Chapter 363: Well...Congratulations.

Chapter 363: Chapter 363: Well...Congratulations.

And what’s even less fair is the way Khobi licks his lips, and starts slowly backing down Loac’s body; eyes never leaving his, not even for a moment.

Not even when he takes his cock in his hand, or when he’s nestled neatly between his thighs; but as he brushes his lips along the length of Loac’s erection, his eyes sink closed.

Loac’s pulse instantly jumps, and his hips reflexively jump with it to press the head of his cock insistently against Khobi’s lips.

​He’s pretty sure he hears Khobi moan , but then he’s taking his cock into his mouth and Loac suddenly isn’t sure of anything anymore, and he has to resist the urge to let his head loll back because he doesn’t want to miss a second of Khobi fucking Frost sucking him off; his mouth stretched wide and obscene around him.

​Loac lets out a string of curses as Khobi’s hands start roving over his hips, his thighs, around the base of his cock, clenching and dragging as he sets about drawing him deep into his throat.

He starts agonisingly slow; tongue leisurely dragging up his shaft before plunging back down, deeper each time until he has him completely swallowed. It’s tight and wet , and Khobi looks so fucking hot with a cock in his mouth that with a guttural groan, Loac curls both hands into his hair and bucks.

​Eyes still sunk shut, Khobi fucking moans .

The sound reverberates around Loac’s cock, carrying pleasure all the way up his body, and when those red eyes open to peer up through his eyelashes at him with unadulterated lust he nearly comes right there and then.

His thighs clench and his hips jerk again off their own accord, fucking up into Khobi’s throat hard enough to make him gag.

​But he doesn’t.

​Instead, a wicked, wild glint flares up behind his eyes, and Loac decides to interpret that as permission to keep going. So he does; snapping his hips again, and again, until there’s an endless stream of those incredible, unfairly hot moans engulfing his crotch and pleasure rapidly and insistently building in his gut.

​" – Khobi ," Loac warns, panting as he tugs on his hair with urgency. Khobi answers him with a particularly hard suck that brings him dangerously close to the edge.

Choking out a fractured curse, he pulls him up and off; Khobi’s lips and tongue trailing away damp and hungry along the length of his cock.

​He barely recognises his own voice, "I’m gonna –"

​Khobi ignores him and goes right back down, lips parting to take him into his throat once more and Loac’s back arches and his hips jerk, shoving his cock impossibly deep as his orgasm hits him hard and fast like it’s being torn from his body.

And Khobi takes him for every drop, stroking him through each throb until he’s spent and shaking.

And then when he finally pulls off Loac’s cock, mouth smeared with a glistening mixture saliva and come, he gathers his tongue around his lips and lets out a low, ragged breath.

​"....Haven’t done that in a while," he declares hoarsely, voice raw and absolutely wrecked. Loac swallows weakly, running a hand back through his hair with Khobi’s come drying on his heaving chest as he slowly edges back up his body, lips shiny and damp and his expression no less hungry for having just eaten.

​Could’ve fuckin’ fooled him.

​"You gonna do it again?" Loac hums, dragging his fingers up along the rich contours of Khobi’s arms to take him by the jaw.

A quick glance down between their bodies reveals that Khobi’s already hard again.

​"...Maybe if you ask nicely," Khobi taunts with a smirk, and Loac instinctively reaches out draw him in by his hair, and kisses him again.

​All this time, he’s been searching for something –anything –to light a fire in him. And he’s not sure exactly when but at some point it started burning again, and has not stopped since.

​...

​Finally, the day comes that Khobi gets a different visitor.

​" I knew it !" Rogard declares triumphantly, striding into the room like its his the moment the door swings open.

He immediately makes a beeline for Khobi; kicked back on one of the comfy chairs having a snack he saved from breakfast for when he got bored, and jabs an accusatory finger at him, " I knew you wanted in Loac’s pants!"

​Oh good. It’s not exactly the reaction Khobi had been expecting, but just like that, any hope Khobi had that Rogard hadn’t heard instantly evaporates.

Honestly, Khobi’s been dreading this moment for days.

The soldiers have been tactically keeping Yacka away from the night watch but he’s not the only soldier with a big mouth. It was only a matter of time before word reached Rogard’s ears.

​The pleading look Khobi sends back at Mural goes ignored. " –Good luck," the guard tells him sagely, and closes the door.

​"...Uh, congratulations?" Khobi’s not sure exactly exactly what he’s looking for here. This does not seem to placate Rogard in the slightest; in fact he looks contrite, like he had expected Khobi to fight him on this and is annoyed that he didn’t even try.

He figures it’s a bit late for that now. The lack of denial takes some of the wind out of his sail, but clearly Rogard is less than impressed with him.

He’s not mad at him per se, but he is certainly not pleased to be the last to know about Khobi shacking up with Loac (seemingly) out of nowhere.

His words obviously; Khobi would never call it that, because that’s not what’s happening. Although when pressed –and Rogard presses –for what exactly is happening then, Khobi...comes up blank.

​"We’re just..." His nose wrinkles because Rogard always makes things sound so weird, but he doesn’t really know what to tell him, because really, he’s not all that sure himself.

Things with Loac just kind of... happened .

And kind of just kept happening.

​"... Just ...?" Rogard prompts, eyebrow raised as Khobi trails off; looking for the right word.

​"... Fucking ," he eventually decides, before Rogard comes up with something worse. It sounds about right.

"Sometimes."

​"Every night seems awful often for sometimes ," Rogard muses cheekily, and then smirks Khobi’s way as he groans and buries his face in his hands.

Seriously , what have the other guys been telling him?