Content warning: explicit sexual act

"Do you want to—want to tease me to death?”

Laughing, Liut peppered kisses down Jace’s jaw, making his way to his ear. He caught an earlobe between his teeth and sucked on it.

“Ngh!” Jace hit the back of his head against the table to muffle a moan. The book under him made him arch his spine so his shoulder blades were the ones taking the toll of holding much of his weight. It hurt, too. But nothing compared to the way his cock throbbed and begged for attention.

The wet, squelching sound of Liut’s hungry mouth on his ear sent shivers through his body. So vulgar, so lewd and so far from what Jace needed to satiate the inferno raging in his lower parts.

“Jace,” Liut whispered, spit-covered lips dragging against his ear.

“What?” he answered, gripping the cloak covering Liut’s shoulders. “What now!?”

Liut licked the ear shell, flat tongue enveloping the curve.

“You’re wet,” he murmured. His palm covered Jace’s cock, finally unobstructed by cloth, skin on skin.

The contact made Jace arch up, reflexively rocking his hips so his length pressed against Liut’s hand. Mouth open on a silent moan, eyes closed so tight colorful spots blew up in the darkness behind his eyelids, Jace’s whole body trembled.

“So wet for me,” Liut mumbled into the skin under Jace’s ear, his thumb rubbing the slick slit beaded with precum. “Truly, what shall I do with you?” His hand closed around the girth and clutched the head. Jace gulped air. 

“Play with you?”

The palm slid down, spreading the wetness, teasing, so Jace’s toes curled.

“Pleasure you?” Liut clutched tighter at the base—just the right amount—and pumped his fist. A wave of pleasure crashed over Jace with its long-overdue force.

“Tell me, Jace, what the fuck should I do with someone… like you?” Liut buried his face in the crook of Jace’s neck.

Trembling, shaking, lost in the intensity of it all and desperately wanting more, Jace laughed. Head thrown back, hands around Liut’s shoulders, with warm breaths tickling his skin and a motionless grip holding his lowly, wanton desires hostage, Jace felt himself so alive.

He slid his palms up Liut’s body, caught his face and urged him to look up, to lean in closer so their noses almost touched. Gazes clashing, Liut’s pupils blown and pushing out the sapphire of his irises, Jace smiled wide.

“Do whatever you want,” he whispered. “This whole world belongs to you.” Jace tapped the tip of Liut’s nose with his own. “And now, my whole world is you.” He kissed Liut’s upper lip, a small fleeting peck.

Eyebrows creased, Liut stared at him. Probing, as if testing the depths, he closed in, his fist languidly going up and down Jace’s length, pulsing with arousal. Subjected to this torture, Jace barely managed to hold Liut’s gaze.

“You’re weird,” Liut finally stated. “Your mouth says one thing but your eyes show another.” The next slide of his fist was rougher, tighter, forcing Jace to bite his lip and knit his eyebrows as he gasped.

“What—” Jace stuttered, clutching Liut’s shoulders, arm plates painfully digging into his palms, “—then what do you want me to say?”

So on edge, so muddled with desire, Jace would say anything.

Liut smiled. He kissed Jace instead of answering and sped up his movements, going up and down Jace’s leaking cock, tightening his hold as he neared the head and releasing it at the base.

Panting into the kiss, useless, unable to keep up with Liut’s clever tongue, Jace let himself go.

Blank and empty, his mind only registered sparks of intense pleasure blooming in his gut. With each new slide, each one bringing him closer to release, Jace felt each nerve in his body tingling, muscles spasming, heartbeat thrumming in his ears.

Spit running down his chin, he tried to reciprocate Liut’s kiss—he truly did—but he was indeed useless. He could only gasp and whimper and weakly hold Liut close.

The sensations around his cock were maddening; a simple handjob should not feel this intense, but it did, and it rendered Jace speechless.

“Liut,” he pleaded, not even knowing anymore what for, “Liut, Liut.”

Liut. Liut. Liut.

Like a dummy, all his existence shrank to this one name that spilled from his lips and got caught in a scorching kiss.

“I’m here,” Liut assured, licking into Jace’s mouth, his hand working Jace into oblivion.

The squelching sound was muffled between their bodies, but it was as loud as Jace’s heart racing in his chest. Up and down, Liut’s fist spread precum; then his thumb pressed onto the slit as Jace all but rutted up, not knowing if he wanted it to press harder or to let him leak and throb.

Nerves tight, eyes closed, Jace felt it coming. Wave after wave, intensifying, prickling his fingertips, itching in his foggy brain.

“More,” Jace mumbled. “Please, more,” he begged. He was so close. So, so close. It was drowning him, pulling him down and searing him up.

Liut sped up, fist tight and relentless, kissing down Jace’s jaw, under his ear.

“Come for me, love,” he croaked, and bit into the neck. The pain, the whispered words, the fast slide up…

Jace’s mouth fell open, his back arched up, the heat crushed him. Spasming, he came. Liut’s cloak tight in his hold—the only thing he could hold onto—Jace shuddered with each new wave as Liut worked him through his orgasm, milking out cum and mouthing at his neck.

“Good, Jace, just like that,” he encouraged, as if the force of this orgasm was already not enough to shatter Jace into a mess of sobs.

Legs trembling and arms losing all their strength, Jace released a long, shaky exhale and fell down, boneless. His head hit the table with a thud, but he couldn’t care less; every inch of his body was still trying to recollect itself. Each atom forgot where it belonged.

Wow.

Gradually, thoughts also came back, stringing themselves together in the thick mush his brain had turned into.

What an orgasm. Truly, wow. He should get himself into questionable, life-threatening situations more often. That was quite a worthy reward. God bless hormones, chemistry and adrenaline spikes.

“Enjoying yourself?” Liut asked, his voice buried under the heartbeat assaulting Jace’s ears.

With effort, a tremendous amount of effort, Jace pried his eyes open and glanced at Liut hovering above him.

Smiling dumbly, satiated, Jace nodded. “I think—” voice raspy, Jace swallowed, “I think this time you really fucked me stupid,” he confessed.

With a quiet chuckle, Liut pecked his lips. “You’re quite a treat,” he muttered against them. “I might get addicted to fucking you stupid.”

Jace kissed him, shakily hugging him closer. “Mhm, you should.”

As an adult, a courteous adult, Jace sneaked one of his hands between their bodies, going down to Liut’s crotch. He would, surely, return this favor. But before he could grab onto something of imperative value, Liut caught his wrist.

“I said you were quite a treat,” he whispered into the kiss. “I enjoyed ravishing you more than I expected,” he snorted, a tad of honest disbelief in his tone.

Then, he directed Jace’s hand down himself, placing it over a wet spot on his groin.

Heh.

Hehehe.

Giggling like an idiot, Jace kissed Liut harder.

Nothing in the world stroked Jace’s ego as potently as the notion that he managed to make a protagonist of a male-oriented power fantasy come in his pants.

Behold, Jace the Pervert! The force of nature! The Whimpering Scourge of Family-Friendly Content!