Their Bounty (Four Mercenaries 1)

“You can have all the pineapple you want. I’ll prepare it for you, so you let me do this in return,” Boar said, squeezing the ass that so perfectly filled his hands. His breath was becoming shallow, and the fog in his brain was already in effect. He wanted to take Clover’s flavor with him.

Clover’s cockhead became a darker shade of pink and bobbed when the boy shifted closer and rubbed it against Boar’s lips. Despite the small space, heat rising in the car and the uncomfortable seat, Boar melted from the excitement of Clover’s closeness. Clover didn’t just ‘agree’ to be with Boar for protection. He craved him.

There wasn’t much time left if Boar was to arrive at his destination far in advance of the agreed time, but he needed to make it count. His eyes trained on Clover’s pale irises, so unlike anyone’s Boar ever met, he rolled out his tongue and pressed it to the underside of Clover’s cock, his throat already aching for its girth. Humming softly, he massaged Clover’s back and raised his head to close his mouth around the cock.

When Clover moaned, his eyelids fluttering, in Boar’s mind he could as well be an angel fallen from heaven just for him. Anyone who knew Clover was aware he was no celestial creature, but hadn’t Lucifer once been an angel too?

Clover had struck Boar as beautiful when they’d first met, but it seemed that with each day, he only bloomed to become more enticing. From the white locks to the unusual eyes and pink parted lips, Boar could suck on Clover’s cock for eternity while staring at his face. Better than meringue filled with Chantilly cream.

He’d come in the shower once as he jerked off imagining Clover watching him with that flirty expression. That boy. He was sex on legs.

With a groan of contentment, Boar squeezed Clover’s balls through the jeans and hollowed his cheeks around the cock, savoring the clean aroma of flesh and how wonderfully it mixed with the saltiness of pre-cum that already dampened his tongue.

Clover’s groan echoed in the emptiness of Boar’s skull as he blindly reached back to stroke Boar’s cock through fabric. The sweet boy cared about Boar’s pleasure even when his life was at stake. How could he know that Boar didn’t need anything in return, content with witnessing the ecstatic expressions Clover made during sex. The boy was so hot that watching him lick fruit juice off his fingers would have been enough to arouse.

Still, Boar pushed his hips against the hand, pulling Clover deeper inside his mouth, licking the cock and sucking up its juices as if it were a lollipop flavored with real strawberries and cream. His breath came out in raspy gasps, but as arousal tipped over inside him, all his thoughts focused on satisfying the wonderful boy who loved him and who wanted to be his. There was always a bit of an issue with getting a dick past Boar’s gag reflex the first time, but once he succeeded, and Clover’s open jeans rubbed against his face, he rolled his hips in triumph.

The boy wasn’t a master of self-control, but Boar liked him this way, all breathless and needy. Clover started rocking his cock into Boar’s mouth with increasing speed, holding onto the car window with one hand and moaning without shame.

“Yes, Boar, just like that,” he whispered, closing his eyes and arching when Boar squeezed his ass.

The steady motion hypnotized Boar into thinking about the sweetness of his partner, and soon enough his thoughts were purged of any worries he’d had. In. And out. In. And out. Clover didn’t hold back anymore, his hips trembling as he approached his release, damp fingers clutching at Boar’s hair and rubbing his face until there was more face fucking than sucking involved.

When Clover came, Boar experienced his orgasm with the entirety of his body, trembling with his boy when hot sperm shot straight into his throat. He gave Clover a few seconds to catch his breath, but his cock throbbed in his jeans for attention.

Boar pushed Clover up enough for the spent cock to pull out of his lips. “You just stay like this, okay? And look at me.” Boar gasped for air when he reached under the arch of thighs and to his own jeans.

Clover’s cheeks were raspberry red. He nodded, still gasping for air when Boar released his own dick from the confines of his pants. The freedom of it only felt good for a moment, because the need to release the built-up tension was too strong, and Boar offered his hand for Clover to lick. The warm, sensuous tongue was like fire against his skin, but as soon as his fingers were damp, he returned them to his dick and started jerking off frantically.