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After licking and smoothing his tongue around the length, Salas guided the cock into his mouth. He’d underestimated the length of it, and he recognized this immediately, as he was unable to take it all the way in. Even when he felt the gentle, gliding pressure of it at the back of his throat. Even then, he felt as though he had barely been able to guide in half of it. His jaw felt unhinged, and he knew immediately that this was the largest length he’d ever beheld, and for the smallest moment, he doubted himself. Would he be able to pleasure the King? For the way it filled his throat, opened his jaw to the point of unhinging, for a ridiculous moment, he thought about being stuck like this. Unable to move.
The doubt slowly left him when muscle memory took over. He grabbed the base of the erection with one hand, making up for the lack of pressure he couldn’t quite provide there, and slowly began to bob his head, creating a rhythm that he knew from experience drove men to the brink.
The erection grew thicker still, and even Salas was surprised when the King’s hips began to move, thrusting up just slightly, as though seeking the sweet wet pressure of Salas’ mouth.
The moment was coming. Salas began to move his head in earnest, picking up speed. And right as the King’s stuttering movements became more frantic, the King suddenly gasped, the blankets disappearing from Salas’ head as they were ripped away, leaving Salas and his act exposed.
Salas was going to continue on with the task, as the King was socloseto release, but he couldn’t fight off the strength as it gripped him, pulling him until he was sliding once more up the bed.
All at once he was staring into the King’s dark, feral eyes, the gaze furious and nearly animalistic as they found Salas, to the point where Salas was unsure if the man would tear him apart or eat him whole.
“What,” growled the King, “are you doing?”
Salas frowned, thinking that it was rather obvious what he was doing. He meant to give an answer by demonstration, but the moment Salas reached for the still-stiff cock, nearly waiting for Salas to attend it, the King snatched him up and held him fast, snarling as Salas shifted.
Salas was suddenly pinned to the bed, arms above his head (which was proving to be a position the man must favor) as the King was over him in the blink of an eye, all cruel glares and teeth that were surely sharp.
“Stop that,” the King hissed, bleeding fury into his words.
When Salas moved a limb to gently glide between the King’s legs, caressing his crotch, the King used his weight to pin Salas down.
Salas huffed, his breath leaving him with the weight upon him.
“I said stop,” Jareth snarled.
They lay like that for a moment, both panting, until Salas made a pained noise, feigning true discomfort, and the King, after a hesitant moment, shifted his weight.
Salas used the momentary freedom to find the King’s face, snatching his arms free, as the King was caught by surprise, and using them to wrap around the King’s neck. Then, before King Jareth could protest, Salas craned his neck, bringing his lips to match lips, and kissed the man.
The King was stiff at first, in shock that was tangible, but then he seemed to melt all at once, leading the kiss, devouring Salas’ mouth hungrily, as though the beast had been waiting in the thicket, prowling forward, just for this.
But the King seemed to be fighting with it internally, and all too soon he snatched his possessive lips back, pulling away and suddenly, a hand flew to Salas’ own crotch unexpectedly. The large hand of the King handled his still-soft genitals, as though searching for something.
A breath, nearly a grieving groan, left the King. “We can’t do this,” he whispered, as though Salas’ lack of arousal proved something.
His expression had changed at some vital point in their exchange. He was no longer in a crazed frenzy of passion, but instead seemed disappointed, almost anguished. Horrified by what his large palm had found. Salas didn’t know why. He wanted that hunger back.
“”Why?” Salas demanded, staring at how the King still held his genitals through the cloth of his breeches, wondering how he too could be enlightened to come to the same conclusion, yet doubting there was even a reason at all. “Why?” he said again, nearly shouting.
“Because ofthis,” the King hissed, jostling Salas’ soft front before removing his hand and pulling away.
Salas sat up, frustrated and desperate, nearly crying by how disappointed he was, but now, because this kingdom had yet to makeanysense, he would demand answers.
Crossing his arms, he narrowed his eyes upon the man beside you. “Does my length displease you? Or is it perhaps that you are realizing for the first time that I am a man?” He knew with certainty that, of course, the latter wasn’t true, though the question was meant to insult the King. The rejection and the constant confusion left him feeling tired and mean.
The King shook his head, rubbing his eyes as though to expel a troubling matter his soul couldn’t handle. “Don’t be ridiculous, Salas.”
“You’re the ridiculous one!” Salas snapped randomly, wishing he had the strength to push the man from the bed. Instead he grabbed a pillow and tossed it at Jareth’s head, where it flopped pointlessly before landing between them.
Jareth looked at the pillow, though with certainty, Salas knew he wasn’t contemplating the textiles. A moment passed before he lifted his head and looked squarely at Salas, his eyes unreadable. “Why do you want me? Explain to me why you want to do this.”
Salas shifted uncomfortably, the serious demeanor in which the King had voiced the question making him uncomfortable. “To please you, of course.” Again, the answer should have been obvious, yet the man before him seemed to be fond of him announcing what was already evident.
“Why?” Jareth continued to press, pointlessly, in Salas’ opinion.
“So you feel good?” Salas was not crafty in hiding his annoyance at this line of questioning.
The King shook his head again, seeming to grow more disturbed by Salas’ answers, which worried Salas. “But is this what you want?”
