Chapter 283 - 281: Drunken Desires.

Chapter 283: Chapter 281: Drunken Desires.

It’s entirely beyond his control, the way his gaze drifts away from his eyes and down to his lips. It’s just for a moment –one tiny, little lapse –but up this close, focused on him as he is, there’s no way Loac doesn’t see.

​The door creaks, itching to swing closed, but Khobi barely hears it over the sudden pounding of his pulse in his ears as Loac shifts his weight in the doorway, considering him, and what he’s just seen.

And in that silence that follows, he swears he hears the air crackle, like the sparks that so dance behind Loac’s eyes have forced their way out and into the space between them.

Suddenly, the air around him feels oddly thick and unnaturally heavy, like a storm building on the horizon in the height of summer. It’s hard to breathe.

​"... Careful, Khobi ," Loac purrs smugly, eyes dark and dangerous, and as Khobi’s head spins he could swear he hears the low, agonised creak of a fraying, straining rope, "...Or I might start thinking you want me to kiss you."

​Deep within him, something stirs.

Something’s straining there in the darkness; pulling against the last tethers binding it back .

​"Just try it," Khobi whispers back, red eyes clouding just as dark, and gleaming just as dangerously, "...See what happens."

​It’s meant to sound like a threat, but it sounds an awful lot like an invitation.

​In the distance, Khobi’s sure he hears thunder, and in the darkness a beast growls, hungry.

​The last thread pulls taut.

Then snaps.

​And just like that storm breaks.

It’s impossible to say who moves first, only that they do.

Like lightning illuminating the sky; one moment they’re standing there, and the next Khobi’s hands are in Loac’s collar and Loac’s lips are on his; kissing him deep and heady and like this is their last night on earth.

It feels incredible.

It’s a long time since Khobi’s been kissed, and with Loac’s mouth as hot and wet and desperate on his in exactly the way he’s been fantasising, heat immediately erupts in his belly; just as hungry and just as desperate and burning for more.

Khobi succumbs to it entirely.

Breathing ragged, he kisses him back with abandon; head twisting for the deepest angles and hands twisting in his shirt and crawling up his chest to his hair as he drags him into the room, and the positively inhuman sound Loac makes as Khobi’s tongue delves into his mouth goes straight to his crotch.

(What he wouldn’t give to hear it again.)

The door slams shut behind him, and Loac takes his turn at sinking his tongue into Khobi’s mouth in such a way that makes his knees weak and his cock achingly hard.

His arms wind around him; hands hungry as they work their way along the lines of his body.

One tracks up, catching on the sharp planes of his shoulder and then fisting his hair, and the other courses down, kneading into the curve of his ass and hauling Khobi flush against his body.

Pressed this tight, he can feel the stuttering of Loac’s chest with every breath as he greedily devours him whole; intense and tormenting and almost unbearably slow, and it’s still nowhere close enough.

Khobi wants more . And so badly it almost hurts .

Blindly, his hands fumble for the buttons of Loac’s shirt, and he only gets a handful of them open before Loac’s doing the same to him, backing him towards the bed as fervently as Khobi is dragging him.

Somewhere, in the back of his mind, Khobi knows he probably shouldn’t; knows he’s making a mistake, but in this moment, with Loac’s teeth descending on his neck as he wrenches his open shirt down his shoulders, it sure doesn’t feel like one.

It feels like something he needs .

They hit the bed in a heavy tangle; Khobi’s shirt not quite off and Loac’s not quite open, and when Khobi settles his weight flush and firm and provocative into Loac’s lap and grinds , hands catch on his cheek, his hips, his hair; tugging and clawing in turn as if Loace’s not sure where he wants to touch him more, only that he does.

Khobi wants that, too.

Fuck, he wants that so desperately.

"You feel so fucking good," Loac whispers into his throat as he rocks up into him; voice so guttural and dripping with desire that the sound goes straight to Khobi’s cock, and he’s helpless to hold back a ragged moan.

He could listen to that voice all night. He wants to feel it on his skin and against his lips; between his shoulder blades and between his thighs.

And Loac must like the sound he makes because he grabs Khobi’s ass with both hands and grinds up into him slow and so tantalisingly deep that Kagami fucking pants. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ

There’s no mistaking his intentions, nor the thick line of his erection, pressing up against him and ready to give him exactly what he’s been craving.

More, is all Khobi can think as he grabs the headboard with both hands and throws his entire body into the urgent, wanton roll of his hips.

Nevermind shame, nevermind pride; he’s lost all capacity for such trivial things. The lust running rampant through his veins is in control now, and the body beneath him is agonisingly hot and hard in all the right places, and it wants all of it.

Fuck , more.

Dizzy and aching and steadily drowning in the heat burning up his body, Khobi nips his way across Loac’s jaw and then down, tasting the skin of his throat and his collar under his lips, and his teeth leaving dark marks wherever they touch.

The hands on his body grow hungrier with each kiss; the breaths between them more ragged, and for the eagerness in his hips, the ones that rock up to meet him as they grind are just as eager. It feels so good, having a body between his legs again, but he wants more than this; needs more, and he needs it now .

As if sensing his impatience, Loac drags Khobi’s tongue away from his neck and reverses their positions.

Khobi’s world abruptly flips, and when his vision adjusts, his eyes widen and his chest positively heaves as he’s greeted to a perfect frame of Loac Trent at the most devastatingly gorgeous Khobi has ever seen him; dark skin glistening, clothing a wreck, and eyes dark and burning for him.