Page 30 of Primal Call

Jasper reached out, placing a tentative hand on Kyral's chest. He could feel the strong beat of the Borraq’s heart beneath his palm, mirroring his own emotions.

Jasper bit his lip, nerves and desire warring within him. He kept his eyes locked on Kyral's, the intensity between them crackling in the darkness.

Slowly, he slid a leg over, positioning himself until he straddled Kyral's thighs. The Borraq warrior lay on his back, muscles taut with tension.

"Stop this," Kyral growled, voice thick with restraint. "Before I can't hold myself back."

Jasper shook his head. "I always square my debts."

Summoning every ounce of bravery he had, Jasper reached down between them. His fingers wrapped around one of Kyral's twin cocks, feeling the heat and the throbbing pulse beneath his touch. Kyral's breath hitched audibly, his body going rigid beneath Jasper.

The sense of power and arousal that surged through Jasper made his head spin. He reached down with his other hand, wrapping it around the second cock. The sensation was overwhelming — Kyral was big, hot, and impossibly hard.

Jasper looked up along the long expanse of Kyral's muscled chest, watching as Kyral's breathing grew ragged. He gave both cocks a tentative stroke, feeling the way they pulsed in his grip.

"Do you like this?" Jasper asked softly.

Kyral swore, the rawness in his voice sending a shiver down Jasper's spine. "Of course I do," he ground out.

The sight of Kyral so undone beneath him filled Jasper with a heady sense of control. His hands moved with more confidence now, stroking up and down Kyral's lengths with deliberate precision. The Borraq warrior’s groan echoed in the night air, the sound stoking the fire within Jasper.

He couldn't believe what he was doing — what they were doing — but it felt right in a way that defied logic. Here, under the alien sky with their breaths mingling in the cold air, they were equals sharing something raw and real.

Jasper’s movements became more assured as he watched Kyral’s reactions closely, taking in every gasp and growl.

For once in his life, Jasper let go of all his doubts and fears, giving himself over to the moment completely.

That was all Jasper needed. His hands moved with newfound confidence, gripping Kyral's twin cocks, one in each hand. They were hot and thick, each with a series of alien ridges that pulsed beneath his touch. Jasper marveled at the sensation, the way they throbbed and twitched with every stroke. His own cock, though spent, ached anew at the feeling.

Jasper drank in the sight of Kyral beneath him, the warrior's muscular thighs twitching in response to his movements. He could feel the power and tension coiled in Kyral's body, ready to spring but held in check by Jasper’s hands. The heat radiating from Kyral's skin was intoxicating, making Jasper's head spin with desire.

His fingers traced the ridges along Kyral's lengths, exploring every inch with a mixture of curiosity and reverence. Each ridge seemed to amplify the pleasure, making Kyral's breathing grow more ragged with every pass. Jasper's strokes were deliberate and firm, his thumbs occasionally brushing over the sensitive tips to draw out deeper groans from Kyral.

The sight of Kyral’s head thrown back, eyes closed and lips parted in pleasure, was mesmerizing. Jasper felt a thrill run through him as he watched the Borraq warrior lose himself to the sensations he was creating. The tension in Kyral’s body built with each stroke, his muscles taut and trembling beneath Jasper.

Jasper’s own heart raced in sync with Kyral’s labored breaths. The power he held over Kyral was exhilarating, but it was tempered by a tenderness that made his chest ache.

As he continued to stroke Kyral, Jasper's movements became more synchronized with the Borraq’s reactions. He could feel when to speed up, when to slow down, how to tease just enough to keep Kyral on edge. The feedback loop of pleasure between them was electric, each moan and growl spurring Jasper on.

Kyral's body began to tense even more gorgeously beneath him, signaling that he was close to climax. Jasper felt like he had the best view in the world, watching as this powerful warrior unraveled under his touch.

Jasper leaned into it, his strokes becoming faster and more urgent as he chased that final moment of ecstasy for both of them. Kyral cursed and bucked his hips, driving himself up against Jasper for more. Jasper held his breath, his hands moving frantically as he jerked Kyral faster. The Borraq's growls grew louder, more primal, vibrating through the night air.

Then Kyral's body tensed all at once, a deep groan escaping his lips as both of his cocks erupted simultaneously. Jasper watched wide-eyed as thick ropes of come painted the expanse of Kyral's muscled stomach. The sight was mesmerizing — an unfiltered display of raw pleasure that left Jasper breathless.

In one dizzying and breathless moment, a thought flashed through Jasper’s mind: what would it feel like to have that come inside him? The notion sent a shiver down his spine, making his own spent cock twitch in response.

Kyral’s release seemed to go on forever, each spasm sending more come spilling over his abs. Jasper couldn't tear his eyes away, the intensity of the moment burning itself into his memory. His hands still gripped Kyral’s cocks, feeling every pulse and throb as the last remnants of pleasure shuddered through the Borraq warrior's body.

Finally, Kyral’s breathing began to steady, his body relaxing back against the ground. Jasper released his grip slowly, feeling an odd mix of satisfaction and uncertainty. His heart pounded in his chest, the aftermath of their shared moment leaving him dazed and unsure.

Kyral opened his eyes and looked at him, something unreadable flickering in those amber depths. For a heartbeat, neither spoke.

Jasper swallowed hard, trying to find words that wouldn’t come. The intimacy they had just shared felt like a fragile thread connecting them, one that could easily snap under the weight of reality.

Jasper froze when Kyral reached out, every muscle in his body tensing in anticipation. But Kyral's big, strong hands settled gently on Jasper's waist, the touch surprisingly tender.

In one fluid motion, Kyral lifted Jasper off his thighs as if he weighed nothing at all, setting him to the side with care. Jasper watched, wide-eyed and heart pounding, as Kyral got to his feet.

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