While Liut was ughing 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 gnced 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 bance, 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 pce to lock the door.

  While Liut was busy making sure the unconscious body did not crash to the floor with a loud cnk 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 pce 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-id 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 rexed back in the chair, as if challenging.

  He ought not to, because Jace was already straddling his thighs, urgently cwing 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 nded on Jace’s waist, rge palms clutching and teasing over yers 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 onsught.

  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, ughing at his jokes… Jace was a pathetic sve to his lowest sins.

  Whimpering, he rutted his hips in search of friction. Liut’s breastpte 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 compining,” 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 irregur. 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 gnce 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 gssy 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 st.

  “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. Eborate yers and yers 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 breastpte 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 bbbered, 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?”

  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 bdes 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, ft 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.

  “Py 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 ughed. 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 cshing, 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 nguidly 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 ptes 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.

  Bnk 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 gnced 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, pcing 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!