Page 107 of Gratification in Gluttony

Not wanting them to lose themselves and fall through the open hayloft to their deaths, Toni grabbed Jude around the waist with one arm and dragged them both away from the edge. He angled his body in such a way that his spinal fin wasn’t pinned against the wall, then let Jude settle into his lap and push his tongue into his mouth.

Toni sucked on it as he slid a hand under Jude’s shirt, fingers skating over inked, then scarred flesh. He mapped Jude’s torso from his tattoo to his soft, hairy belly to his love handles that Toni loved so much. Jude’s hands were in Toni’s hair, and he was making desperate noises as he rubbed his core against Toni’s thigh.

“I want that,” Jude gasped against Toni’s lips. “I don’t know if I can love like that, but I want to. I want you.”

And gods, Toni smiled. “That’s real good, baby. We can figure it out together, okay?” Jude nodded and tried to reinstate their kiss, but Toni stopped him. “But I don’t love halfway. I don’t think I even know how. I don’t want to sneak around or do secrets—”

“I’m gonna tell Oliver. I was going to before, but he was so stressed about this weekend, and then their love confession last night and everything”—Jude snorted a laugh as he kissed from Toni’s nose to his jaw—“I didn’t want to add this too. But I’m going to tell him. I want to tell him. I want to tell everyone.”

“Yeah?” Toni asked, and Jude nodded. “Okay. After this weekend, then.”

“Okay.” Jude kissed him again, hands dropping to cup Toni’s neck. His fingers were gentle as they traced his gills, and Toni shuddered. It wasn’t exactly a sexy feeling or even a pleasant one, but there was an intimacy to the touch. His gills were vulnerable and sensitive, and letting someone touch him there was a sign of trust.

And when Jude leaned down to kiss him there, lips so gentle, Toni groaned, fingers clumsy as they worked the buttons of Jude’s ugly orange shirt open. Jude shrugged it off as Toni reached back and tore his own shirt over his head. Then he secured an arm around Jude’s waist and lifted him enough to lay him down against the pile of hay in the corner.

“Ah, sharp! The hay is sharp,” Jude screeched, laughing as Toni lifted him up with one arm as he held himself up with the other.

“What? I’ve read many novels where people fuck in the hay. Why is it sharp?” Toni demanded, feeling betrayed by all the romance books.

“Romance books lie, babe,” Jude said, breaking the news as gently as he could. “Hay is so very pokey.”

“My whole life is a lie!” Toni lamented, keeping Jude aloft with one arm as he scrambled for their shirts, draping them as a sort of blanket across the hay for Jude to lay on.

“How are you holding me up with one arm?” Jude said in bewilderment. “Are you really that strong?”

Toni paused, then shrugged. “I mean, I work out.”

Jude threw his head back and laughed. Kissing the laughter from his lips, Toni laid him back on their shirts and made quick work of his pants. When they were both naked, Toni kissed his way down Jude’s body, chest vibrating with primal sounds that should have embarrassed him, but he just couldn’t bring himself to care enough.

“Mine,” he growled as he licked at the scars where Jude had remade himself. He left shallow love bites on Jude’s stomach and rubbed his face against the soft hair under his navel, saying, “Mine, mine, mine.”

“Toni,” Jude moaned, hooking his leg over Toni’s shoulder as Toni hovered over his cunt, panting hot and heavy.

And Toni snarled, “Mine,” before he went to fucking work.

Clasping a hand over his mouth, Jude muffled his cries of pleasure as Toni ate him out like he was a five-course meal. Toni feasted, bringing Jude to orgasm not once, not twice, but three times. And even then it wasn’t enough. He could have stayed there for years, with Jude’s taste in his mouth and his scent in his nose and his desperate moans in his ears.

“Fuck me,” Jude gritted out, yanking Toni’s mouth away. “Toni, I want you to fuck me.”

With a feral sound, Toni surged up and kissed Jude, forcing him to taste himself on Toni’s tongue. “You want me to fuck you, baby?” he asked, and Jude nodded. He slid his fingers through Jude’s drenched folds and dipped a finger inside his pussy. “You want me to fuck you here?”

“Yes,” Jude bit out, already tilting his hips for Toni’s finger to delve deeper.

“Or,” Toni said as he pressed two wet fingers to Jude’s asshole, “do you want me to fuck you here?”

Jude’s head fell back with a needy sound. “Both.”

“Fuck yeah,” Toni groaned as he attacked Jude’s neck, hating how he couldn’t leave visible marks. “We’ll do that, and I’ll fuck you so good, baby. But not now. We don’t got supplies.”

Like Jude had forgotten that they were in a hayloft at Oliver’s parents’ house, with no lube and no ac-sex-sories, he grunted out a disappointed, “Fuck. Please tell me you at least have one condom on you.”

Sitting back on his heels, Toni grabbed his jeans and yanked out his wallet, searching through it. With a triumphant whoop, he held up the single condom packet he kept stored there for a rainy day.

“Toni fucking delivers,” he cried, tossing the condom on Jude’s stomach. “Wallet condom for the win!”

“Shh,” Jude shushed him as he burst into laughter. “You’re gonna wake everyone up.”

“Sorry, I’m just super pumped right now.” Toni grabbed the condom and inspected it. “Full disclosure, it may be expired. Hold on… Yeah, nope. It’s expired.” He released a snarl of frustration. “Why does the universe hate us? It’s like it doesn’t want us to have sex. Why, cruel deities, why?”

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