Once Hen’s prick was oiled up, Jak, true to form, slid all the way down it ‘til his balls came to rest on Hen’s lower belly. It was no easy feat to take him at once like that, either; Jak was just built for it. It was all Hen could do not to buck up into him, Jak was so tight and warm, and had this look on his face somewhere between pure bliss and desperation. Hen kept his hold on Jak’s hips but didn’t try to guide him, he just wanted to feel the muscles work as Jak lifted, shaking a little, and then sank down again to take Hen in completely. He wriggled down again and squeezed internally, and Hen gasped. “Fuck, Jak.”
“Oh, I’m just getting started.” But Jak patted his cheek and asked Hen, all sweetness and solicitude, “You alright, honey? Is this how you want me?”
“It definitely is.” Kass laughed and kissed at Jak’s neck, one hand toying with one of Jak’s dark nipples as he worked. He rode Hen carefully, at first, testing angles and speeds until he found the one that hit the right spot. He gave a moan of approval as he slipped into the rhythm. A trickle of sweat formed on Jak’s forehead and lovingly traced its way down his cheek, onto his neck, finally catching in the soft, dark hair across his chest. Hen wanted to lean forward and lick it up; focusing on it was keeping him from exploding into Jak’s talented ass.
A flash of a dark limb distracted him; Kass reached for Jak’s bobbing prick, holding it still so when he lifted, he fucked Kass’s hand. Jak dripped over his fingers, picking up speed as he worked his thighs harder. The taut muscles in his stomach rippled with the effort of it, but his mouth was slack, open, inviting, red and wet. He kept his eyelids lowered, so when his gaze connected with Hen’s or Kass’s, it was through his lashes. They weren’t quite as impressive as Kass’s but Jak knew how to use them.
For just a moment, Hen managed to pull himself back and admire the situation. Jak was really a work of art, and an athlete too, the way he rode long and steady, no breaks, just rocking himself into pure pleasure. Kass used his hands and lips to tweak and play with Jak’s soft places, his neck, his nips, his ass, his balls, his prick. He never touched Hen, not one time, but he was so eager with Jak, so intuitive and attentive, that Hen knew exactly what it would feel like if he had.
Jak planted a palm against Hen’s chest and gave a sudden, wild moan of pleasure as Kass squeezed his prick. Hen tried not to think too hard about it, about the all-encompassing sensation of tightness and perfect friction around his own prick just then.
“Are you panicking, yet?” Kass asked.
“A little,” Hen admitted with a breathless laugh. There would be no penalty if he didn’t make it through Jak’s ride without coming, of course; Kass would laugh and clap just the same as if he had, and then they’d do it all over again for Kass. But Kass knew that Hen liked to win; and Hen meant to “win” today, even though, viewed properly, he already fucking had. Repeatedly.
“Good,” Jak said with a huff. He kept himself braced against Hen’s chest and sped up a little, rocking down onto his cock and then up into Kass’s hand, then again, then again, with the smoothest, most elegant economy of motion in his hips. It was like watching a dancer but better because the dancer was riding him.
Or something. Fuck, he was confused, but this was incredible.
“Want to come in my mouth?” Kass asked.
“Unless you want to watch it,” Jak breathed.
“I do, but you taste too good.” Kass grinned and leaned over, blocking Hen’s view of Jak’s desperate prick.
Which might’ve seemed like a boon, now that Jak was becoming slightly frenzied and Hen was desperate to empty into him. Jak’s face as he rode his way to a climax, his sweaty hair clinging to his forehead, his tongue darting out to wet his parted lips, his dark eyes behind fluttering lashes, his gaze boring directly into Hen’s—it was all too much.
Hen clutched at the duvet and squeezed his eyes shut just as Jak shuddered around and on top of him. He jerked up, as if to fuck Kass’s mouth, then ground all the way down and wriggled on Hen’s dick in the most obscene and divine way. Hen gasped even as Jak gave a moan of intense pleasure and happiness, seized by full body shudders.
For a moment, Hen thought he might’ve actually come too, the sensation was so all-consuming. He was prepared to admit defeat and a little bit disappointed he had been too busy fighting it off to enjoy it properly, but when Jak pulled him out with an unflattering squelching sound, Hen’s well-used prick still looked full and hard as stone.
It glistened from the oil and Jak, and Kass brought a hot towel from the heater in the corner. He laid it gently over Hen’s prick, which moved at the sensation. Hen hissed, “Fuck, Jak, you’re gift, you know that?”
“Yes,” Jak panted, leaning forward to kiss him again. They let it linger, sliding wet lips against each other while Kass carefully, almost lovingly cleaned Hen up, then turned his attention and the towel to the split of Jak’s ass. Jack broke the kiss off with a huff of air as he did so, then said, “But so are you. Believe me.”
Who wouldn’t feel proud, in that moment, though? Honestly?
Kass attended to their clean up with kisses and smiles and whispers of praise for them both, so Hen was even more desperate to have him by the time the interlude ended. Palm slick with oil, Kass straddled Hen’s hips and slicked up his cock again.
Hen chuckled. “Seems like you’ve done this before.”
“Does it?” Kass had rarely looked so self-satisfied, which was saying quite a lot. “I am known for getting exactly what I want.”
“Are you now?” Hen asked.
Kass nodded then squeezed his prick. “By the gods, this dick…fucking magnificent.”
Hen shifted and groaned. “Fuck, Kass, stop teasing me. I barely made it through the cleanup.”
Kass leaned forward and said, into his ear, “You’ll make it.”
Hen shuddered.
“Won’t you?” Kass prompted.
Hen nodded, swallowing hard.
“You don’t need to worry about my cock.” Kass leaned back into Jak’s arms, which wrapped around him from behind.
Straddling Hen’s thighs behind Kass, Jak said, “Hands-free, today?”
“I think so.” Kass looked Hen directly in the eye as he said it, though he wrapped his oil-free arm around Jak’s neck behind him. Stretched out like that, one hand hovering over Hen’s slicked, straining cock, his hair askew and his skin alight, wearing nothing but the gold chain around his neck, Kass radiated an energy that could only be divinity. “But I’d love you to touch me. Everywhere else.”
“Everywhere,” Jak replied into his neck, like a promise. One of his hands slid down Kass’s abdomen and traced his navel, and the other found its way to his nipple, giving it a flick to make it harden. Kass smiled and readjusted, angling Hen’s prick toward him slightly and rocking his hips to work the head inside.
Hendrik squeezed every muscle in his body tight to keep from being overwhelmed. They didn’t do this every day, though Kass had requested it more often recently. It was reserved for times when Kass wanted to feel especially close to him and cared for, or when he felt like asserting his ownership of Hen. Or both, which was what this felt like. Hen liked getting fucked too, now and then, but Kass’s reaction to having something in his ass was too good to be missed. Every time they did it this way, that first sensation of being inside Kass, his world, his everything, his life, it almost sent him over the edge. He flexed his stomach harder as Kass took him in, a look of extreme concentration on his sweet, sweaty face.
Kass put both hands on Hendrik’s chest and leaned forward slightly, lips parted, eyelids heavy. “It’s okay if it’s quick,” he said, his voice suddenly a gentle contrast to his previous bossiness. “It gets me off when you fill me with cum.”
Hen wanted to say that he knew that but instead just leaned forward and took his mouth, overcome with a swirl of desire and emotion he couldn’t even begin to disentangle into words. “Do you want it to be quick?” he mumbled into Kass’s mouth.
Kass said, “No. I want it to last forever. But it’s okay; someday it will. For now, I’ll just take the cum.”
Though Hen was 100% certain no priest had ever promised eternal fucking as a feature of godhood, he knew that if Kass had anything to say about it, it would be. As if to prove it, he sank all the way down, taking Hen in almost all the way. He moaned and squirmed on Hen’s lap; Jak kissed his neck and flicked both of his nips with deft fingers, then rolled them. Kass started rocking his hips and thighs, and after a few practice thrusts, seemed to find the right spot inside him to massage against Hen’s pulsing cock. He moaned and shivered in Jak’s arms, his pretty, rock-hard prick giving a little jump. “Mmm, you’re so good to me, Hendrik. That dick is so fucking good…”
Which was funny, seeing as Hen wasn’t doing a damn thing except letting them use that dick. He did like to feel useful, though. He fucking loved to feel useful. “Anything you want, sweet boy,” Hen whispered, voice almost choked.
Kass’s hands curled into fists against his chest as he picked up his rhythm. “Jak, tell him what a good soldier he is.” He pulled one hand away from Hen’s chest and waved it in the air between them.
