Page 29 of Primal Call

Kyral's gaze never left him, those golden eyes half-lidded but sharp with intent. Jasper couldn't look away; he was trapped in that gaze as much as he was held by Kyral's grip.

Jasper swallowed hard, trying to focus on the sensations rather than the sheer absurdity of the situation. His hand resumed its rhythm under Kyral's guidance, each stroke more intense than before. Kyral's presence seemed to amplify everything — every touch felt more vivid, every breath more necessary.

The tension built rapidly within him, coiling tighter and tighter until it felt like he might snap from the pressure. Kyral’s low growl rumbled through him like a physical touch, sending shivers down his spine.

"That's it," Kyral murmured softly, almost encouragingly.

Jasper couldn’t believe what was happening. His head spun, and his cock throbbed with an intensity that bordered on pain. The heat between him and Kyral was suffocating, an almost tangible force that seemed to wrap around them both.

As Jasper resumed jerking himself off, Kyral's twin cocks pressed against Jasper's ass, rutting with a tantalizing pressure that sent shockwaves of pleasure through him. Jasper groaned, unable to contain the sound as he rocked back against Kyral, the sensation overwhelming.

Every movement brought a new wave of heat and friction, amplifying the pleasure coursing through his veins. Jasper's strokes became more urgent, his hand moving faster along his shaft as he lost himself in the moment. He gasped, his breaths coming in short, ragged bursts as he imagined spreading his legs wide and sinking back onto one of those thick, hot lengths.

The thought alone made his cock throb. He'd never let himself have sex before, always holding back for fear of rejection or shame.

But now, with Kyral's body pressed so intimately against his own, it was all he could think about. His body burned with a need he had never allowed himself to acknowledge.

Jasper's mind conjured vivid images of what it would feel like — Kyral's cock stretching him open, filling him completely. He imagined the weight of it inside him, the heat and pressure driving him to the edge of sanity. The fantasy was intoxicating, each imagined thrust sending sparks of pleasure shooting through his body.

He moaned, his voice raw with need. His hand moved frantically, chasing the release that seemed just out of reach. The press of Kyral's cocks against his ass only heightened the sensation, each movement a promise of what could be if Jasper dared to ask for more.

If he just… If he just asked for it…

Kyral let out a low growl that reverberated through Jasper's body, a primal sound that urged him on. Jasper’s hand moved faster, the pressure building to an unbearable peak.

On the verge of coming, Jasper’s desperate need overrode his caution. "I want you," he blurted out, the words escaping before he could stop them.

Kyral chuckled softly, the sound low and rich. "That's not why I bought you at the auction," he said, his voice a mix of amusement and something darker.

Jasper whined, feeling the heat between them intensify. Kyral's hands settled on his hips, firm and possessive. The Borraq’s rutting became more deliberate, each thrust against Jasper sending jolts of pleasure through Jasper’s already overstimulated body.

"A mate this fine," Kyral growled in frustration, "would have been worth the price, though."

The words sent a shockwave through Jasper. The image of Kyral taking him in that bar, fucking him in front of everyone, flashed vividly in his mind. He gasped, the thought tipping him over the edge—

His body shuddered violently as he came, pleasure exploding through him in waves that left him breathless and trembling in Kyral's arms.

Even as he panted for breath, Jasper's head spun, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions threatening to consume him. The rush of release still pulsed through his veins, but now it was tinged with a sickening guilt.

He felt dirty, perverse. What kind of person was he, to get off like this? The shame settled in his chest like a stone, weighing him down.

But before he could drown in familiar guilt, Kyral drew away, putting distance between them. Jasper's eyes snapped open in alarm. He flipped over, his heart pounding.

"Where are you going?" Jasper's voice trembled with confusion and something deeper, something desperate.

Kyral paused. He met Jasper's gaze, unwavering. "I'm going to relieve some tension."

And it was unmistakable what he meant. They were jutting up right there within reach, if Jasper dared to reach out…

The tension between them was palpable, an electric charge that made Jasper feel like he was standing on the edge of a precipice. He hesitated for a heartbeat, then took the leap.

"You don't have to leave," Jasper said, the words tumbling out before he could second-guess them.

Kyral's eyes narrowed slightly, searching Jasper's face for something. "I do," he replied firmly. "I didn't buy you for this," he repeated.

"But you do want me," Jasper whispered, the words barely audible.

Kyral's gaze tightened slightly, a flicker of something raw and primal flashing in his eyes before he locked it down. "That's not the point," he said through gritted teeth.

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