He groaned, his hardness brushing mine, a thousand fireworks of pleasure flaring at the touch.
With a quick shove, he pushed me back, his head diving lower, biting one nipple, then the other. I nearly leaped off the pallet at the sharp sensation, but his weight pinned me down.
“Ow!”
He nipped again.
I felt his smile against my chest.
“Not fair,” I whined, reveling in how his tongue now swirled around the offended nipple, soothing and teasing and licking and—
“Gods, that feels good,” I crooned.
His head ducked lower, kissing my stomach, then my hip, then the other hip, before landing on the head of my cock.
“This is the sword I’ve wanted to work on all day,” he growled.
I chuckled. “Yourbokken.”
“Nobokkenhere. My gods-damnedkatana.”
“Too much talk. Not enough sparring.”
The sensation of him laughing as he took me into his mouth was odd but not unpleasant.
Then all thoughts of swords orbokkenor sparring vanished. There was only Esumi, his mouth, and every flaming emotion I’d ever felt in my brief life blazing to life in my chest.
Up and down, his head moved, his wet lips slathering my skin with saliva, coating me, drenching me. He gripped my balls in his palm, tugged them down, forcing my cock to stand so erect, so taut, I wondered if it might slip free of my skin.
Teeth grazed about the sensitive head, just beneath the mushroom cap, sending fire up my spine.
“Esumi, damn it!”
His only answer was fingers pinching my already sore nipple.
I wanted to slap his hand away but couldn’t move. My cock was held captive between his lips, and nothing could ever make me pull back from that.
“Use my mouth,” he said as he gasped for air.
So I braced myself and pushed upward, driving myself deep into his throat.
He gagged, pulled back, then dove again, unwilling to stop.
I shoved in again.
This time he opened for me.
The whole of my length vanished, his hand gripping my balls so tight I saw stars.
But the pleasure mingled with pain was too much to sacrifice.
I thrust again and again and again.
“Gods, Es, I’m getting—”
“No, you aren’t,” he snarled, the sudden absence of his warmth leaving me feeling empty. Before I could think, he was straddling me, his frame towering over me.
I reached out and took his cock in my hand, stroking him, feeling him. He bobbed up and down, teasing my cock against his cheeks, letting it squeeze between them as he rocked.
