Page 25 of Between Two Barbarians

I remembered his suggestion to suck Torgrind’s cock while I fucked him and grinned at him. “We can make that happen, varakai. Just relax. Let us take care of you.”

He moaned in response, his cock already hard and drawn to his belly when I pulled his trousers off and tossed them aside.

Since the only way I knew to prep him together with Torgrind was to repeat the first time, I turned him on his side, fetching the oil while Torgrind laid beside our little troublemaker and distracted him with kisses, grinding them together with a grip on his ass that opened Jamal up for me in just the right way.

“Mmph!”

Jamal cried out into Torgrind’s mouth when I used my tongue against his hole to soften him for me. His hips bucked, one hand reaching back to tangle in my hair and tug me closer, silently demanding more. I gave it to him, loving watching him squirm and moan, knowing it was because of what I was doing to him.

Torgrind pulled his lips away from Jamal, his voice tight with restraint as he demanded, “Hurry up, you little shit,” while glaring at me.

I hadn’t even noticed that Jamal’s writhing movements were grinding his cock against Torgrind’s, making them both moan. I ignored him for a little while longer, letting him suffer holding back his release, knowing he couldn’t let himself come unless he wanted to ruin Jamal’s plans for the evening. It was when Jamal’s moans got higher, and I knew his release was close that I finally pulled my mouth away from him, giving him a moment to breathe while I slicked my fingers to properly stretch him.

Torgrind’s hands on Jamal’s ass spread him a little wider, and it surprised me to find him watching me, his eyes locked on my fingers disappearing into Jamal’s body. It was a gorgeous sight, I’d give him that.

“Please, please, please!” Jamal whined, trying to thrust his hips to get more of what he wanted but being unable to move in Torgrind’s grasp. “Ah!” He wailed as I pressed against the key to his pleasure, his body tightening like he was once again on the edge of release.

“Brenek,” Torgrind warned. When I shot him a glare, he gave a significant look at Jamal, who looked close to tears. Guilt made me pull back. I wanted to make him feel good, not push him past his limits.

“You said you wanted Torgrind’s cock in your mouth,” I reminded the little male, giving him a light tap on his ass to get him moving. “Focus on that.”

Jamal didn’t hesitate, shoving Torgrind onto his back and sucking him down like he was starved for it. Torgrind let out a shout, taken by surprise by Jamal’s frantic attentions, and I let the two play for a moment, enjoying watching the pink in Jamal’s cheeks from his arousal begin to spread, his eyes shut as he gave himself over to the task of driving Torgrind insane. My cock twitched at the thought of him doing that to me. Perhaps we needed to switch places next time. If he wanted us both to touch him, this was the perfect way to do it.

While Jamal was distracted, I lined myself up at his entrance and pushed inside, groaning at the tight squeeze of him around my cock. He moaned around Torgrind’s length in his mouth, making my clan brother throw his head back on a gasp.

It was hard to watch them and not feel arousal from the image. I moved my hips in time with the bobs of Jamal’s head, watching Jamal’s body contort in pleasure, and thrust a little harder when I heard the strain in Torgrind’s voice as he fought to hold back his release. My mind supplied images of Jamal’s beautiful mouth on me instead. Combined with the reality of him squeezing my cock, I knew I wouldn’t last long.

It was Jamal who came first after I tipped his hips in the right way to brush against the key to his pleasure again. His scream made Torgrind follow him, and the clench of his body around me dragged me along as well. For the second time, I was too lost in what was happening to pull out in time, and I knew the minute Torgrind found out, he was going to be pissed. I’d gladly be the one on my back for the next few times to make it even, though. Something made me think the experience with Jamal’s mouth was just as enticing as the rest of him.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

TORGRIND

“Mm…”

I smirked down at the gorgeous male beneath me as he groaned and arched and leaned into my touch like a cat. He looked blissful as I ran my hands over his skin, gently massaging sore muscles. He deserved the pampering after what we put him through the night before.

After noticing Brenek once again ignored our rules of engagement when it came to Jamal, our usual competitiveness reared its head, and we were both incredibly demanding of Jamal when trying to fill him up more than the other had. Jamal never complained, seeming to enjoy every second of our attentions, but when he woke up, he whined that his muscles were sore, and he couldn’t move without pain. I also noticed that his throat was scratchy from all the noise he made, and he looked more hungover than he had after a night of long drinking.

Since Brenek needed to return to his duties, I got to spend time alone with Jamal for the first time in a long while, and I planned on spending it making him feel better after being so demanding the night before.

The oil I poured onto Jamal’s skin to ease the glide of my touch made his skin glisten and had I not been attempting to ease his pain, seeing him so relaxed and slicked up would have made me want to fuck him. It was only the knowledge that he was sore and tired that stayed my hand. I ignored the thickening of my cock, focusing instead on the muscles of Jamal’s thighs, pushing my thumbs into them to rub at the strain.

“Goddess, that feels good,” he moaned.

“You deserve to be pampered, tavi,” I murmured, switching sides once he relaxed a little more. “We were too rough the night prior.”

He didn’t open his eyes, but his face was turned to the side so I could see the smirk that pulled at his lips. “I like rough.”

Chuckling, I leaned over him to press a kiss to his lips. “I know you do. But you also deserve soft when the occasion calls for it.”

One gorgeous green eye peeked open to look at me, giving me a look that said he didn’t agree, until I returned to rubbing at his sore legs. His eyes fluttered shut again and he hummed a happy noise, his voice a little breathy as he said, “If this is the kind of soft you mean, then I’ll happily take it. If you plan on being a gentleman, then I’m not interested.”

I snorted, shaking my head at him. He was still unhappy about us not touching him while he’d been too drunk to stand during his early time with our clan. I did not regret it, but I chose not to rehash the argument. Neither of us would change our minds.

After I’d rubbed every inch of him and he was feeling a little better, I pulled on legwear and boots long enough to get us to the river to clean off all the excess oil. Unlike in the north, where the water was always cool, the small pools of water used by the clans for bathing and washing were warm and shallow enough that when we sat on some rocks in the shade, the water only came to mid chest. I kept Jamal in my lap since he was smaller than I was, and when I returned to running my hands along his skin to clean him, he let out a long and happy sigh.

“Are you happy, my tavi?”