Content warning: explicit sexual act

While spiraling down the rabbit hole of the sudden mess, Jace felt something else. Something hot and pulsing was poking his stomach. Right. They were naked through all that weird-ass conversation. And, apparently, a good sloppy kiss reawakened the main weapon of the protagonist.

Looking down, Jace's mouth watered. Could dicks be pretty? Similar to elephants, maybe? They were also huge and wrinkly but still cute. Probably. Who the fuck cared—what a damn trunk.

That wife thing? That was probably some special smut subplot that stayed behind the paywall on the author's private blog. Not canon. Written for some fan who left the longest comment or whatever.

Yep, sure. Totally not important.

The sudden spike of worry over the ordeal made Jace internally laugh. Such overkill. What was there to even muse over? Jace was a smutty, nameless, irrelevant character; he had no time or necessity to think.

He simply needed to make the most out of the word count afforded to him.

And, oh, there was a lot to work with.

Swallowing saliva, Jace licked his lips. His eyes focused on that monster of a cock, standing proud. Pretty, pinkish, with a darker head, girthy and veiny, just the right amount. It twitched under Jace's intense stare, begging to be loved and licked and sucked.

Completely drunk on his darkest desires, Jace decided that he deserved it. He died, for fuck's sake. He was presumably in some purgatory, and if this was a test, fail him and see if he cared.

Thud.

Quick and graceless, Jace fell to his knees. It had been some time since he'd given head, but he used to be quite good at it. Not with that size, but still, Jace had skills, no gag reflex, and a mouth full of drool.

"What are you doing?" Liut's hand landed on top of Jace's head, urging him to look up.

In exchange, Jace decided to bury his fingers into the meat of Liut's hips. His hipbones shaped a teasing V-line, the curves plush and muscular under his hands. It was hot. Strategically, he would later move to grope handfuls of those protagonist cheeks.

Tilting his head and smirking, Jace arched an eyebrow and glanced up from beneath his lashes.

"Seducing you, hopefully." He bit his bottom lip and licked it right after. "Or would you like me to cease?"

Above his face loomed the shadow of that cock. It still had a faint scent of semen and those flowery oils, driving Jace insane with lust.

The lack of an answer was unsettling, though. Liut stared down at him, silent, watching.

Was Jace too forward? Was there even a notion of a forward paramour in this setting? All of Liut's escapades usually catered to more of an "I conquered this beauty with my machismo and my giant dick" vibe.

Surely, in the middle, they all became sexy temptresses, but—

Ugh, the wait was impossible. Jace sank his nails into Liut's hips and narrowed his eyes at him, urging him to do something.

With his jaws clenched so the vein pulsed in his neck, Liut met Jace's glare head-on.

"You play with me, Jace," he growled.

Oh. The growl.

Down below, Jace felt his own cock twitch in excitement.

The growl!

Leaning a bit forward, eyes never shifting and firmly locked on Liut's face, Jace touched the underside of Liut's manhood with his nose. Lightly. Like a kitten. A good blowjob had its foundation in proper teasing. Breathing out so the warm air would tickle sensitive skin, Jace left his mouth half-open in invitation.

"Would you like me to cease?" he repeated the question.

Oh, what a shame that his lips grazed that perfect, veiny cock. A tiny bit, a fleeting feather rather than a touch. Jace felt himself leaking. What a double-edged sword this game was.

The palm on top of his head grabbed a fistful of hair, yanking Jace away from his treat. He would lament the loss, but the sting of pain blanked out his mind for a moment.

Never had his hair been long enough to be pulled and jerked so, scalp tingling and aching.

Wow.

Okay, no further bitching about too much hair. Jace thawed at being manhandled through such means. He was rock hard, too.

Glancing up—with a half-lidded, glazed-with-lust stare—Jace could not show any better how much he wanted to get his face shoved into that glorious groin. He would happily die all over again, choking on that monster cock.

The pervert god heard his prayers. Liut did just that—shoved Jace into the crotch, lips pressed against the heated flesh.

The smell, the slight twitching, the sheer size of it… Jace was losing his last bits of control. The velvety texture throbbed under his touch; a prominent vein curving around the girth begged to be traced. Mouth open, Jace complied. He flattened his tongue and hugged the underside, finally tasting Liut the way he had so wanted. Salty, musky, absolutely delicious. He was wide enough—Jace could lick and play, explore, enjoy each tiny detail and catch the slightest reaction.

Kneading the skin of Liut's hips, Jace felt the muscles tense when he pushed his tongue against the vein curling a pattern on the left side. Squishy and pulsating, it gave him a path to follow, and Jace did just that, mouthing up the length with drool wetting his chin. He forgot how wonderful it could feel—playing with someone like this, holding their pleasure on the tip of his tongue.

Soaking the length with spit, Jace made sure to cover every inch. Kissing, licking, teasing, and changing the pressure of his caresses when Liut tensed up in his hands, Jace worked hard. When he felt Liut react differently, a bit more sensitive here or there, he stopped, kissed that place, sucked on it, tortured it just a tiny bit.

Methodically going up the length, he reached that spot right under the crown. Licking over it with a flat tongue, Jace moved away—blew cool air on the hot spit and enjoyed the way the cock twitched in response. Liut tugged on his hair and visibly shuddered, and Jace felt himself useful, somehow.

Joining his saliva, heavy drops of precum slid down the underside. Unable to see it go to waste, Jace leaned in and tasted it on his tongue, sliding up all the way to the flushed, leaking head. It tasted better than he expected, or maybe Jace forgot the taste of cum after years of lazy celibacy. He swallowed it all and gently kissed the slit.

"Jace—" A snap of Liut's hand made Jace look up, his scalp tingling and toes curling— "you are playing with me." He must've wanted to sound intimidating, but the tight clench of his jaws, the blown pupils hiding away the color of his eyes—all these little tells of barely managed desire only made Jace see a very cute boy posing for a scary man.

And as one did when faced with a cute boy begging for affection, Jace gave in. He smiled and used his grip on Liut's hips to force him closer. Closing his lips around the tip, Jace lowered himself down and gave a light suck. It was huge; he had to watch his teeth and slacken his jaw more than he felt comfortable, and yet…

"Fuck, Jace."

That growl… The growl! So damn worth it. So freaking sexy, this low voice, deep and primal.

Aroused and giddy, Jace circled the tip with his tongue and pushed into the slit.

The hold on his hair tightened, and Jace preened. Sucking and kissing the head, he made sure to drool generously down the length. Sloppy, wet blowjobs were underestimated. And with that gigantic cock he would die of dehydration quicker than he would manage to make it sloppy enough. But this would work.

Releasing his hands from their cozy job of painting finger-shaped bruises onto Liut's skin, Jace grabbed the slickened cock at the base. It felt so heavy, girthy, absolutely inspiring in his clutches. What sane person ever touched it and decided "once would be enough"? Those previous paramours were morons.

Disdainful of the idiots preceding him, Jace got to work with all his fired-up might. He started pumping his fists in time with bobbing his head, taking as much of the length into his mouth as he could. Above him, Liut made the most perfect noises—grunts, curses, sucked air through his teeth, and breathed it out with a shake.

"Jace, you are—" He bit back a moan, instead grunting like a manly protagonist should— "how are you this good?"

Not good enough, Jace thought, seeing as you couldn't give me one little moan. And, frankly, Jace also considered that the original author did not enjoy writing oral sex, and all blowjobs were rather plain.

So he was sure his rusty-but-still-decent skills would blow away even the protagonist, turn him into a needy mess. The lack of real, substantial, whimpering praise spurred Jace to plot better.

Deepthroating was an option, but would that even fit? There surely were limits to the stretchiness of a random bottom.

The next best thing, thus, was allowing Liut a bit more freedom. He was surprisingly obedient all this time, only playing with Jace's hair. But he never thrust his hips or tried to push in deeper.

A shame.

Ceasing all action, still and motionless, Jace looked up. He didn't notice when he started crying, but what man ever could not be swayed by those kinds of tears? So he let them flow, mouth stuffed full of cock and his own dick leaking down his thigh.

"Mhm," Jace hummed. The tip was as close to his throat as possible, so the vibrations made Liut bite into his lip and grunt.

And, wow. Liut was flushed, sweaty, his cheeks bright red and his lips swollen and bloodstained. Raven-black hair clung to his damp forehead, eyes ravenous—pupils blown so wide they swallowed the color of his irises.

Most of all, he looked alive.

As real as anyone could be—not just words on a screen, but a breathing, living, trembling, lustful, both vicious and virtuous human being.

Jace would gladly suck him off whenever, just to see those sapphire eyes muddled with such carnal, simple pleasure.

"What do you want, love?" Liut smiled, wild and bloody.

He let go of Jace's hair, instead brushing his thumb over the cheekbone, wetting it with Jace's tears. Addled with his own desire, Liut watched the drops pour out, intent, as if afraid to blink and miss it. Jace felt teardrops sticking to his lashes, gathering at the corners of his eyes, spilling out and tickling his temples. Through their thin, murky veil, he still saw the way Liut looked at him.

Curious, fascinated, with a note of stunning madness and evident, raw craving for more.

Being the one whom this gaze was directed at made Jace's heart soar higher than ever. It thrummed in his ears, pumping scorching hot blood that burned away all reason.

Suddenly, Liut frowned. He shut his eyes tightly for a split moment, and when they flew open, a gentle concern replaced the previous rawness.

"Is it too much?" he asked, thumb softly caressing Jace's cheek.

Careful not to scrape him with his teeth, Jace shook his head. It wasn't concern he needed.

He licked the underside, rolling his tongue back and forth, hoping Liut would understand.

He did. Liut's hand halted. His eyes regained that hunger, a destructive force blazing with newfound intensity in his gaze.

"Are you sure?"

"Mhm," Jace assured.

There was no need for persuasion. Liut grabbed the back of Jace's head and snapped his hips forward. The sudden thrust was painful, breaching deeper than Jace could ever take the cock in himself, but…

This choking feeling, the pain, the sure grip keeping him in place. Those eyes on him, the all-encompassing sensations, each of his senses assaulted in its own way. Smell, sound, sight, taste, touch—all Liut, everywhere. And nothing else.

Jace slackened his jaw and, forgetting the world and who he was in it, allowed himself to be used.

What a blessing.

In and out. In and out. Sometimes, so deep he couldn't breathe. He choked and the tears rolled down his cheeks. And through it all—not a single thought managed to creep up on him.

So quiet.

Empty.

Desolate.

Only spit running down his chin and heavy flesh hitting the back of his throat. Stretching it. Crushing him from the inside. Blood ringing in his ears. Smell of cum and musk. Colorful spots dancing behind his eyelids.

"Jace," Somewhere far away, over the wet gurgling sound, Liut called out to him.

Already?

Jace fluttered his eyes open, had to blink a few times to clear out the tears obstructing his view.

Liut was so handsome. No. Pretty. Blushing and finally moaning in that arousing, lewd, low manner, he was way too pretty. What a pity Jace went somewhere so void he didn't hear most of it.

Back to reality it was.

"I am— haa, damn— close, love. Can I—"

Not allowing him to finish the question, Jace remembered his strategic goal and finally grabbed fistfuls of that plump ass. Kneading the muscles and fat, he hollowed his cheeks and prepared himself.

"Fuckin— Ugh…" Liut moaned, a guttural sound that went straight to Jace's cock, as he came into his mouth.

Hot semen spilled down his throat, making Jace tremble with the force of his own arousal. He was so hard it hurt, and the feeling of a pulsating cock releasing onto his tongue did not help at all.

Even the cum tasted pretty good. What the fuck. Damn protagonists with magic dicks.

Leading him through the orgasm, Jace caught everything Liut could give. A pretty hefty amount; the buckets of cum under the sheets now made complete sense. Though he swallowed some, there was still enough in his mouth.

Oh, well. No need for it to go to waste.

While Liut was coming down from his high, Jace glanced at his own twitching, angry red erection. Sitting down on his heels, he opened his mouth and drooled the remains of cum down onto his own cock. The sudden contact with something hot and wet made Jace hiss.

He was about to explode.

Grabbing his length with one hand while the other still clutched Liut's ass, because why would he let go, Jace spread the pearly liquid over the shaft.

Jace pumped his fist just a few times, that was all it took.

The heat in his belly exploded, pleasure spread through his whole body, down to the tips of his fingers. Digging them into the meat of Liut's ass, finding purchase by pressing his forehead against Liut's tailbone, Jace trembled in his ecstasy of an orgasm.

Disoriented and mellow, he didn't protest when Liut eventually picked him up in a princess carry.

He had no strength in his body anyway; his bones were made of cotton.

As Liut placed him on the bed, Jace had one coherent thought that kept him conscious.

Penetration.

The final act.

After that, Jace would send the protagonist on his merry way, no strings attached. Pinky promise.

It was just that Jace needed a time-out. A few minutes to lie down and catch his breath. And the manly, perfect tits under his cheek were such a wonderful pillow.

A few more minutes…