Chapter 419: Breaking Rules.

Chapter 419: Chapter 419: Breaking Rules.

Fuck.

​That’s all Khobi can think. Given the blissed out daze he’s currently found himself in, he’s actually kind of surprised he can even think at all. He’s already become intimately acquainted with Loac’s prowess in the bedroom, but that was something else.

​" Fuck ," Khobi croaks aloud, chest heaving from exertion as he sags into the mattress. He’s still reeling; still coming down from the heights of ecstasy.

There’s still pleasure loose in his veins; so all consuming and all encompassing that he’s no longer sure where it’s centered anymore.

His lips, his cock, his ass; every part of him is still throbbing with post-orgasm aftershocks, and it feels good , "That was..."

​Something else.

​He doesn’t say it, but Loac seems to catch his meaning.

​"... Mind blowing ?" he generously supplies, and Khobi catches a sliver of blue as Loac cracks an eye to give him an appreciative once over, "...The best you’ve ever had?"

​" Ugh, shut up ," Khobi complains without heat, dragging a shaking hand back through his hair.

It comes away drenched in sweat. Loac’s lips curl up into an arrogant grin, but he’s panting just as bad; just as much of a sweaty, spent mess as Khobi is –his skin glossy and his belly streaked with Khobi’s come.

​"...Are we good or what?" Loac just smirks back good-naturedly, smugly tucking his arms up behind his head to show off as he basks in the rich afterglow; biceps rippling.

It has the desired effect of drawing Khobi’s gaze the full length of his entire body, down over his heaving chest to his cock softening between his thighs.

​Cocky fuck .

​But he’s not wrong. And suddenly, the residual currents of pleasure beginning to diminish in his system aren’t enough. Khobi wets his lips, gaze flitting back up to lock with his invitingly.

In an instant Loac’s rolling back towards him, bearing down on him with a fresh tempest of desire swirling in his eyes. He knows what it means when Khobi looks at him like that.

​"...You wanna go again?" he whispers devilishly, and Khobi’s breath hitches at the brush of skin on skin, his body eagerly arching up into him; yearning to fill the space between them.

It’s amazing how even after having had his hands on him everywhere, and so many times, just a touch can ignite him like this.

How the simple act of sinking his nails into the dark marks he’s bitten into Loac’s chest is enough to get Loac riled right back.

​" Only if you’re gonna do me like that again ," Khobi murmurs back huskily; sparks dancing and goosebumps rising across his skin as his nose lightly brushes up against Loac’s.

​"That good, huh?" Loac snickers, brushing back; smirking like he doesn’t know it was. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ

​Pressing him into the bed, Loac’s hands curl into the small of his back, dragging a heavy trail upwards as Khobi offers his throat to his teeth, and he moans greedily as Loac’s lips mouth at him, pressing kisses up into his pulse.

The first are hungry and full of teeth and tongue and have him raking new marks down the ridges of Loac’s back, but then it’s the ones that come feather-light that leave Khobi breathless and curling with want and aching for more; aching to have Loac kiss him like that down his chest, down his spine, against his lips, between his legs.

The promise of heat in Loac’s tongue gets his blood roaring and stirs the wanting beast within him , but these fleeting, barely-there brushes are the ones that have it purring.

They don’t make him moan, they make him gasp; breath quivering as it enters his lungs in fragmented bursts.

​"Looks like you’re really feeling it today," Loac hums thickly into his collarbone, sounding pleased as he hooks a thigh up over his hip to trap himself against Khobi’s body.

Already back to rock hard, he ruts up against the mess he’s left where he last spilled inside him, and even though Khobi’s not been long filled; already loosened tonight, his ass clenches with anticipation at there being more to come.

​(What an idiot.)

​He should know that Khobi always feels it when it’s with him.

​"...What’re you gonna do about it?" he whispers huskily, dark clouds storming their way across his eyes; sparking with red.

His words make Loac groan against his dewy skin, lips dragging across the planes of his chest like he’s having some difficulty pulling away. Khobi gets that.

He has the same trouble with pulling away from Loac’s skin, too. He also doesn’t need to ask Loac to kiss him, because when his fingers skim up the damp ridges of his collarbones he intuitively knows that’s what he wants.

So when Khobi lifts his chin he’s already right there to swallow down his moans and kiss him until he’s senseless and on fire, and when Loac’s fingers aren’t entwined in his hair, digging into his hips or wrapped around his cock they fumble for his hands to lace with his.

​When they do, Khobi manages to escape from the onslaught of sensations threatening to overwhelm him just long enough to try and catch his eye, but Loac’s eyes have already sunk closed.

And as they move together again, tangled up in their bedsheets and each other and groaning for all the world to hear, blind pleasure builds within him to the point of oblivion and all else seems to matter.

...

​It is a very sheepish Khobi that hobbles into training that following morning. He’s not late –for once –but Drogger still looks like he has half a mind to send him packing.

So maybe they got a little carried away, and maybe Khobi should’ve just swallowed his pride and taken the day off, but he’s not missing today. Not on his life.

​Not on Binny’s official first day as a soldier.

...

It’s not uncommon for Drogger to receive requests for men to be considered for the castle guard.

Noblemen are always putting their son’s names forwards, and while the Captains are duty-bound to present any and every such name to the others for discussion, the beauty of the current system is that the decision to accept them into the ranks of the castle guard must be unanimous.

​It’s exceedingly rare for commoners to be recommended, but not unheard of.

​Servants, however...