Feel My Pain (Curse Bound 1)

Zane groaned, his dick already awake. What would have been the harm in letting off some steam? “You’re no fun.”

“Yeah, and the sooner we find out about this magic stuff, have our Mortal Kombat, and part, the better. Here it is.” Roach pointed to a small shelf under a dusty staircase.

His words didn’t align with the way he tried to keep Zane in bed after the fuck, so Zane touched the front of his pants again, gasping when his balls heated up without prodding.

Roach huffed in frustration. “Don’t do that here. There could be kids around.”

This was fun.

“Come on, Roach, I think you deserve a reward for finding the right shelf so fast,” Zane mused, rubbing Roach’s lower back with his other hand. The firm body radiated an intoxicating heat that slowly brought the inside of Zane’s skull to a sizzle as he pressed his chest to Roach’s arm.

“Jesus Christ…” Roach whispered and closed his eyes. “I’m not a dog to work for treats.” But he didn’t move away this time.

“You sure? I see a big, strong mutt with a lot of stamina,” Zane said in a low voice, intoxicated by the power he had over this guy. He didn’t even need magic for that. The white noise somewhere outside dispersed as he opened Roach’s zipper and pushed his hand into the heat. Roach was getting hard, a pet ready to perform tricks for its master, and Zane grinned at the other man’s miserable expression. This was better than stabbing him and being done with it.

“You’re the worst,” Roach whispered, but slid his arm around Zane and pulled him closer. “We gotta be real quick. I can’t get arrested. I already did time.”

“What for?” Zane breathed. The more he knew about his enemy, the better.

He plucked Roach’s cock out and squeezed it hard, right there, in the middle of the library, not that far from two old ladies reading their polite historical fiction… or cookbooks, or whatever it was that old ladies enjoyed. The Bible or porn, it could go either way.

Roach’s face went slack, and as his skin warmed, the scent of tobacco and smoke strengthened too, drawing Zane in as if it were the best pot.

“Who cares? Doesn’t matter.” Roach grabbed Zane’s belt buckle, but was slow, surely afraid to make noise.

“I need to know how afraid I should be,” Zane chuckled, even though at this point any and all wariness he’d felt when he’d met Roach last night evaporated. Had it been that short of a time? Only day and he already had the bastard in his grasp.

“Very,” Roach groaned, but little dogs barked the loudest. He was already rocking his hips when his fingers found Zane’s cock.

But if this was to be a short number, Zane needed some moisture and pushed his fingers past Roach’s lips, rubbing his tongue. It was… soft and so hot to the touch that for a moment he considered making his pet kneel to test whether he’d improved his blowjob skills since their previous meeting.

“What was it? Robbing an old lady? Tax Fraud? Gang rape?” he whispered, eyes pinned to Roach’s face.

The bastard was so attractive a part of Zane wanted to kiss him while the other was ready to punch in his teeth as Roach shamelessly humped Zane’s hand.

“Nothing that exciting,” he groaned as soon as Zane’s damp fingers slid out of his mouth. “Gun trafficking for the club.”

Zane grunted when Roach’s thumb swirled around his cockhead, making him curl his toes and whine into the old smoke-scented jacket. But his spine was already conducting electricity, and he couldn’t stop the process once it started.

“Your dick’s bigger than my high school crush’s, I’ll give you that,” Zane whispered, pumping in a fast rhythm up and down Roach’s shaft.

“I should fucking think so,” Roach groaned, his breath speeding up, and to silence himself, he bit on Zane’s neck. He was a dog, humping Zane’s hand in excitement, as if he were on the verge of coming already. His hand worked Zane’s dick ever faster too. Rough and meaty, it was how Zane liked his men most.

He chuckled, head thrown back as he beat Roach’s junk while the invisible strands tying their bodies together pulsed, communicating arousal and pleasure in a loop that kept getting them to greater highs. He got to his toes, shocked when molten heat climbed up his trembling legs, pulled up his balls. Then, he was coming.

He’d never come this fast from a hand job.

Roach gasped as if he’d just ran a marathon, but hugged Zane close, his spunk still hot on Zane’s skin. It smelled so good too. Like pure arousal.

Laughing came easily to Zane when he felt content, so he hugged Roach back and patted him on the shoulder. The caramel aroma of Roach’s cologne, and the sandalwood of Zane’s soap bar formed a cloud around their bodies, and he pressed his shoulder to Roach’s chest, greedy to savor his warmth a little longer. His right hand was damp and sticky, and it would leave white stains everywhere, so he licked off a glob of the fresh cum from the middle of his palm. Its mild flavor came as a surprise, and he groaned, opening his lips to suck the spunk off the sticky fingers.