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T he heady fragrance of damp earth and decaying foliage hangs thick as we stumble deeper into the secluded grove. Tangled vines and gnarled roots snag at our clothes, stoking the embers of anticipation with each passing moment. Jace’s broad back walks in front of me, shirt stretching taut across his muscular shoulders while he brushes aside the sprawling greenery barring our path. Unable to resist, I let my stare linger on the subtle play of muscle beneath the fabric, mesmerised by the virile display.

Finally, the crumbling stonework of the abandoned stables emerges, ivy tendrils snaking along the time-worn walls. My pulse throbs, memories of countless trysts flooding back with each step drawing us closer to our former haven. One flash of Jace writhing astride my lap while I fucked up into him has my cock throbbing insistently against my slacks.

“You didn’t have to bring me all the way out here for a quick fuck. We could’ve gone to the dorms,” Jace taunts over his shoulder, gaze glittering with wicked amusement. The sinful purr of his voice scorches every nerve ending while stoking the embers in my groin.

A breathless groan rumbles from deep within my chest as Jace whirls around, crowding me against the rough stone half wall. Before I can manage a smug rejoinder, his hips pin me in place, bulge grinding against my erection while calloused palms map my torso. Jace’s mouth finds the tendon in my neck, laving a hot streak along the flesh as nimble fingers tease open my belt.

“Just figured it’d be nice to fuck one last time where we used to sneak off to as horny little shites,” I rasp against the rough friction of his stubbled jaw, breath catching as Jace works open my slacks. His tongue chases the salt of my skin down my throat, teeth grazing paths of torment while he grinds our rigid lengths together.

“Still acting like a bossy swot,” Jace chuckles, rich and throaty. “Even after all these years of me showing you what a desperate slut you really are.”

The last syllables evaporate on a choked groan as Jace frees my aching cock, wrapping his palm around the girth, fingers playing along the frenum ladder. My hips stutter into his fist while Jace maps the rigid steel with wicked appreciation. Those lean muscles flex with each indulgent stroke, fingertips seeking out each sensitive ridge. A sheen of sweat glistens on his biceps as he twists his wrist in a filthy corkscrew—tendons standing out while I whimper brokenly.

“That’s it, babe,” Jace murmurs, voice dripping like sin. His mouth latches onto my throat, teeth grazing while he teases my pulse point. “Let’s see how many desperate sounds I can draw before you’re sobbing to come all over my face.”

The grind of his zipper wrenching open barely registers through the rising cacophony of moans punched from my lungs with each fevered tug around my shaft. With each stroke, the my cock grows thicker, molten pleasure sizzling through my veins while his thumb mercilessly works the swollen crest.

“Such a needy Dom, aren’t you?” Jace taunts, dropping to his knees, nose dragging along my length. The heat of his mouth envelops the entirety of my shaft in one fluid glide, muscle swirling against the sensitive underside with suction before he backs off with a wet pop. “Think you can keep from coming before I even get the chance to ride this thick cock again?”

The corner of my mouth curls into a sneer as Jace settles back, emerald eyes gleaming. His tongue drags a slow path along the length, root to tip, before cocooning the crown in searing heat again. I grind my teeth against the torrent of gravelly groans threatening to spill while Jace works his mouth in swirls and suction. The smug bastard is merciless—lavishing attention with strokes designed to rapidly fray my restraint.

“Such a cocky bitch,” I growl, revelling in each moan vibrating against my cock as fingers thread through his tousled locks. Nails score Jace’s scalp and he groans around the steel stretching his lips. “Thinking you’ve got me wrapped around that tongue when we’ve barely started.”

Jace merely smirks, tongue swirling patterns of torment in the bead of precum at the tip before releasing me with another obscene pop. Tracing lingering licks over the head, he fists the base with a tight spiral that threatens to buckle my knees. Even through the haze of want clouding my senses, I note the shift in those hooded depths—defiance simmering to a boil, fuelling his velvet barbs.

“That so?” His rasp gusts over my cock, sending delicious shivers ricocheting. “So sure you’ve got the stamina to leave me staggering back at sunrise? Dripping and stuffed full of your cum after a thorough ravishing?”

Any scathing rejoinder evaporates into a strangled moan as Jace laps at the swollen crown with indulgent strokes while applying a maddening twist. The bastard’s jaw works in hollows as his mouth gapes to accommodate that plunging descent. His chuckles reverberate along every centimetre, the vibrations utterly sinful coupled with the rippling massage of his tongue.

Christ, if he keeps this up, I’ll be spilling down that throat before we even—

My frenzied spiral abruptly stalls as Jace pulls off with a defiant glare, snatching my wrists in a vice-grip to pin them against the crumbling stone. “Uh uh, you arrogant fuck,” he growls. “Where’s the fun if I let you get off so fast? I want to feel that thick cock pounding into me until I’m a cockdumb mess, not some half-hearted quickie leaving you sated while I’m stroking myself later.”

Fresh beads of precum drool from the tip of my cock, hanging suspended in that razor-edged tension. Jace’s tongue laves a slow path through the glistening mess before his lips trace reverent kisses in its wake, each ragged exhale gusting across the slick steel.

Parting my lips with a groan, I savour the friction of Jace’s mouth mapping every centimetre in kitten licks and strokes. The wet heat cocoons my shaft while his tongue swirls decadent patterns. Fingertips ghost over my balls, rolling and tugging in cresting waves that ratchet the smouldering pleasure higher.

“Bloody hell,” I rasp through gritted teeth as Jace’s tongue trails down the ladder—each skip over a barbell sending fresh jolts of ecstasy. “That’s it, gorgeous. Work those lips up and down my cock, such a good boy.”

Emerald eyes flash with glee at the gruff command while Jace obediently sinks lower, opening his oesophagus wider to accommodate more of my swollen girth. The ring of his lips stretches obscenely around the intrusion as he bobs in rhythm. Each time that mouth engulfs me to the root, his nose nudges the trimmed stubble while strained whimpers vibrate in his throat.

Snarling curses, I thread my fingers through his locks, exerting just enough pressure to hold his writhing. My hips pump in shallow thrusts, forcing my shaft deeper into that mouth until tears bead at his eyes. The sight of those lips stretched while slobbering spit and precum sends a shudder rippling through my core.

“Such a greedy cockslut,” I growl in satisfaction, delighting in each vibrating mewl. Jace’s throat spasms and clenches around the steel as he fights not to gag while I steadily fuck that sinful mouth. “Fucking take it. Let me stuff this throat full until you’re drooling around my dick.”

Jace merely groans, the cadence ragged around my girth. Even through the haze of pleasure, I sense the simmering defiance in each choked sound—that stare daring me to push harder. He wants me to treat him like the craven slut we both know he is.

With a harsh snarl, I seize a fistful of Jace’s hair, gradually easing back until only the crown remains between his slick lips. Each stuttered whimper amplifies the whirlwind of desire surging through my blood. It takes every sliver of control not to recklessly slam back down that throat and unleash the savage beast rattling its chains.

“Look at this sloppy mess you’ve made,” I rasp, trailing the leaking tip along Jace’s lips, smearing saliva over his chin. The strands cling to his jaw, highlighting the angles even as his mouth falls open in pants. “Should’ve known you’d be utterly gagging for my cock. Tell me—still eager to feel me pounding your hole until you’re a drooling, ‘cockdumb mess’ begging to swallow every drop?”

That lurid invitation ignites fresh embers behind Jace’s stare. In one fluid motion, he surges upright, wrenching open his fly to let his own cock swing free. “Just shut up and fuck me,” Jace husks, the gravel resonating through my core.

His hand snatches my wrist to drag my fingers along his straining erection. A fresh wave of precum beads at the flushed tip, leaving glistening smears as he peels back his foreskin with the pad of his thumb. “Unless you fancy trying to talk me into submission instead of putting that cock where it belongs?”

The taunt kindles a blaze of want licking through my veins, stoked higher by the smirk curving Jace’s mouth. Every fibre roars with feral need to wipe that expression and replace it with rapture. Growling, I yank him flush against me, nails scoring his lower back while our shafts grind together.

“Turn around and put those hands on the fucking wall,” I snarl against the heat of his lips, my thumbs hooking into his waistband to yank it down further off his hips. My palm connects with the swell of his ass in a ringing slap, fingers digging in to knead the flesh. “Since your mouth seems determined to keep running, my cock needs to find a better home while I listen to you beg.”

Jace shivers in my grasp, desire etched into every shuddering exhale while he complies. Shoving his hips back, he braces forearms against the stone, presenting himself in lewd invitation. The swell of that pert ass ripples from another stinging slap—the rapid rise and fall of flushed skin obscene while I palm the radiating warmth to smooth the sting away.

The desire to rut into that welcoming heat, uncaring for finesse beyond my own compulsions, surges through my nerve endings. But not before reducing him to a sobbing, shattered mess incapable of coherent pleading. Craving the taste of his desperation while I make him wait, make him beg for the privilege of feeling my cock stretching his arse.

With deliberation, I trail the swollen crown along the cleft between his flexing cheeks, spreading the mess of spit and precum. Each time the head grazes his entrance, Jace bucks back in a silent plea for penetration. Rather than give in, I maintain that agonising tease, circling the straining pucker while Jace writhes and swears against the stone.

“So fucking eager for it, aren’t you?” I growl, curling a hand around Jace’s nape to keep him pinned while the other drifts to roll and squeeze his balls, fingertips rolling over the steel scrotum rings that make up his ladder. The flesh has drawn up tight to his body, the sealed orbs inside leaden with the demand for release. “Look at you, already quivering, just waiting for my cock.”

The rough drag of my palm along Jace’s shaft punctuates each taunt, every callus snagging deliciously with the steady strokes. His cockhead glistens with fresh arousal, droplets of precum smearing and dripping with each punishing twist. Some distant remnant of reason screams I ought not prolong this torment much longer, lest he finish before I even get to taste the true rapture of fucking into him.

But where would the sport be in allowing Jace even an inkling of reprieve?

Another slap resounds against the swell of his arse, my palm soothing away the sharp sting with a gentle knead. Jace jolts with a hoarse groan, only to shove those cheeks further into my palm, desperate as a whore seeking punishment. That filthy sound nearly buckles my restraint, another bead of precum drooling from my cock to smear his lower back.

“Please,” he rasps through gritted teeth, the consonants scraping raw. That loaded syllable shivers through the air, dangling from his tongue with precision aimed at toppling my resolve. “—fucking Christ. Just—fuck. Give it to me already.”

My laughter echoes through the canopy hanging overhead, smug satisfaction ringing out. Leaning into the arch of Jace’s spine, I nuzzle the whorls of his nape, inhaling the musk of sandalwood and arousal clinging to his damp skin. Each ragged exhale skates over the sensitive flesh, purposely stoking the embers hotter.

“Is that the best you can do?” I croon against his skin, grazing teeth along the tendon in warning. “Tsk tsk… I’d expected far more inspired begging from a desperate cockwhore like you. Let’s see if we can’t coax those lips into being more… creative.”

Drawing a breath, I brace a hand against the small of Jace’s arched spine while gathering saliva. The strands drip obscenely from my lips into my palm before I coat my straining length in the glistening sheen—hips rolling to slick myself from crown to root. Jace shudders at the lewd squelch when my fingers glide along the rigid steel of my ladder, precum mingling with spit to ease each filthy stroke.

“Inspired begging?” Jace rasps, the taunting lilt laced with desperation as his hips sway for friction. “Fuck, —quit teasing and give me that fat cock.”

A harsh groan punches from my lungs at the command gusting from his bruised lips. My hand snakes around to fondle the heavy sac drawing tight, rolling and squeezing until his moans spiral from his throat, my fingers working over each ring until I’m fisting the base of his cock.

“Like that, do you?” I rumble in satisfaction, idly trailing my thumb up to the swollen head. Jace’s hips buck into my palm while I lazily grip his length, finally indulging those carnal compulsions after prolonging this torture. “Feeling so empty without my cock crammed in that arse, forced to beg like a thirsty slut? Christ—look at this sloppy mess you’re making. I’m barely touching you, zlatko.”

Shuddering out a groan, Jace braces his forearms more firmly against the crumbling stone, every taut muscle quivering with restraint. The subtle shifts send ripples coursing along the curves of his arse—each clench beckoning me to breach that barrier with my cock. My saliva-slick fist works his cock in long, indulgent pulls timed to that urgent flexing, trapping Jace between duelling fronts of torment.

“Fuck, just fucking do it already,” he pants in a desperate whimper, voice fracturing on each shuddering inhale while I twist my palm over the weeping slit. “Quit pissing about and give me your cock before I go cross-eyed from the teasing. Been thinking about that thick cock splitting me apart all fucking day, what it’ll feel like when you bury yourself so fucking deep.”

There’s no hint of artifice or play-acting shadowing the raw yearning resonating through his gritty pleas. Only pure, naked craving glazing each syllable while I rock my hips in shallow thrusts—the swollen head parting that clenching pucker in threat of claiming what’s so fervently offered. With an exultant rumble, I drag the rigid steel through his crease, slicking his sensitive flesh with more smears of saliva.

“You want it so fucking badly, don’t you?” I murmur, lips grazing his neck to ghost scorching exhalations along each tendon. Jace groans at the friction of my fist still working his aching cock, so close yet deliberately held at bay. “Tell me how much you need to feel my cock reaming your slutty hole and I might oblige those lips at last.”

“Christ—yes! Need you to fucking wreck me on that fat cock until I’m blubbering and drooling all over myself.” The guttural rasp frays into pitiful whimpers, whether from desperation or torment is unclear. “Drill me open like the cockslut I am and make me forget every cock besides yours. Just destroy my greedy arse until I’m too dumb with pleasure to breathe properly without permission.”

An appreciative growl purrs deep in my chest at that unrestrained deluge of profanity-laced longing spilling from Jace’s lips. Positioning the crown squarely against his back entrance, I ease forward in a shallow thrust—the initial resistance scorchingly tight before those velvet depths yield in small increments. Inch by molten inch, Jace’s channel swallows the thick invader while I keep a palm anchored against his back. Each advance drags whimpers from his chest even as his muscles ease wider to accommodate the engorged girth stretching him open.

The moist heat of Jace’s panting breaths ghosts across the masonry as he shivers and writhes in my hold. Every shallow cant of his hips drags him further onto my cock—each bunching muscle driving me deeper until my groin is flush to his arse. I can feel his pulse thrumming wildly beneath the sweat-sheened skin, the rapid cadence matching my own as molten lust singes my veins.

“That’s it,” I rasp at last, savouring the exquisite heat of Jace’s body gripping my cock in a rippling vice with each shift of his hips. Once fully sheathed, I let my forehead loll against the arch of his shoulder, relishing the friction while he clenches around the intrusion. “Look at that greedy little hole. Gaping around my cock and still begging.”

“Fucking shag me properly already.” The muffled command emerges half-swallowed by the shuddering gasps racking his chest while he braces against my initial retreat. Even the barest shift seems to thoroughly remap every nerve ending as my cock drags against the slick constriction in stuttering glides.

A rasping chuckle rumbles from deep in my chest at the unrepentant hunger in that demand. My palm lands with another crack against the flesh of an arsecheek, fingers anchoring in the forming welt to tug him further onto my shaft as a fresh deluge of expletives shatters the stillness.

“Such a pretty mouth on you,” I croon against the straining cords of his nape. Relinquishing my hold just enough to angle my hips for a deeper stroke sends a fresh spiral of sobs punching from him. “Let’s see how loud I can make you scream.”

My name emerges in a strangled moan upon the first rolling withdrawal, every ridge and vein dragging deliciously against the velvet clench as I peel back to the swollen crown. Jace lurches forward gracelessly, his frame shuddering at the exquisite loss, inner walls convulsing to reclaim the invader. But I merely gather a fresh slick of saliva with my thumb, smearing it along the straining pucker before slamming home again in one fluid stroke.

The jarring impact ricochets through his hips, driving the breath from our lungs in a shared ragged outcry. Jace’s head lolls in desperation, shoulders heaving with the force of my thrusts as I set a punishing rhythm—hips snapping forward to drive deeper with each brutal stroke. The obscene squelch and slap of flesh is quickly drowned out by hoarse cries which seem more exaltation than pleas.

“Feeling that thick cock yet?” I can’t resist taunting, trailing my tongue along the whorls of his ear before grazing teeth against the lobe. My free hand shoves his shirt higher, palm rasping across the lean contours of his abdomen. “Or do you need your slutty hole stretched wider before that vacant mind remembers how good it feels getting stuffed full?”

Sweat beads along Jace’s hairline as he tosses his head back, thick blonde locks dishevelled and clinging damply to his flushed features. Every muscle stands out in exquisite definition from the exertion of being pinned and relentlessly pounded. Yet despite his body’s overwhelm, emerald eyes still manage to gleam with defiance when our stares lock.

“I reckon you’re the one with the vacant mind,” he grunts, digging his heels into the earth for traction to shove back onto my cock. “Maybe I ought swap places to remind this feeble cock how a proper shag is done, old man.”

Our laughter intermingles—mine a growl of satisfaction, his a rasping chuckle quickly eclipsed by a strangled gasp. Jace’s frame shudders as I shove deeper, a targeted swivel of my hips grinding the crown against that glorious bundle of nerves. His head lolls back onto my shoulder as another vulgar moan rips from his chest, nearly drowned out by the obscene squelching of my cock reaming his greedy walls.

“That’s it, you mouthy brat,” I purr against his throat, savouring each whimper vibrating beneath my lips. My palm crushes against his abdomen, fingers splaying to feel muscles flexing in his desperate writhing. “Let me hear those pretty gasps while I fuck you into a drooling mess.”

My name emerges in a shattered rasp as I brace my palm against the crumbling stone, leveraging the new angle to piston even deeper into his clenching heat. Each savage thrust splits him open around the engorged length of my cock, every ridge snagging along the rippling inner muscles. The slippery mess coating us both eases that glide until his body jolts with each full-depth impalement.

“Fucking hell, look at you taking that cock so well,” I croon between ragged breaths, unable to resist sneaking a hand down to cup and roll his heavy sac again. His cock juts thick and leaking while I squeeze almost to the point of pain.

Jace responds with only a protracted whine through clenched teeth, his entire body straining as he bucks back against me. Those velvet walls spasm in ecstatic convulsions around my thrusts, the swollen head cleaving through him on each rut. I can feel my restraint rapidly unravelling, every nerve ending thrumming with the urgent need to chase more of that blissful friction.

Craving that exquisite carnality, I bend Jace forward until his torso is nearly flush against the stone—knuckles whitening where he braces for the sudden shift in angle. One brutal shove sends my cock plunging impossibly deeper into that liquid inferno until his arse is flush to my groin, every ridge and vein scraping against that sweet spot with unbearable friction. Jace sobs out into the crook of his elbow, spine bowing under the intensity as I continue pounding into him with brutal, unrestrained force.

“You want it harder?” I snarl, obscenities dripping from my lips in a guttural growl that sends fresh tremors rippling through his shuddering frame. My hips snap forward with merciless vigour, driving that steel to the root, every stroke inwards riding that border between pleasure and pain as barbells drag against flesh.

With each punishing snap, Jace’s frame jolts forward until his torso collides fully against the stone, leaning over the low wall to stabilise himself. The jarring impact sends tremors reverberating through my cock buried between those rippling muscles. I seize a fistful of his tousled locks, yanking his head back in a silent demand to meet my savage gaze.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I bare my teeth in a feral snarl, revelling in the desperate sobs cascading from abused lips. “Getting treated like the greedy whore you are—used and discarded until I’ve wrung every drop from that cockdumb brain.”

There’s no mistaking the wretched groan rumbling through Jace’s heaving chest as affirmation. His eyes glisten with unshed tears, but flickers of challenge still lurk behind that dissolving mask of anguish. My name tears itself in a ragged gasp from his depths as I yank the strands in my fist tighter, exerting control with each plunge grinding deeper.

“Such pretty noises,” I croon with dark satisfaction, pausing to grind my pelvis in tight circles, working the thick girth with ruthless precision. The groans shredding his throat only stoke the inferno blazing in my veins. “But I want to hear you beg properly this time. Let everyone know how desperate you are to come for me.”

Sucking in a ragged breath through gritted teeth, Jace merely shakes his head in defiant silence, eyes mirroring the resolve hardening my own jaw. The muscles along his lower back ripple with each fruitless attempt to reclaim leverage against the onslaught driving him closer to the brink.

“,” he rasps at last, syllables dragged across gravel as if wrenched from his marrow. “, fucking—shite. Please.”

A low rumble of amusement vibrates through my chest as I grind my lower abdomen against his arse, continuing to rotate my hips in languid circles and savouring each spasm clenching around my cock. “Please what? Hm? You’ll need to be far more specific than that, zlatko.”

Jace swallows a wounded sound at my taunting cadence, sweat-slicked back flexing with the effort of meeting my punishing rhythm thrust for thrust. His hand scrabbles at the rough stone, fingers seeking purchase as I steadily increase the fervour driving my hips in rolling snaps. Each time I bottom out with that delicious slap of flesh, his brow nearly grazes the wall where it hangs between his shoulders.

“Please—fucking split me open on your cock,” he groans at last, shattering the fevered tension cloaking our tangled bodies. The desperate rasp frays to threads scattered on each inhalation as I pull back on his locks in an unforgiving grip, exposing the stark jut of his throat. “Christ, need every raw inch reaming me until I’m blubbering and crushed beneath you. Smash into my hungry hole until my slut-brain is battered from the inside out—”

An appreciative growl purrs deep in my chest, the resonance sending ripples cascading through Jace’s arched spine at the raw carnal promise lacing every syllable. Dropping my hand from his hair, I trail the pad of my thumb along his parched lips, feeling those petals part obediently to expose the wet heat waiting.

“Such an obscenely filthy mouth this cockslut has,” I rasp against the damp curls clinging to his nape, revelling in each shuddering groan as he struggles not to swallow his tongue. “Tell me—is getting that greedy hole drilled into oblivion the only thing left rattling around in that pretty brain right now?”

Jace grunts his assent, rendered incoherent beyond strangled gasps and sobs torn from his chest with each stroke driving my cock to the root. Every tendon and corded ridge stands out in stark relief as he arches and writhes in desperation, bound helplessly by my ruthless possession.

“Perfect,” I husk, the rich cadence scattering on each panting exhalation while I leverage my knees wider for deeper purchase. One palm sweeps down his spine as I lean back up, drinking in the flexing valleys and swells undulating in frenzied spasms. Fingernails rake along the glistening skin with delicious friction, stinging each fresh welt as I map his surrender. “Because all I want is to utterly fucking ruin you until even the most depraved whore would baulk at the mess I’ve made of your insatiable arsehole.”

Punctuating my guttural vow with fresh brutal strokes, I spread the cheeks framing that pucker rippling around my pistoning cock. Viscous precum begins drooling in glistening rivulets down Jace’s straining sac, mingling with the pearlescent foam spattering his taut bollocks with each ruthless snap of my hips. Hooking two fingers beneath the taut spheres, I roll and tug that hefty weight in tandem with my rhythm—eliciting a fresh litany of hoarse cries.

“You’re dripping all over the place, hiena,” I rumble with satisfaction, trailing my thumb through one smear before reaching over to drag the glistening digit across Jace’s panting lips in a silent command. His tongue darts out in a hazy daze to lap at the musky tang, pupils briefly unfocusing as I bear down with renewed fervour. “Don’t you dare fucking come until I get what I want.”

A ragged whine spills from him, each gasp shattering Jace further while his frame quakes. The subtle shift in angle has my cock reaming that tender cluster with exquisite friction, dismantling the remnants of his restraint. One graceful hand scrabbles against the stone while the other clamps around his dusky, weeping length.

The muscles of Jace’s forearm cord and flex, each tendon highlighted as his fist flies in frenzied tugs timed to the brutal snap of my hips burying myself to the root. A thick bead of precum froths at the crown, clinging in viscous droplets before spattering to the stone.

“Maybe—fuck. Maybe I will let you come, just this once, since you’ve been such an eager cockslut.” Each growl drips with dark promise while I grind deeper, pressing against that bundle until Jace’s knees nearly buckle. His slick fist works with increasing pumps, painting his heaving abdomen in glistening streaks as the obscene sounds intensify. The muscles of his walls spasm in clenching waves barely able to contain the brutal rhythm “Or perhaps I’ll keep you hovering on the sweet edge until you’re fucking weeping from the—”

“, fuck—please. Let me—let me come!” The desperate edge lacing Jace’s hoarse shout ignites fresh embers scorching through my veins. He lurches helplessly as I pound into those flexing depths with renewed gusto, finding purchase with his free hand braced against the wall.

Trailing my fingertips featherlight up his spine, I rake my nails down his throat, tracing each tendon outlined in stark relief. Planting my palm on his shoulder, I pull him back onto my cock—leveraging his lean hips into the cradle of my groin, grinding the steel adorning my cock deeper.

“Already blubbering,” I growl, head rolling back as I savour each shuddering moan. My grip anchors him with each jarring thrust forcing our bodies to collide in wet slaps and choked cries. “Talk to me, pizduxa—use your fucking words properly.”

Jace shakes his head frantically, teeth scoring his lip in a futile attempt to stifle whimpers gusting past.

“This unravelled already and you’ve barely gotten a taste. Fuck.” Nails rake down his spine, scoring the sleek musculature gliding beneath his flushed skin. His cries spiral higher with each deep grind, robbing his lungs of breath.

Freeing one hand, I surge forward to wrap my fingers around his throat—thumb tracing the hollows as each tortured sound escapes that obscene gape. His tongue protrudes in a desperate bid, tears streaking his cheeks.

The wild focus ricocheting across Jace’s dilated pupils is the only response as his release drifts further from grasp. My grip cinches with bruising force against his larynx, each wheeze severed into threads of silence. Even as shadows undoubtedly creep across his vision, each desperate sound emerges more hoarse—incoherent syllables shattering against the dense fog shrouding his senses.

Another hoarse cry splits the air as I grind deeper, ruthlessly working his pucker around my pistoning length. Each punishing rut feels like sinking into scorching silk, his convulsing walls milking me with merciless suction. The vice around my cock grows slicker—a heady mixture of our mingled arousal and sweat easing that glide to the root.

Jace whimpers, knuckles whitening where he braces against the unyielding surface. His throat works convulsively beneath my crushing grip, eyes rolling back as his fist flies with increasing fervour along his cock. The sharp tang of his musk hangs thick—rich and heady while his cock weeps pearlescent beads to streak his taut abdomen.

“That’s it, you filthy whore,” I taunt, rotating my hips in languid circles to work the swollen ridge against that tender bundle. Each shift draws a moan from Jace’s slack lips, tongue darting out to chase the sheen glistening along his top lip. “So gorgeous when you work that cock, pizduxa.”

The damp arch of his spine bows sharply as my palm connects with his arse cheek in a ringing slap, nails scoring faint crimson grooves. More arousal bubbles obscenely from his weeping prick, hanging in glistening strands to mat the rich thatch of loam. His strokes grow beyond frantic as my next few thrusts border on brutality—burying myself to the root until his choked cries dissolve into incoherent fragments.

“Trying to get nice and loud for me now?” I growl, flexing my fingers tighter around his throat until his exhalations emerge as wheezes. “Good boy—wouldn’t want those cunts lurking around to miss hearing you take this raw pounding…”

An incoherent babble spills past his swollen lips while the punishing rhythm crescendos into a brutal cadence. His bicep cords where he braces his forearm flush against the wall—entire frame contorting into a picture of anguished ecstasy with every molten inch forcing deeper into his velvet heat.

“Shh, shhh—” The tempo falters only marginally while I nuzzle his spine, inhaling the rich bouquet of masculine musk and carnal exertion wafting from his quivering body. Hot puffs scatter against the damp curls clinging to his nape while I savour the desperate sounds tearing at his throat around my choking grip. “No need for that. I’ll let you come, just like I said—”

A piteous whine punches past the tenuous seal of Jace’s lips at the dark promise. His cock jumps, twitching against the flexing ridges as he works his fist with steadily increasing abandon. Even as bruises mottle his windpipe in a grotesque necklace, emerald irises remain locked on my face despite his wavering vision.

“—but only if you can manage to beg me properly first,” I taunt, punctuating each word with a sharp snap grinding against his prostate. Jace’s spine bows with a violent shudder at the friction, hand frantically seeking purchase against the surface pinning him. “You know what I want, hiena. Let’s see if that sharp tongue still works around my cock ploughing the senses from your skull.”

“H-,” Jace gasps, the consonants sawing ragged from his abused vocal cords as I release some of the pressure. His lips peel back over gritted teeth in a blatant snarl while struggling against my restraints, the sinews in his arms and shoulders straining. “Fucking… C-Christ, just let-let me come. Please, fuck… Don’t make me…”

The words spiral into a wretched howl as I bear down with renewed savagery, hips pistoning forward to bury my cock balls-deep with brutal efficiency. Each jarring impact sends fresh tremors ricocheting through Jace’s frame until his knees waver precariously beneath the onslaught. The scent of his arousal thickens—the sweet resin mingling with sweat and the musk of his cum hanging leadenly between us.

“C’mon, zlatko,” I snarl against the sweat-slicked ridges of his trapezius. My hand abandons his throat only to card through his hair, yanking his head back at a brutal angle while maintaining the savage rhythm reaming him apart. “Gonna need you to keep that filthy mouth working overtime if you want that…”

Forcing his chin up to expose his throat’s stark tendons, I relish the way Jace’s pupils roll back at the abrupt shift. Each guttural groan punched from his core shatters into shards the moment his lips part—only for fresh sobs and vulgarities to burst forth. His spine contorts into a sleek line while straining to withstand the raw intensity cresting higher with each thunderous collision.

“Please.” The plea wrenches itself from deep within Jace’s psyche, the timbre fraying around the edges even as his fist blurs against the swollen crown. His gaze skitters wildly across my face in his periphery while I bear down harder, grinding the thick ridge along his slick walls. “God—, f-fucking hell. I need to…”

The torrent of obscenities crests back into incoherence as his mouth parts around silent cries, jaw slack while lashes flutter against sculpted cheekbones. My palm crushes against his sternum in warning as I batter my cock into him—sinking as deep as possible until his shuddering spine nearly risks snapping under the duress.

“Ah, ah—look at me,” I growl through gritted teeth, pinning Jace with my hips flush as I pause to grind in languid circles. His heels scramble while I work the crown in a relentless massage against that spot buried within. “Give those filthy lips a proper workout, that was fucking pitiful. Give me. What I fucking. Want.”

Jace’s lashes flutter open at the husky command, blown pupils struggling to maintain their tenuous focus despite the desperation sheering through his synapses. His trembling hand flails blindly, finally anchoring against my hip to leverage the brutal pace while the other continues working his cock with increasingly erratic tugs.

“Christ, baby, please—fuck—don’t…” Each syllable emerges more guttural and grating than the last, tapering into choked whimpers as fresh rivulets trickle along Jace’s hairline. The cords in his abdomen bunch with the exertion, tendons shifting in stark relief beneath the layers of flushed, glistening flesh. “L-let me—sh-shite. Drag?, te rog—nngh. Las?-m? s? ejaculez peste tot, s? acop?r acest perete ?n timp ce folose?ti gaura mea lacom? ca tarf? disperat? pe care o sunt…”

A feral grin splits my features at that raw plea, the force with which he spills out his native tongue.

“That’s it,” I grind out, relishing the way Jace’s spine contorts at every delicious shift. My hips snap forward in controlled strokes, grinding my cockhead against the bundle of nerves rapidly catalysing him towards oblivion. “Keep running that honeyed mouth while I ruin you from the inside out.”

Another whine shatters past his parted lips, bordering on a frantic scream. Each impact sends Jace lurching forward, chest pressing heavily into the stone. His knees splay wider to absorb the onslaught pounding his core while I revel in the rapturous spasms milking me with sublime friction.

Each time Jace wrenches his gaze up to lock with mine in his periphery, the sheer unravelled devotion etched across his features ignites a fresh roar in the furnace blazing through my veins. The blown obsidian depths plead with glazed lust even as he mouths my name in that debauched mantra of supplication amidst the fevered whimpers of his mother language. My palm crushes against the sculpted musculature of his lower back, pinning him in place while I grind into him over and over.

Any semblance of coherence crumbles as Jace unravels entirely—reduced to breathless moans and whimpers raw enough to shred his vocal cords. His body seizes, spine elongating into an exquisite arch while I’m sure his vision whites out from the raw agony.

Stars coruscate across my own gaze as the ache in my sac finally reaches critical mass—each bundle fracturing and unspooling in rapturous release while I jackhammer against him. Viscous ropes of my release paint his clenching walls in scorching bursts while his own destruction spills in streaks across the stone inches from where he braces. Every ragged sob seems to coincide with a fresh torrent of Jace’s seed streaking the crumbling surface.

The moans and whimpers shredding his throat spiral impossibly higher with each wave of agonising ecstasy wrenching through his core. Jace’s spine remains contorted in that aching bow, frame trembling violently while my palm scorches along the damp contours to wrap around his cock, batting his hand away. Obscene bursts of pearlescent foam drip from my knuckles wrapped around his spent shaft in viscous ropes.

Each shuddering aftershock seems to cleave another fractured moan from deep within our beings while I continue pumping into Jace’s quivering channel—dragging the rigid steel through every convulsing twitch to prolong the transcendence fracturing what little composure remains. My tongue rasps a reverent path along the tendon standing proud beneath his jaw, lips grazing the salt-slick ridges as he comes back to himself in increments.