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“Mace. What is this?” Cayl’s hips rolled, twisting and
finding Mace’s thigh. He pressed up, rubbing his cock against Mace’s leg. “You
had said to ease my affliction but it is worse, much worse.”

Mace lifted his head. “And better, yes?”

“No…I mean, yes…maybe… You must make it stop.”

“Soon, babe. Soon.” Mace pushed up on his hands and shifted,
sliding his knee over Cayl’s hip so he straddled the strong body, their cocks
pressed against each other, the deep color of Cayl’s bare cock against the soft
gray of Mace’s sweats.

Cayl cried out. “Please.”

Mace could almost believe the guy didn’t know what he was
asking for. He slid down Cayl’s body, pressing kisses across his chest,
dragging his tongue over the tight ripples of Cayl’s abs. A faint sheen of
sweat teased his tongue as he lapped at the skin. The seductive sense of need
filled his head. Unable to resist, he licked again, craving Cayl’s response.

Cayl twisted beneath him. Mace recognized the
movement—wanting to escape but needing more. He pressed the heel of his hands
into Cayl’s hips, holding him in place. The man’s abs were lovely, tight and
ridged and when Mace had time he wanted to spend long hours licking and sucking
tiny hickies on that skin but he didn’t think Cayl could last tonight. The
subtle and not-so-subtle pulses of Cayl’s hips told him he’d better get a move
on if he wanted Cayl’s cock in his mouth. And he did.

Moving past those delicious abs, Mace turned his attention
to Cayl’s cock. Mace wrapped his hand around the thick base and raised the
shaft, sliding his hand over the hot skin. He paused, giving Cayl enough time
to look down, to watch. Mace bent down and ran his tongue up the full length of
Cayl’s cock. The man arched off the bed like he’d been electrified. “Mace! What
is this…?”

“Relax, babe, it only gets better.”

“I—I am not sure I can tolerate better.”

That drew a smile from Mace. “Sure you can. Just feel.” He
repeated the long lick up Cayl’s cock, a little slower, a little harder. Cayl
dropped back onto the mattress and released a low moan. That worked for Mace.
Gave him a chance to focus on Cayl’s dick. The thing was damn fine—hard and
long and thick. Mace didn’t let many men fuck him but when he did, he liked a
nice long cock…as long as the man knew how to do it and took his time.

He grinned against Cayl’s cock. He was anticipating
something that probably would never happen. He pushed aside the thought and
took his own advice…just feel. He swirled his tongue around the top and then
gave a couple of quick licks, finding the sweet spot right beneath the head.
Cayl jolted beneath him.

“Mace!”

Good thing he didn’t have neighbors right next door.

He rubbed his tongue across the same place then rose up and
sucked the first few inches of Cayl’s cock between his lips. He was almost too
much for a mouthful but Mace wasn’t going to stop halfway. Cayl’s hand slammed
into the back of his head, trying to push him down as Cayl thrust up. Mace
pulled back, yanking his mouth away.

“Not so fast, sweet thing. Choke me? I’m not coming back.”

Cayl’s chest rose and fell in harsh breaths. “You must help
me.”

“I will. Just lie back and enjoy.”

“I do not understand why humans seek this torment,” he
muttered but he dropped back on the bed. With a dramatic sigh, he plopped his
hand onto the mattress. Mace smiled and returned to fluttering his tongue up
the thick hard shaft. Mace could have continued to tease him, keep him just on
the edge of coming but the guy looked miserable. Pissy too but mostly
miserable.

He lifted the pretty cock, stopping just before he put it
his mouth. Cayl lay back on the bed, fingers gripped firmly in the bedspread,
eyes squeezed shut, his chest rising and falling in fast tight breaths.

“You need to let go a bit, babe,” Mace said. Then he pushed
the head of Cayl’s cock into his mouth, lashing his tongue across the bottom,
letting him feel it. Then he closed his eyes and pushed down, taking as much of
Cayl’s dick into his mouth as he could.

A long, low groan vibrated the bed but Cayl didn’t reach for
him again. Mace pressed one hand against Cayl’s hip, holding him down for when
the need to thrust became too much. He wrapped the other around the base of
Cayl’s cock, stroking, matching the rhythm of his mouth.

Cayl’s body struggled against the grip he had, wanting to
thrust but he didn’t want to be choked. He kept up the pressure on Cayl’s hip,
holding him down, but sucking harder each time he retreated. Cayl seemed to
think this was a reward for behaving and gripped the blankets beneath his hips
even harder, keeping himself still. Mace took him as deep as he could, letting
the thick head into his throat before pulling back.

Cayl’s shout rang through the air and if his mouth hadn’t
been filled, Mace would have smiled. Instead, he sucked a little harder on each
retreat, his head bobbing faster. Panicked words emerged from Cayl, running
together into one long confused babble about torture and pleasure and why would
humans—

Mace got no warning—but then maybe neither did Cayl—except a
scream. Cayl came, filling Mace’s mouth with hot streams. He swallowed, taking
in what he could, pulling away when it became too much.

He bent down and lapped at a drop of come that had
splattered on Cayl’s hip. That taste called him to more and he flicked his
tongue across those beautiful abs, working his way up Cayl’s body, stopping and
sampling bits of skin, licking his flat nipples. The strain in Cayl’s muscles
vanished and he moved into each easy caress, his hands leaving their frantic
grip on the bedspread and sliding up Mace’s arm, his shoulder.

Mace rose up, over Cayl, hands pressed into the mattress, he
rubbed his still hard cock against the rippled abs. He could come this way,
savoring the stunned, satisfied look in Cayl’s eyes, rubbing his dick against
those tight abs. But he wanted one more taste.

He bent down, watching Cayl’s eyes widen, then perception
set in. He thought Cayl might pull away but after a moment’s hesitation, Cayl
pushed up, opening his mouth, meeting Mace’s kiss, driving his tongue into
Mace’s mouth.

He groaned as Cayl kissed him. For just having come, the guy
had energy. Cayl threw himself into the kiss, sucking and tasting. Made Mace
wonder what it would feel like to have Cayl’s mouth on his cock.

Cayl nudged his shoulder and Mace drew back, allowing Cayl
to push him away. Mace sighed to hide the groan and dropped onto his back. He
should have rubbed off on Cayl’s stomach while he’d had the chance. But seconds
later, Cayl followed him over and down, mouth returning to his, tongue
exploring with heady deep kisses that blinded Mace. Cayl rose up, his free hand
skimming down Mace’s chest, fingers tripping across his nipples. His precise
touches sent tiny shivers into Mace’s chest.

“You are likewise afflicted.” Cayl’s hand moved purposefully
down Mace’s stomach, aiming for the hard cock pushing against the thin material
of his sweats. “Is it not customary that I should assist you as well?” It was
phrased as a question but Cayl didn’t seem to be waiting for an answer.

Mace raised his eyes and met Cayl’s stare. Heat reflected
back and him and damn if it didn’t look like Cayl’s eyes were sparkling. They
stared at each other, neither moving, waiting.

“Yes,” Mace said, answering the question Cayl hadn’t asked.

Cayl’s body moved by instinct or hunger—he didn’t know,
could only observe as his hand reached down and slid over the thick bulge in
Mace’s pants. Unexpected heat filled his hand. Touching his own shaft had been
interesting but this was different, more powerful.
Fascinating.

He tightened his fingers around Mace’s erection, finding the
sensation strangely appealing, and scanned the male form beneath him.

Cayl forced oxygen into his lungs. Agent Denning had told
him he couldn’t stop breathing but she hadn’t warned him there would be times
when it would be difficult to catch his breath—like when he’d had his mouth on
her nipples and his fingers in her pussy. Or when Mace had brought him to
orgasm. And now, with Mace stretched out beside him, the hard shaft almost
pulsing beneath his hand.

The methodical portion of his brain told him to pull back,
that increasing his knowledge of the human senses would do nothing to elevate
the collective awareness of his world, but the heat beneath his palm distracted
him long enough that he was able to push aside the cautionary voice.

After all the man had assisted Cayl when he was afflicted.
It was the least he could do. Quid pro quo.

Clinging to that bit of universal logic, he hooked his
thumbs in the waistband of Mace’s sweats and tugged them down, not bothering to
pull them all the way off. There was little point when the thick cock popped
out. Breath locked in his throat.

The shaft on his own form appeared longer but Mace’s was
quite wide. He wasn’t sure how he would be able to get it into his mouth.

Cayl licked his lips. There was a drop of liquid leaking out
of the tip. The sight tempted him beyond his imagination. He wanted to capture
that drop on his tongue, experience the flavor. He cupped the shaft in his hand
and squirmed down to the bottom of the bed, his mind focused on getting that
cock in his mouth.

He rolled over, wanting to be between Mace’s legs but the
cursed cotton material was in the way. With a grunt that seemed to convey his
irritation quite admirably, he dragged the cloth down, over Mace’s feet and
tossed it to the side, unconcerned where it landed. Freed, Mace shifted,
spreading his thighs and creating a space for Cayl.

The thick shaft and the sac beneath fascinated him. The
images he’d viewed prior to arriving in this world had not clearly defined the
intriguing aspects of this portion of the male form. Discovering a need for a
better view, Cayl crawled between Mace’s strong knees, intrigued by the hair on
Mace’s thighs, but kept his focus on the cock he planned to ease. He shifted
his stare and gasped. The truth jolted him.

“Something wrong?” Mace drawled. Cayl lifted his gaze. Mace
lay on the mattress, one hand cradling his head, so he could watch Cayl. The
lazy, sexual display made Cayl’s mouth water but he focused on Mace’s query.

“Having had my fingers inside Agent Denning, I do not
understand such a large item fits inside her.” Cayl opened his mouth and looked
at the rounded head, trying to calculate if it would fit inside. “Or how my
mouth will accommodate such a thick rod.”

Mace chuckled and Cayl felt the little hairs at the back of
his neck stand up. And his cheeks felt strangely warm. He didn’t care for the
combination of sensations.

“You’ll be fine, babe.” Strong fingers slid up his neck and
cupped the back of his head, pushing him down, toward the thick shaft. “Just do
what feels natural.”

“Nothing feels natural.” He lifted his head, fighting
against the pressure pushing him down. The smile that had seemed so
ever-present in Mace’s eyes disappeared.

“Then don’t do it.” His voice was flat and Cayl felt a
strange response in his chest, an ache he didn’t understand. “No one’s forcing
you.” Mace shifted, starting to roll away.

Cayl caught his leg, pushing him down, spreading him wide.
He didn’t comprehend the urge but he didn’t want Mace to escape him.

“No. I want to but the human form is so foreign to me. And
fragile. I do not know what will bring pleasure and what will bring pain.”

He watched Mace’s face to see how he reacted to Cayl’s
confession of ignorance.

That smile that made his groin area tight curved the other
man’s lips. “I’ll let you know if you hurt me. Just do what I did to you.”

Cayl nodded. “That is most logical.” He inched back and
scanned the male form beneath him once again. There were so many options. So
many places he could experiment with touch. “I just don’t know what to do
first.”

His gaze fell to the cock, hard between Mace’s legs.

“It seems most precise to begin at the top and taste
everything.” A hiss escaped Mace’s throat but Cayl couldn’t pull his attention
away from the thick rod resting in his hand. “But I desire most to sample your
flavor here.” He skimmed his fingers across the round head, collecting the thin
drop that had lingered. It sparkled on his skin and Cayl lifted his hand to his
mouth. His tongue flicked out and caught the clear drop.

The foreign flavor danced on his tongue. He licked his lips,
wanting more.

A hitch in Mace’s breath caught Cayl’s attention. He looked
into the man’s blue eyes, darkened by the hunger, and then back at the hard
cock in his hand, made harder by his touch. “You like to see me sample your
taste?”

The muscles at Mace’s throat convulsed. A new pleasure
surged through him, settling in his groin, even though he was not the one being
stroked.
Hmm. Perhaps this is why humans enjoyed the sensual torment of each
other.
Deciding to explore this sensation further, Cayl raised his eyebrows
and waited for Mace’s response. He nodded, a quick brusque movement. Cayl’s
cock swelled.

“Most intriguing.” He didn’t understand the way his voice
changed, deepened. It wasn’t intentional, but emanated from the body he
inhabited. His mind swirled with the possibilities but the need to taste took
precedence. He bent and flattened his tongue at the base of Mace’s cock,
mimicking the caress that Mace had given him. Slowly, he stroked up, following
the prominent vein like a guide. The muscles in Mace’s thighs tightened and
Cayl could feel the strength, feel the way he struggled to find relief.

Cayl recognized the movements from when Mace had tormented
him and wasn’t prepared to release the other man just yet.

He swirled his tongue around the head of Mace’s cock,
pulling back when he saw another pearl of liquid appearing. He raised his gaze
and met Mace’s stare as he swished his tongue across the tip and swallowed the
single drop.