Page 66 of Deathless
He closed his mouth over the head of my cock and the sound I made bounced off the stone ceiling. Wet heat, pressure, the flat of his tongue pressing up, and I grabbed the edge of the cot because my hands needed something to crush. He pressed me back down with one hand flat on my hip and took me deeper, slower, and the warmth of it sank into places the scaldingshower hadn't touched. Muscle by muscle, the tension in my spine started to unknot.
I slid my fingers into his wet hair and gripped. He hummed around me, and the vibration dropped straight to the base of my spine and sat there, heavy, building.
"More," I pleaded. "That's not enough. I need you to wreck me."
He pulled off long enough to look up at me, lips slick, eyes sharp. "Get the vibrator from your pack. Left side pocket."
I stared at him. "How do you know about that?"
"I pay attention." He pressed his mouth to the inside of my thigh, sucked hard enough to bruise, and spoke against the skin. "Get it."
I leaned over the edge of the cot and dug through my pack. The small vibe was where it always was, tucked in the side pocket in its case. I tossed it to him, and he turned it over in his hand, studied it for a second, then handed it back.
"You know what you like," he said. "Show me."
I slicked the vibrator and reached between my legs. Jasper went back down on me at the same time I pressed the tip against my hole, and the pressure from both directions at once pulled a groan out of me so loud it echoed off the stone walls. I eased the vibe in, slow, and my thighs shook with the stretch of it. Jasper's mouth stayed on my cock, steady, anchoring me while I opened up around the toy.
I clicked it on. The buzz hit my prostate and my whole body locked, every muscle clamping at once. I bucked hard against Jasper's mouth, and he pressed my hip down and kept going, hot and tight, tongue working me while the vibration pulsed deep.
"Joder," I said. "Fuck, right there, don't stop."
He pulled off just enough to speak against the head of my cock. "That's it. Stay with me."
I adjusted the angle, and Jasper matched it, sucking harder when I pushed the vibe deeper, easing off when I pulled back. He read my body like he'd been studying it for years, and every correction he made landed right. Jasper's mouth, the deep thrum of the vibe against that spot, the rough cotton of the cot under my back, the cool stone air on my sweat-slick skin. I couldn't think. I couldn't hold a single thought past the next second, and that was the whole fucking point.
Then Patroklos flashed behind my eyes. On his knees. The sickle in the dirt.
I flinched and Jasper pulled off. He looked up at me, one hand still on my hip, and waited.
"Don't stop," I said. My voice cracked. "I need you to not stop."
He held my gaze for a second. Then he lowered his mouth back down and took me deep, and the image broke apart under the heat of him.
"Close," I ground out. "Jasper, I'm gonna come."
He took me all the way down and swallowed around me. I arched off the cot, one hand twisted in his hair and the other pressing the vibe tight against my prostate, and the orgasm hit so hard I stopped breathing. Every muscle locked. I came into his throat with a sound that cracked in the middle, half groan and half something that had been sitting in my chest since Amritsar, and he swallowed and kept his mouth on me through the aftershocks until I shoved at his shoulder because one more second would have broken me.
He pulled off and sat back on his heels, lips swollen, cock flushed and leaking against his stomach, and every wrecked inch of him belonged to me.
"Keep your legs up," he said. His voice had gone low and rough.
A full body shudder rolled through me. I kept my knees pulled up, the vibe still humming inside me, and Jasper wrapped his hand around himself.
He stroked fast, eyes locked on the vibe disappearing into me, on my slick skin, on the mess of spit and come on my stomach. I spread my thighs wider, and his breath hitched.
"Come on," I said. "Come on me."
He came with a groan that tore out of him, spilling hot across my balls and the base of the vibe and the insides of my thighs. He kept stroking through it, kept coming, and the heat of it on my skin replaced everything I'd tried to scrub off in the shower. This I wanted. This I'd keep.
He stayed there for a second, breathing hard, his hand on my thigh. Then he clicked the vibe off and eased it out of me, setting it aside. He grabbed the towel from the floor and cleaned me up without rushing, then collapsed beside me on the narrow cot.
I turned into him and he wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close.
"Still here," I said quietly.
"Still here." He pressed his lips to my forehead.
We lay there until the sweat dried on my skin and the room came back. The stone ceiling. The bare bulb. The second cot nobody had touched.
