feel most of the delight of plunging into Vax. However, there were a line of hard nubs along the length, nubs that would rub the Imdiko’s prostate as Bacoj fucked him. The sound of gel squirting, of Bacoj’s groan as he rubbed it on his sheathed length, made him groan too. The Dramok wiped the excess on Vax’s hole.
Pressure there. Bacoj was pushing in. Taking him. Vax felt each fraction of the entry, the gel doing its work to enhance the sensation. The other man’s sigh filled his ears as he filled his ass.
The first nub rubbed Vax’s hotspot, and a jolt of liquid heat shot through his sexes. He lurched, his yell muffled by the gag. Bacoj covered him with himself, holding him helpless with his weight as he burrowed in deeper.
Another demanding throb of friction raised the hair on Vax’s body. And another. Molten bliss consumed him as the nubby line of Bacoj’s sheath bore down on his prostate. The Imdiko writhed under the ecstatic torment, his cocks jerking constant warnings.
It wasn’t quite sufficient to set him off, however. Bacoj rutted him at a deliberate pace, just enough to make Vax crazy with the need to climax. A climax he couldn’t achieve right away. The sheaths working his shafts moved too slowly, as did his lover. He was driven to the brink, but he couldn’t come.
After several minutes of excruciating rapture, Vax began pleading, his garbled words unrecognizable around the gag. Tears wet the pillow beneath his face as he strained to move against Bacoj, to somehow force his tormentor to give him release.
Bacoj gave no sign he noticed the Imdiko’s desperation. His movements remained languorous, his pace unhurried as he pumped in and out of Vax’s tight warmth. He fucked him as if he’d take all night before he’d allow either of them to orgasm.
Time slipped past with excruciating slowness. Still, Bacoj fucked and fucked and fucked Vax, sighing with unhurried satisfaction. None of the Imdiko’s attempts for gratification allowed him release. Exhausted from his efforts, he finally stilled, lying helpless and aching with need as Bacoj continued to leisurely enjoy him. He had no choice but to surrender to his lover’s preference to go slow, though it drove him crazy.
As the minutes continued to pass, he realized the pressure in his cocks was building. Despite the slow pace, he climbed toward orgasm. He was young, his body eager to find pleasure no matter how it was granted. Every delicious tug on his shafts by the sleeves grew in intensity. Every thrust that sent Bacoj’s studded length against his cumspot felt more acute than the last. Rapture crept closer on silent feet, eyeing him hungrily as it poised to strike.
Closer. Heat climbing his primary shaft, working its way toward eruption. Vax’s entire being focused on that growing excitement, his concentration narrowed on the rising level of molten desire. Release inching ever nearer, needing only a few more thrusts to send him over, to grant him salvation…
A powerful spasm seized his groin, a muscular contraction that made him grunt with its strength. Then brightness bloomed deep within, blinding in its intensity as seething rapture burst from his primary. Ecstatic surges, waves of purest delight, jolted free, draining him of the awful tension that had built so high. Vax moaned in rhythm with each blissful release, vaguely aware of Bacoj’s drawn out groan that announced his climax.
Vax’s cocks throbbed for a long while, even after he’d been emptied of every drop of seed. Bacoj continued to rock inside him, urging the last mote of ecstasy from the trembling Imdiko. When at last his whimpers quieted, Bacoj halted. He sighed, rubbing Vax’s shoulders.
“I guess this room isn’t so bad after all,” the Dramok said.
* * * *
Karil stood in the darkness fingering his favorite knife, wondering if he should curse or thank the ancestors. He wasn’t a superstitious man, but he marveled at seeming destiny goading him into action. What else but fate could have sent him such a chance?
Catching sight of Vax and his Dramok screwing buddy in the middle of Ler earlier had been a shock. What were those two doing on Dantovon, the planet Karil had chosen to be exiled to, if not delivered to him by providence?
The moon had gone down, and shadows pooled deeply on the street where Karil stood, undetected by the few who passed him. He stared in disbelieving hatred at the inn across the lane, where he’d followed the Imdiko who’d ruined