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“The Osiris… it's giving unwelcome information,” Jace said.

“Ah, I can well imagine what it is telling you.” Khoth let out a chuckle.

“It’s not the secrets of Thaf’ell biology,” Jace stated, grimacing. He should tell Khoth what the Osiris had told him. But he didn’t want to dredge all that up for Khoth right now. He’d tell him. Later. “Though I am asking it if there is some secret pleasure center in you that I can take advantage of.”

Khoth chuckled again. “Our ears are quite sensitive.”

“Ears?!” Jace couldn’t help his laughter, but then Khoth’s fingers caressed the cusps of both his ears and the laughter turned to moans. “O--okay, you made your point. Now do that again.”

Khoth leaned down and his breath lightly gushed over the skin he had just touched. His tongue flickered out and licked that same spot. Jace was now clutching the pillow for a very different reason. His cock, which had already been semi-hard the entire time that he’d been with Khoth on the bed, immediately hardened. It pressed against the mattress almost painfully and he lifted his hips up to adjust himself, but Khoth took it as an invitation to grind down on Jace’s ass. He moaned. His cock plumped more.

“I thought you wanted me to fall asleep,” Jace murmured.

“Not quite yet.” Khoth’s voice dipped a little. “I want you to enjoy what I am doing for a little while.”

“Enjoying it? Oh, yeah.”

And he was. So much. Khoth’s hands were large and powerful, but they were gentle with him, using only as much pressure as would please him and ease his tense muscles. It was a trait that was true of almost everything with Khoth. Strong yet careful. Always aware of what he was doing and what it could cause. Jace couldn’t have felt more safe with anyone. The fact that Khoth had even worried he could or would do something to make Jace uncomfortable, let alone afraid, was just… impossible.

And that bastard Typhon took advantage of him! Yeah, so punching that guy, Jace muttered even as he tried to thrust any thought of this man out of the current moment.

“I hope the Osiris is becoming more accepting of my presence in your life, but I imagine that it believes it has a vested interest in anyone who gets close to you,” Khoth said. “So it might be suspicious.”

“Oh, it is, which has nothing to do with you or reality. And you are not wrong that it believes it has a vested interest in everything,” Jace mumbled as the ear caresses had turned to throat caresses. “I think it is okay with you. Not that it matters. It’s just trying to be… helpful.”

“Helpful? About romantic and sexual matters?” Khoth asked, not evidently embarrassed by that or considering the AI

“Something like that. But I don’t want to talk about the Osiris right now. I just want to think about you,” Jace said.

“That is acceptable to me. It was causing you to be the opposite of what I intended,” Khoth responded and the smile in his voice was very apparent in his tone.

“You want to turn my bones liquid, I think,” Jace let out a huff of laughter.

“Not literally. But yes, to make you so relaxed you are not aware of anything but pleasure,” Khoth murmured.

His hands slid over the back of Jace’s neck and moved along to Jace’s sides. He jumped a little as the touches were arousing, but also they tickled. He let out a giggle-snort, which Khoth, evidently, enjoyed as he made the same movement again so that Jace would let out the explosion of laughter.

“I see you are sensitive there,” Khoth remarked as if he were ticking off a list in his head. “I wonder if other methods of touch will cause a different reaction or the same.”

“Other--ooooohhhhh, you---uhm, can keep--oh God, yeah--keep doing that,” Jace got out in one long moan as Khoth’s mouth closed over the most sensitive spot.

Unlike Khoth’s fingers though, it didn’t tickle. Instead, streams of heat streaked towards his crotch. His cock throbbed as Khoth’s tongue and teeth came out to play. His teeth lightly rasped over Jace’s ribs. His tongue swabbed those areas, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. He half wondered if there was something in Thaf’ell saliva that was causing a chemical reaction or if it was just Khoth. If the Osiris told him, he ignored it.

Khoth kissed along the curve of one rib onto his back. He moved his lips along the dip of his spine as he made his way to the other side. Those teasing fingers skated along that side, preparing the way for that magnificent mouth. The touches were no longer tickling him. Instead, more heat was building up in his groin. Jace’s nipples hardened. He pressed his front hard against the bed.

Khoth’s lips glided over his skin, leaving kisses and trails of heat and electricity in their wake. Jace felt marked by these kisses and licks and bites. Khoth suddenly was sitting up, breathing heavily, with his hands still on Jace’s waist.

“K-Khoth, what’s wrong?” Jace asked as he reached back blindly for Khoth.

Khoth caught his hand and linked their fingers together. “Nothing.”

“But you’re stopping,” Jace moaned and let out a sad laugh.

“Only to get control of myself a little. This is--you are--more arousing than I anticipated,” Khoth admitted with no shame.

The hard press of the base of his cock against Jace’s ass was quite prevalent then. Jace had resisted the urge to study Thaf’ell male sexual organs. But it felt big and very substantial. It was also incredibly warm, far hotter than the rest of Khoth’s body, even his inner thighs, against Jace.

“You don’t have to, ah, worry. You can just… uhm, lose control?” Jace made that last sentence sound like a question and he winced because Khoth answered it.