Content warning: explicit sexual act

While Liut was laughing his guts out, the commotion outside grew louder and louder.

The magic spell of obscene speech gradually wore off as the clerk once again furrowed his brows and glanced over the couple of intruders with suspicion.

“I do work here,” he slowly stated, eyes narrowed at Jace, “but still, how did you get down here? This area is restricted…”

“Whew!” Liut straightened up neatly at the same time as a muffled but no less clear “find them!” command rang out from behind the closed door.

The clerk’s expression quickly shifted into one of determination.

“Okay—” Liut sent Jace a dashing smile. “We did it your way; now we’re going to do it my way.”

It all happened quickly: the clerk moved to grab his sword, Liut got to him just in time to catch his hand, abruptly pulled him forward so the guy lost his balance, then used the opportunity to bash the clerk’s head against the table with his free hand.

Bam!

And that was it. A few seconds, and the poor employee was an unconscious heap slowly sliding down to the floor.

Efficient execution, no visible struggle, and directly to the point.

Jace blinked.

There was this funny thing he once read about—competency porn. When you figuratively jerked off to characters being proficient and extremely well-versed in their craft. Well. It was just a quick case of incapacitation, not even some mighty battle, but…

Fuck, Liut was so hot.

Sorry, fellow employee, Jace did what he could, but now it was preferable for unwanted eyes to stay closed in forced slumber.

Blindly searching behind his back, Jace found an iron bolt and quickly slid it into place to lock the door.

While Liut was busy making sure the unconscious body did not crash to the floor with a loud clank of armor over stone, Jace was already looming over the table. He urgently waited for Liut to finish dragging the body to the corner, barely managing to hold himself in place while Liut spent his sweet time binding the guy with a rope he found gods know where.

“Are you done?” Jace asked, impatience oozing out of him.

The tied-up and gagged clerk was left lying in the corner as Liut got up. “Yes.” He dusted off his knees. “Is something—”

“Come here,” Jace interrupted, finger pointing at the now empty chair. “Sit.”

Curiously, with a sliver of careful interest, Liut steadily stalked closer. He was not on guard but amused, waiting to see what Jace wanted from him. Or, at least, that’s how Jace deciphered that head-spinning little smirk and the mirth dancing in the depths of Liut’s gaze.

Agonizingly slow, Liut dragged the chair away from the table to make room for himself. The creaky, dull noise of wood scratching the stone-laid floor assaulted Jace’s ears—it literally felt as if an eternity passed before Liut finally halted and, with a quiet thud, stationed the chair.

“Sit,” Jace repeated, tapping his foot.

No less leisurely, Liut sat down. Grinning, he spread his legs and relaxed back in the chair, as if challenging.

He ought not to, because Jace was already straddling his thighs, urgently clawing at his shoulders as he smashed their lips together. All the repressed emotions flowed into the kiss, and Jace dove into it like a man dying of thirst.

With a throaty chuckle, Liut parted his lips, allowing Jace to plunge his tongue into his mouth and take as much as he wanted. His hands landed on Jace’s waist, large palms clutching and teasing over layers of cloth.

Hugging Liut closer, fingers digging into the nape of his neck, Jace deepened the kiss. He circled Liut’s tongue with his own, moved his jaws with full intention to devour a welcoming mouth so brazenly open for his onslaught.

The hold on his waist tightened in response, ushering him closer so their chests rammed together and groins pressed against each other. While Liut was soft, Jace felt the heat spreading through his gut. He had a nasty habit of deflecting through mindless pleasure, dulling down his feelings with the help of various vices.

Cigarettes were good, alcohol—better, but sex was the best. And having the man of his sex fantasies flexing his strength after manhandling him, shutting his mouth, laughing at his jokes… Jace was a pathetic slave to his lowest sins.

Whimpering, he rutted his hips in search of friction. Liut’s breastplate felt cold against his stomach, but down below, the hot warmth spurred him to chase it. Urgent little thrusts. He sucked on Liut’s lower lip and scratched the back of his neck.

“What’s gotten into you?” Liut mumbled into the kiss, heavy hands rubbing up and down Jace’s sides. Then down, down to his ass, grabbing it and forcing him forward, ruthless. Jace hiccuped on a moan and bit into Liut’s lip to muffle the sound.

“Not that I’m complaining,” Liut teased. His tongue licked over the bite and collected blood from a freshly reopened wound.

Jace caught the tongue and sucked on it, tasting the metallic tang and preening from how dirty, violent, nasty it was. His cock twitched in his pants, and a matching bulge now pressed against his ass. Feeling Liut’s manhood hardening, Jace shifted so it was lodged right between his ass cheeks and rolled his hips.

A bruising grip on his buttocks forced him to repeat the motion, pushing him down. Liut leaned in and shoved his tongue into Jace’s mouth, spit and blood mixing in the storm of their pleasure.

The constant sound of footsteps rushing behind the door was an exciting addition; Jace never knew he had a thing for it. But the looming danger was one hell of an aphrodisiac. He ravished Liut’s mouth, rocked his hips as directed by Liut’s death grip, and the tingling sensation reverberated all the way to the tips of his fingers.

But it wasn’t enough. No matter how hot, how perfect the feeling of Liut’s cock under him and Liut’s tongue against his was, Jace needed more. The warmth coursing through his veins searched for an outlet, teased him but never got even halfway close to an apex.

“Liut,” Jace breathed out, choking on a gasp as the next thrust caught his cock just right, “Liut…”

“Yes, love?” Liut asked, his own breathing growing irregular. He kneaded Jace’s ass and pressed him down even more, so the next roll of the hips was bordering on painful.

“I need—” Jace swallowed a moan, clenching his teeth so they screeched. “—need more,” he pleaded, pathetically broken. Panting into Liut’s mouth, he looked him in the eyes, hooded stare misted with desire.

The eyes staring back at him were hungry, passionate, so blue it was an ocean Jace couldn’t help but drown in.

Smiling, Liut gently bit Jace’s lower lip and teasingly licked over it.

“You’re such a crafty vixen,” Liut cooed, “what a spoiled wife I managed to chain up.”

Chasing pleasure and thoughts in a fog, Jace shakily nodded, kissing Liut’s lips, cheeks, under his eye, over his brow.

“I am,” he agreed, thrusting his hips in a blind pursuit of a faraway release, “spoiled rotten.”

He pulled himself away just enough to glance at Liut. Tensing up his glutes and digging his nails into Liut’s nape, Jace allowed a manic smile to spread over his face.

“What shall you do with such an audacious, demanding wife?”

Riled up, Liut rocked his own hips, shaking Jace’s whole body from below. The sudden roughness went straight to Jace’s cock, twitching and leaking; it painfully needed more. Eyes tightly closed, Jace scarcely managed to swallow a moan; instead, a choked, wet whimper silently echoed through the small room.

“This is a fucking torture,” Liut growled.

In the next moment, Jace was picked up, a strong, bruising grip on his ass as Liut stood up with Jace in his hold, clinging to him like his life depended on it. They stumbled, Jace’s back hitting the table, that thick book digging into his spine, a vial of ink falling to the floor and breaking into pieces with a glassy clink.

Neither of them could care; Jace certainly didn’t. He circled his legs around Liut’s middle and brought him closer, heels digging into the small of Liut’s back, groins pressed so their cocks lined up against each other.

Creasing his eyebrows, Jace all but sobbed. It wasn’t enough. He felt so hot, needy, sweat rolling down his temples and wetness dirtying his pants. The coarse cloak dug into his neck, each next breath shallower than the last.

“Liut,” he called, mindlessly rubbing his cock in search of friction, “come on, Liut, do something, please…”

Liut nuzzled his neck, hot air tickling the skin, sharp teeth biting into the artery as a low grunt vibrated through their chests. Mouthing at the sensitive spot behind Jace’s ear, Liut’s hands went to undo Jace’s pants.

These damn fantasy clothes. Elaborate layers and layers preventing Jace from proper tactile contact.

He had half a mind to realize he had no idea how to undress Liut, how to undo his armor, and he couldn’t even sneak his hands under the breastplate to feel up his abs. Going crazy with his own uselessness, Jace hugged Liut tighter and spread his legs wider, needily waiting.

“Faster, please,” he urged, throwing his head back to give Liut more room to bite and kiss his neck.

Liut heeded the invitation, licking a stripe up the column of Jace’s throat and biting under the chin. His hands still worked on untying Jace’s pants. Every time he inadvertently touched Jace’s hot and throbbing cock, Jace whimpered, reflexively thrusting his hips up but not finding much-needed friction.

“You’re so cruel,” he sobbed, “so, so cruel. I’m giving you my all,” Jace blabbered, because if he didn’t talk, all his attention would be on his erection, and it already hurt and the precum made a mess inside his pants. “And you take your sweet time. Do you want to—want to tease me to death?”