Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 100545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Clover bit his lips, looking into Boar’s eyes in a way that reflected Boar’s own feelings. It didn’t matter that the others were nearby, because in this moment, he was the only one who mattered to Clover. “Then kiss me like it’s the last time. No regrets.”
If anything happened to Clover, there would be no end to Boar’s regret, yet knowing that the boy reciprocated his feelings and thought of him before his own safety made Boar’s heart flutter. He cupped the pale face, rubbing his thumbs over Clover’s cheekbones and pushing his fingers into the long hair as their gazes locked, sparking emotions that crashed over Boar like stormy waves. He leaned into the breathless kiss and let his head clear of anything but the sensations stirring inside him.
Clover’s kisses were nothing like Pyro’s. Where Pyro was harsh and grabby, Clover’s touch was gentle, and he opened his mouth, inviting Boar’s tongue. It wasn’t a question of one kisser being ‘better’ than the other, but about the variety, about how Clover complemented Pyro, and how the dichotomy between them was Boar’s perfection. Pyro was spikes, Clover was velvet, and together they were the ideal combination in Boar’s life.
He’d often worried that Clover’s bond with him wasn’t as strong as with Tank, but the intense nature of Clover’s confession, his honest and caring words dispersed past worries.
He eventually broke the kiss but wouldn’t stop touching Clover and moved his lips down the graceful throat, savoring the saltiness of their boy’s sweat. A boy like Clover had been a fixture of his wet dreams from the time when he’d first realized he liked guys, the answer to his most secretive longings, and however the plan went later today, they’d bring him home.
Forever safe.
“I just… I’ll have to go soon, but—” he whispered, rocking his hips against Clover.
The boy grinned at him with teeth like rows of pearls and removed his top. “I get it. You need encouragement for the job. Something to remind the soldier what his mission is about.”
Boar groaned. “No, I’m serious. This isn’t a game. I just… I need you.”
Clover’s smile faded, and the kiss he gave Boar was like rose petals brushing against lips. “How would you like it?”
Boar swallowed, his hands already trailing all over Clover’s body, massaging his thighs, back, chest, his face. Heat shot up Boar as he licked Clover’s mouth before grabbing the lever at the side of the seat to make it tilt all the way back. “I wanna swallow.”
Clover’s eyelids lowered, and he nodded, already unzipping his jeans. Yet another thing Boar loved about the boy. Always up for it, easily enticed and enthusiastic.
“It’s such a good feeling when your beard tickles me,” he said, ignoring the whistle outside.
Boar watched Clover from his horizontal position, breathless with the excitement of seeing the slender hand dive into open jeans. Tremors of excitement danced all over his body, but when Clover rocked on top of him, his weight pushing at Boar’s belt buckle, his dick started to fill rapidly. “I like when you touch it,” he whispered, closing his eyes when Clover gently twisted his fingers in the beard.
“Then you have to promise not to cut it. Unless I die, of course. Then you have to cut it and never grow it out so that no one else can touch it.” Clover bit back a smile as he pushed down his pants and underwear just enough to reveal his stiffening cock.
Boar wanted to chastise Clover for his dark humor, but despite the thickness in his throat, the sight of the rosy cockhead made him still, mesmerized by its beauty. “Don’t be a dumbass,” he said in the end, pulling Clover’s hips closer when his mouth watered despite the stress.
Clover laughed when he lost balance and had to steady himself with his hand against the roof of the car. He moved up Boar’s body, dick stiffening by the second. His body flushed so easily, and his face was already getting that pink color Boar loved so much.
“I just don’t want to think about any of it for ten more minutes.” Clover took a deep breath and stroked Boar’s beard, looking down at him with eyes obscured by white hair. “But I know you’ll make that easy for me.”
Boar gave a frantic nod, pulling Clover’s hips closer. He moaned when the boy’s weight settled on his upper chest, the stiffening cock in his face, Clover’s chest already blotted with that incredible shade of pink. He rubbed his lover’s sweat into skin, still waiting as the cock in front of him became larger and stiffer. “Love sucking you off. You always taste so good.”
Clover still smiled, but his breathing quickened. “I should eat more pineapple just for you.” He rocked his hips to drag his dick over Boar’s beard, and the faint pressure had Boar push his hips up with excitement. He dampened his lips, greedy for a taste, because the musky scent of Clover’s arousal was already addictive.