“The best. And you know I love a man in uniform, but so many of them only act like they have an impressive cock. You actually do, Hen.” Jak’s clever fingers rolled Kass’s nips again, then squeezed.
Hen had to shut his eyes tight against the sight of them, but especially Kass, writhing in near-ecstasy on top of him.
Kass moaned again, though, cutting through his attempt to distract himself. “So fucking good, Hen… Oh fuck me, yeah, just like that…” He began to grind a little quicker.
Jak kept kissing him and playing with his nips, whispering, “Show him how good, Kass.”
Kass’s prick dribbled, hot and sticky against Hen’s belly. This was, quite possibly, the most miraculous thing about Kass: his ability to come like a downspout just from having something, preferably a cock, in his ass at the right angle. The first time he’d done it, Hendrik had been so impressed and obsessed with watching this supernatural feat of supreme hotness that it had become a point of pride for Kass.
A little bit of an exhibitionist, his sweet boy. With a face and body like his, though, why not?
“I’m gonna cum so hard, by all the hells, oh fuck, oh Hen…” Kass dug his short nails into Hen’s chest, raking downward. With his other hand, he pinched Hen’s nipple, then twisted.
This time, Hendrik caught the moment, just barely there but perfect. If he blinked it away, he’d lose out but last longer. If he came now, it would shake his entire fucking world. With a groan, Hen let himself tip over into oblivion, his hips jerking to put him deeper, deeper inside Kass as he shot what felt like rush after rush of cum into him.
“Fuck, yeah, give it to me, Hen, gimme everything, fuck yes, oh that’s so…fucking…ah!”
Hen forced his own eyes open, looking first at the blissed-out expression on Kass’s face, then down to see his pretty, almost purple cock shoot strings of cum into his navel and all over his belly and chest. The sudden profusion of cum both inside and out immediately made things stickier and the slap of skin on skin became squelching and wet. In the initial aftershocks, Hen’s prick stayed hard inside Kass as he worked every last bit of cum out of himself. He collapsed into Hen’s body a moment later, into his own cum puddle, as if suddenly gone boneless.
Jak, whose prick was hard again, the minx, patted Kass’s backside, and Kass lifted it, releasing Hen from inside him unceremoniously. They both made a noise somewhere between pain and satisfaction. Jak bit at his bottom lip, grinning. “You two are the most beautiful mess I know, you know that?”
“Mrph,” Kass said into Hen’s chest.
“Think that means yes,” Hen said once he had enough breath in him to speak.
Chapter 5: Tavern District, Stone City
Once they were cleaned up and had confirmed with one of the staff that Piret, Lyla, and Kajja were still doing whatever they were doing somewhere else in the building and did not require their company yet, Kass curled up against Hen’s side in the bed and closed his eyes. Jak, once he was done putting things back in their places, came to his other side, and Hen reached out for him. Jak was polite about inserting himself in these moments; Hen wasn’t sure where the line was between business and enjoyment for him, but he respected that Jak obviously had a line that he kept intact for both himself and his customers.
“Quick nap. Took it out of me,” Kass mumbled into Hen’s chest.
Jak chuckled and stretched out on his side; Hen reached up to brush his quickly drying hair out of his eyes. Jak said, “He never could stay awake after a good orgasm.”
“Not as long as I’ve known him. And I gave him his first orgasm that wasn’t self-administered,” Hen admitted.
Jak laughed and shot an affectionate look at Kass.
“We’re good here?” Hen checked.
Jak nodded. “You’re my one for the day. Once you start charging my rates, one’s all it takes.”
“Hope you didn’t have to bump anyone off the schedule for us,” Hen said with a smile.
“Of course I did.” Jak slid the palm of his hand over Hendrik’s bare belly. “Sometimes I think I should be paying you.”
“I bet you say that to all the clients,” Hen said.
Jak chuckled silently. “Well, yes, but I only mean it with you.”
“You’re gonna be rich someday, Jak. Way out of my price range, at least.” Hen put a fingertip against Jak’s swollen, dark lips.
Jak kissed it. “About that…” He glanced down at Kass, whose breathing was even enough that he might’ve been sleeping. Or trying to sleep. Or pretending to sleep.
“Oh, yeah, sorry, we usually pay before—”
“No.” Jak took his hand, considered it, and then kissed the palm of it, then the back of it. “After is fine. It’s just something Kass mentioned last time.”
Some nights, they just stayed with Jak—or Jak came to them in their cell and ended up sleeping there. Late night post-fuck chats were common and enjoyable perks to being friends with their favorite sex worker, as it turned out. “Was I asleep?”
Jak nodded and settled their hands back on Hen’s belly, intertwined now. “I will eventually want to retire.”
“You could probably retire now and afford to live in Mid-District,” Hen said with a snort. “But you’re more ambitious than that. What do you want? Your own house full of beautiful workers, maybe? Or just a quiet place in the High City with a garden and lots of silk hangings, just for you?”
Jak smiled, his eyes crinkling. “I could see either.”
“Seems like it’s a ways off, though. Unless you’re getting tired of the life?”
“No. No, I still love the ridiculous faux-glamor of it, I won’t lie. But…in a few years. I might be open to a keeper.”
Hen nodded. Plenty of guards, especially the ones who went elite, kept someone. It could be a sex worker on retainer, or it could be as simple a transaction as a live-in bedmate in exchange for all expenses paid. There was no chance of getting a license to have a child, with such an arrangement, which was a perk for most ambitious soldiers. “It’s an option.”
“What about you?”
Hen snorted. He really could not escape this conversation lately. “I’ll go where they tell me to go and hope it’s something I like.”
“Not planning to settle down, then?”
Hen shook his head. “Can’t imagine it. Anyhow, kids make me nervous, and I’m not interested in women like that, so it doesn’t make any sense.”
