The tear in his eye slid down his cheek. Kid was embarrassed. Now Treycore knew that he was getting to him.
Treycore pressed his lips against Kid's, stirring a surge of heat that combatted the heat of his fury and rage.
Kid's mind told him to attack, but all he could do was kiss Treycore back. Treycore’s hot breath rushed across Kid’s upper lip and tickled the tip of his nose.
No,Kid thought.I don't want to fuck you. You're an asshole! I hate you!
But as much hate as he felt for Treycore, he couldn't stifle the inexplicable sexual pull that made him want to be fucked by this beautiful creation. His penis filled, expanding rapidly. Treycore's monstrous bulge stroked against the jean barrier between them. Their lips opened wider. They pressed their lips closer together.
Treycore nibbled on Kid's bottom lip. It was painful—so painful that Kid thought it would bleed.
He wished it hurt more.
He moaned.
Treycore released Kid’s wrists. He wrapped his arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. Attempting to gain some control over the kisses, Kid set his hand on Treycore’s cheeks, caressing his thumb against the tiniest of bristles.
Treycore’s lips retreated. His nose slid along Kid’s cheek. Moisture and breath mixed across Kid’s earlobe as Treycore’s tongue assaulted it.
Kid rolled his head back, slamming it against the tree. A rush of pain ran from the point of impact to his upper back. It was intense, almost immobilizing. It wasn’t the sort of pain he desperately wanted Treycore to force on him, but he wasn't going to allow it to separate him from the passion of this moment. He wanted Treycore. Heneededhim.
Treycore left Kid's ear and offered intense kisses down his neck. Biting, sucking, licking. He pressed his pelvis against Kid's, squashing him against the tree.
Kid ground his teeth. The combination of the pain from his ass being smashed into the hard surface and the immortal pressure that was crushing his pelvis—making his penis feel like it was a nearly bursting balloon—was brutal. He released Treycore's face and balled his hands into fists. He could endure the pain. He'd done it plenty of times before. And this was a pain he wanted…a pain he ached for. It stirred a rush of electricity that ran from his hips to his chest, exciting him.
Treycore slid his hands under the back of Kid's T-shirt. He stroked up and down, digging his fingers into his flesh. The pressure was so intense that it rubbed Kid’s skin raw. Kid rolled his head against the bark and groaned through clenched teeth.
Treycore pulled one hand back out from under Kid's shirt. He snatched Kid's neck, stifling his breath. It snapped Kid out of his pleasure.
His eyes flashed to a red-faced, jaw-clenched Treycore. What was happening? Had he done something wrong? Was Treycore mad at him?
Treycore’s lips covered his.
Kid's face turned scarlet. As much as his body urged him to breathe, there was something so erotic about Treycore controlling his breath, his life, and he didn't want it to end.
Treycore gripped even tighter around his neck. Now, Kid couldn't breathe at all. He felt light-headed. If Treycore maintained his grip, he was going to pass out. Spots danced around the jungle and Treycore's head as Kid felt his consciousness steadily slipping away.
The spots grew larger and darker.
Treycore released his grip.
Kid instinctively pulled away from Treycore's lips, gasping for air.
Treycore’s fingers wrapped around the back of his head and pulled him back into their embrace.
Kid pulled away. He didn’t have a choice. His instincts wouldn’t allow him to put himself in danger again, even though he wanted it so desperately.
Treycore maintained his control, keeping his lips right before Kid’s as he sniffed. Kid felt disgusting. He knew he smelled foul to higherlings.
As Treycore's lips returned to his, that thought vanished. This time, Treycore's kiss was soft. It was a relief to Kid's lips, which were starting to feel numb from the intensity of Treycore's previous oral assaults.
Heat and pressure built in Kid’s chest. His penis was hard…painfully hard. It felt like he'd been blue-balling for months and needed relief.
They stroked their pelvises against each other. The stimulation only made the sensation even more unbearable. His body, in an attempt to save him from pain and torture, urged him to escape, prodding him to the side.
His heel hit a root stretching out from the bottom of the tree trunk. He fell back. The tail of his spine slammed against a pointed rock.
He shouted. Another surge of pain. Not the sort he craved from Treycore. Just wildly uncomfortable.
