If Eft cared about being compared to the previous orcs Kesst had most enjoyed, he certainly didn’t show it. And instead, that beauty at his groin bobbed a little upward, as if to say,Yes. Good. Look at me. Touch me.
Gods destroy him, there was no possible way Kesst could resist that command, thatoffering— and he swallowed hard as he gently, carefully stroked a finger against it. Feeling it flex back against his touch, swelling even fuller, the skin at its head peeling fully down, showing off that tapered, glossy crown. And oh it was perfect, it was so gorgeous it hurt, and it needed more than touching, damn it, it needed to be lavished, adored, covered in Kesst’s scent and his worship —
And before he’d quite realized it, Kesst had scrabbled further downwards, kneeling between Eft’s sprawled thighs. Bending close over him, inhaling that prick’s delectable scent deep — and then gently, so gently, he settled his tongue to its base, and slowly, sweetly licked up.
It bobbed hard against Kesst’s tongue, in tandem with Eft’s satisfyingly deep groan — and Kesst again slid a hand up to Eft’s arm, making sure his magic was still working, still healing. And then flashing him a brief, approving smile, before ducking his head, and licking up again.
He’d used a little more pressure this time, revelling in the taste of that silken untouched skin beneath his tongue, in the way it shuddered even fuller and longer than before. Already sputtering out a bead of rich seed at the tip, like the beautifully obliging marvel it was, and Kesst was already there, catching that seed upon his tongue, groaning as the taste of it swarmed across his mouth. Oh, it tasted so good, tasted just like Eft, like his glorious magic made into mead, just for him, only for him…
Eft had moaned again too, the sound broken and harsh, and Kesst’s glance up at his face found his eyes wide, shocked, unblinking. But surely awed, too, or maybe even eager, the taste of his pain almost entirely faded now — so Kesst made a show of brazenly licking his lips, making that dazzling scent his, his,forever.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he murmured. “So good, love. Give me more?”
Eft groaned again, but oh, that perfect cock was already squeezing out more, giving Kesst exactly what he wanted. And Kesst slipped his fingers into those dark curls, circling around Eft’s base, holding that shocking length straight up toward his mouth. So Eft could watch him tasting it, could watch it ooze out sweet and thick upon his tongue.
“So good,” Kesst purred, between licks, as he let his hungry tongue learn that smooth head, let it stroke and flick and linger. Let himself smear the sweetness up and down and around, making the scent stronger and deeper, swarming the air with its richness. While his other hand belatedly dropped lower, between Eft’s thighs, finding — his eyes fluttered, hard — a pair of huge bulging bollocks, swollen full of seed, nearly too big to fit in his fingers.
“You — damned —menace,” Kesst gulped, as he frantically caressed them, rolled them between his fingers. “Don’t tell me you have huge loads, too.Don’t.”
But his eyes were surely pleading on Eft’s, his tongue still desperately licking, and Eft was still staring, still with that same awestruck wonder in his eyes and his scent. “I won’t,” he whispered, the utter bastard — and Kesst’s moan was more like a cry this time, his eyes squeezing shut. And suddenly he needed to know, needed to taste it, so urgently it was drowning everything else, please please please —
He set upon that cock with sudden, furious abandon, sucking it down, sinking it hard and deep into his throat. Only vaguely noticing how Eft shuddered and seized beneath him, because oh, he was in Kesst’s mouth, he was in histhroat, and Kesst could distantly taste his magic still working, still healing himself, even stronger than before. And Kesst could have sobbed at the feel of it, the truth of it, he’d barely even taken him halfway, godsdamn—
So he sucked deeper, harder, pouring into this everything he’d ever learned, everything he could possibly muster. Swirling his tongue, deepening the suction, convulsing his greedy throat around that hard delving head, taking it as deep as he possibly could. And also cradling and caressing those bollocks with one hand, while the other one began seeking, stroking, exploring. First Eft’s taut lower belly, then the hard line of his hipbone, then his big, softly furred thighs. And when those thighs trembled beneath Kesst’s touch, and perhaps even slightly parted, Kesst dared to delve his fingers lower, deeper between. To where many orcs wouldn’t tolerate being touched, most of all by a weak pretty wench like him…
But oh, Eft’s moan had only darkened, his knees spreading purposefully wider. And Kesst made a harsh, strangled sound around the cock in his mouth as he stroked and caressed and learned, as he found Eft’s soft puckered heat, felt it eagerly kissing back against him, fuck,fuck—
He moaned again, sucking, seeking, driving Eft’s hardness deeper into his spasming throat, while the tip of his finger gently nudged into that dark silken clutch. And the way Eft groaned and grasped at him, oh this was destroying him, it was ripping him open, flaying him alive, too much, too much…
His own seed surged up without warning, spewing out from his engorged cock with wild erratic desperation. Flashing Kesst with pulse after pulse of hard convulsing ecstasy, crushing him, consuming him, stealing away his scent his sight his heart —
And suddenly there was even more, more, because Eft was blowing out, too. Pouring down Kesst’s throat in a sharp furious blast of rich swarming heat, so strong and so thoroughly overwhelming that Kesst actuallychokedon it. His throat frantically, helplessly convulsing as that succulent, still-pouring nectar filled his mouth, spilled out his lips, pooled thick and messy down his chin…
But there was still more, still so much, and fuck, he waswastingit — and finally Kesst managed to recover enough to swallow again, to keep taking it down his throat. Not using any finesse now, just desperately sucking and slurping on that spraying head, like he’d never done this before in his life. Like their places had been reversed, andhehad somehow become the blushing, untouched innocent.
But once the flow had finally slowed, and Kesst had sucked out the last few drops and raised his head, Eft didn’t look innocent at all. In fact, he looked downright ravenous. Vicious.Victorious. His eyes blazing with hunger, his face flushed, his sprawled body painted with blood and — oh. With copious spurts of Kesst’s fresh seed. But Eft hadn’t even seemed to notice, and instead he was licking his lips, his tongue long and lingering as his eyes dropped to Kesst’s mouth.
He didn’t even need to say it, because Kesst’s shuddering, tingling body was already pushing up, closer — and then he slowly, carefully leaned in, and pressed his mouth to Eft’s. Their lips just brushing at first, so soft, so tentative — but oh, Eft’s kiss back was hard, sloppy, eager. His tongue swirling and seeking, tasting himself on Kesst, and Kesst couldn’t help his harsh, answering groan into Eft’s mouth, the greedy press of his body against him. As if saying,Yes, lick me, like me, drink me up, please, please…
And Eft was still obliging, artless and shameless, his slick tongue now dragging against the mess on Kesst’s chin, his cheeks, his jaw. While Kesst just kept leaning into it, shuddering, feeling his shaky hand spread against Eft’s shoulder, against something slippery, against —
Right. His own abundant mess, proof of how he’d once again blown — with impressive spread and distance — without even being touched. And Eft had stilled, following that, his gaze angling toward Kesst’s hand, the hunger again flashing through his eyes…
“Taste you, too?” Eft breathed, his tongue again brushing his lips. “Please?”
Oh. Oh. Kesst swallowed hard as he nodded, swiping his shaky finger into more of his own dripping mess, and bringing it to Eft’s waiting mouth. Watching as Eft sucked that finger with firm, fervent purpose, his eyes still blazing on Kesst’s — and then his beautiful magic suddenly studded into Kesst’s finger, swarming his entire hand with shivering, sparkling ecstasy.
Kesst moaned at the same time Eft did, their eyes still locked together, their bodies trembling beneath the strength of it. And it almost hurt to draw that finger away, to find more of his own seed on Eft’s skin, to slip it back between Eft’s lips — but oh, his reward was even more spectacular, more thought-shattering than before. Magic sparking and dancing, flooding him with warmth and affection and safety. Eft wanted this. Wanted him. Wanted to taste him. Wanted his scent on hismouth.
So Kesst kept going, kept feeding Eft his spent seed, lost in the dazed spinning wonder, in the unthinkable unreality of this moment. Until his hand, seeking a little lower, somehow came back with something red on it. With… with Eft’s blood.
“Wait,” Kesst croaked, his head shaking, while his blunted, distant thoughts suddenly roared to life again. “Wait. You are not —not— supposed to be —”
His other hand had belatedly gripped back to Eft’s arm, still feeling that magic working, healing — but it was damned well supposed to be stronger, Eft was supposed to be focusing on that, not this. And Eft, the stubborn bastard, was actually pouting back at Kesst, and dismissing his deadly, bloody wound with a curt, irritable wave of his hand.
“You’re more important,” he whispered, his eyes still shifting, shining, ravenous. “More.”
It took all Kesst’s willpower to lean a little backward, attempt a shake of his head. “No, you ragingmenace,” he whispered back. “You do not give me one more twitch of your magic until this is fixed. Notone.”
