth feels so good on his; his lips parted and the plunge of his tongue firm and demanding, but he can multitask.

​" You like it when I fuck you ?"

​The hands wound in his hair start to tighten, and Khobi groans for him; moans his name into the crook of his neck as he comes, hips jerking under Loac’s touch as his cock pulses, throbs, and then spills across their bellies.

And Khobi kisses him the whole time; tongue hungry and insistent as he moves on top of him, and when he finally pulls back, panting, his red eyes are positively blazing .

​"What do you think?" Khobi growls against his lips, because even when they’re like this he never makes things easy, and the way he cards a hand back through Loac’s hair and then tugs , makes a low groan boil up at the base of his throat.

​Fuck, that’s not fair.