Chapter 5: Measuring Up
Jake woke to the deep, thrumming ache of well-used muscles. He lay on his stomach, face mashed into the pillow, and for a blissful moment he simply existed within the sensation. His body felt distinctly different. Sore, yes, but in a way that made him hyper-aware of the internal stretch and clench of certain muscles. A phantom fullness lingered, a memory branded into his flesh. He grinned into the fabric.
Moving was an adventure. A slow, tender one. He shuffled out of his room and into the main living area, walking with a slight, cautious spread to his legs. The wooden chair at the dinner table presented a new challenge. He approached it like a puzzle, lowering himself with exaggerated care, wincing as he finally settled his weight. Okay, he thought, shifting gingerly. He could see why some might not enjoy this. The persistent, delicious throb from his ass, however, argued otherwise.
The back door opened, and Lucas strode in, a sheen of sweat glistening on his bare torso, his grey cat ears twitching. He’d been training. He saw Jake perched awkwardly at the table and a slow, predatory grin spread across his face.
“There he is,” Lucas said, his voice a warm rumble. He went to the water pail and poured himself a cup, drinking deeply, his throat working. “Was starting to think I’d broken you.”
“I’m durable,” Jake said, trying for nonchalance and missing by a mile. He reached for a cold potato from last night’s stew.
Lucas set the cup down and leaned against the counter, his bright blue eyes raking over Jake’s disheveled form. “You were fucking amazing last night. Never seen anyone take it like that. So beautiful, all wrecked and desperate for it.”
A hot flush of pride bloomed on Jake’s cheeks. He preened, sitting a little straighter despite the twinge. Lucas watched him, his smirk softening into something genuinely fond.
“Mom went to the market,” Lucas added, nodding toward the door.
Jake nodded, chewing. The potato was bland, but he was ravenous. Swallowing, he blurted, “I never knew. About, you know. Being on the other end. It’s… the full feeling. It’s better. Way better than… I mean, the women were fine, but…” He trailed off, gesturing vaguely with the potato.
Lucas chuckled, pushing off the counter to come sit opposite him. “It’s different when you’re with someone who knows what they’re doing. Stick with me,” he said, his tone light but his eyes serious. “Don’t go letting some other guy near that perfect ass.”
The notion was absurd to Jake. Why would he? “Okay,” he agreed easily, as if Lucas had suggested they use the same brand of soap.
After eating, the grime of sleep and last night’s exertions became intolerable. “I need a bath,” Jake announced, standing up with another wince.
“Good idea. I’ll join you,” Lucas said, rising as well. It wasn’t a question.
The bathroom was small, steam quickly fogging the chipped mirror as Jake lit the candle and started filling the large, old tub. Lucas leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, watching him. The casual domesticity of it felt oddly normal. When the tub was half-full, Jake started to strip, his movements still a bit stiff. Lucas did the same, his motions fluid and unconcerned.
Naked in the candlelight, Jake finally got a proper look. Lucas was… sculpted. Every cord of muscle defined by a life of combat. A fine dusting of hair led down from his navel. And then…
Jake’s jaw went slack mid-sentence about water temperature. Lucas’s cock, soft, was still impressive. As he stepped closer, the blood flow changed things. It thickened, lengthened, rising against his thigh—a thick, veined monster that seemed to have a weight of its own. In the clear light, Jake could see every detail, the pronounced head, the map of arteries beneath the skin.
“Holy shit,” Jake breathed. He reached out, his curious fingers wrapping around the base. It was warm, the skin like velvet over iron. “I mean, statistically, is there a correlation? Between, like, innate magical energy capacity and… this? It seems like it should be a mana reservoir or something.”
Lucas laughed, a rich, genuine sound. “Not that I’ve heard.” He looked down at Jake’s own erection, which had sprung to attention, average and utterly dwarfed by Lucas’s. “Let’s see.”
He took Jake’s wrist and guided his hand, pressing their cocks together. The visual disparity was obscene. Lucas’s thick, heavy length lying alongside Jake’s, overwhelming it, made Jake’s own twitch violently, a pearl of pre-cum beading at the tip. The sight sent a jolt straight to his core, and his hole clenched tight around nothing, remembering the brutal, glorious stretch of taking all of that raw last night.
“Fuck,” Jake muttered, more to himself. “I took all that. That’s actually kind of awesome.”
Lucas heard him. His smirk was pure possession. “Yeah, you did. Like a champion.”
They bantered as the tub finished filling, Jake using a minor heat-conversion spell to warm the water to just shy of scalding. The air grew thick with steam and the scent of lavender soap. When Jake moved to climb in first, Lucas’s hand shot out, wrapping around his wrist.
“Hold on.” Lucas climbed in first, the water sloshing dangerously high. He settled with a sigh, then guided Jake to step in after him. “Here.”
He positioned Jake to sit between his legs, his back against Lucas’s chest. Jake sank into the hot water, into the solid warmth of the man behind him, and let out a soft sigh. This was… nice. Lucas’s arms loosely circled his waist. Jake relaxed.
Then he felt it. The hard, insistent pressure of Lucas’s erection nudging against the small of his back. Lucas tilted his head, nuzzling into Jake’s damp hair, and pressed a languid, open-mouthed kiss to the side of his neck.
A shiver, electric and needy, raced down Jake’s spine. He turned his head, and Lucas captured his mouth. The kiss was deep and wet, Lucas’s tongue immediately seeking dominance, plunging in to claim Jake’s mouth as thoroughly as he’d claimed his body last night. Jake moaned into it, squirming in the water.
It was awkward, kissing backward over his shoulder. With a grunt of impatience, Jake turned his whole body around in the tight space, water cascading over the tub’s edge onto the floor. He straddled Lucas’s lap, their chests pressing together, and kissed him properly.
“Better,” Jake mumbled against his lips.
Lucas’s hands went to his hips, big and sure. He broke the kiss, his blue eyes dark in the steam. “Up.”
Jake understood. He braced his hands on Lucas’s broad shoulders, lifting himself slightly. Lucas guided himself, the blunt, swollen head of his cock pressing against Jake’s entrance, still loose and puffy from the night before. With a slow, controlled exhale, Jake sank down.
The stretch was immediate and immense, a breathtaking full feeling that made his eyes roll back. The hot water did nothing to dull the sensation; it amplified it, the sloshing liquid echoing the wet, tight slide as he impaled himself. He took every inch, until his ass met the hard planes of Lucas’s thighs. They both groaned, a harmonized sound of pure pleasure.
Lucas’s hands slid down to cover the entirety of Jake’s buttocks, spreading him, gripping hard as he began to set a slow, deep pace. He pulled Jake down onto him with each upward thrust, the movement making waves lap at the tub’s rim.
The kiss resumed, messier now. Lucas invaded, his tongue fucking Jake’s mouth in time with his cock fucking his ass. Jake was overwhelmed, pleasure spiking from two points of intense sensation—the deep, relentless penetration and the dominating, consuming kiss. He was being claimed from the inside out, and his mind went blank and white.
He rode Lucas’s lap, his own cock trapped between their stomachs, leaking steadily. He could see the shape of Lucas’s massive shaft distorting his own slender belly with each powerful thrust, a blatant, carnal display of possession.
“That’s it,” Lucas rasped against his mouth, his breath hot. “Take it all. My pretty, perfect boy.”
The words, the feeling, the overwhelming presence of the man beneath him coiled the tension in Jake’s gut tighter and tighter. He rocked faster, chasing his peak, his cries muffled by Lucas’s mouth. When he came, it was with a shattered, guttural sound, his entire body seizing, his channel clamping down in a vicious, rhythmic spasm around the thick cock buried inside him.
Lucas swore, his rhythm stuttering. The intense, milking squeeze was too much. With a final, driving thrust that lifted Jake halfway out of the water, he buried himself to the hilt and came, his release pumping hot and deep into Jake’s clenching heat.
They stayed like that for long minutes, panting, foreheads together, the cooling water lapping at their chins. Jake, boneless and sated, slumped against Lucas’s chest.
“We made a mess,” Jake mumbled, indicating the water on the floor.
“Worth it,” Lucas rumbled, his hands gently kneading Jake’s ass.
Jake chuckled, a soft, exhausted sound. He carefully lifted himself off, wincing at the sensitivity, and turned around, settling back between Lucas’s legs. They cleaned up in comfortable silence, passing the soap. Lucas washed Jake’s hair, his strong fingers massaging his scalp, and Jake returned the favor, marveling at the texture of Lucas’s grey strands under his fingertips.
It was shockingly easy. There was no awkwardness, no posturing. Lucas’s hand rested casually on Jake’s stomach as they talked, and neither of them commented on it.
“Your magic,” Lucas said, rinsing soap from Jake’s shoulders. “The controlled stuff. Show me later. In the backyard.”
“You’ll probably think it’s boring,” Jake said, leaning back into the touch.
“Doubt it.”
As they toweled off, Lucas watched Jake chatter about mana lattice stability. The kid was brilliant and utterly oblivious, walking around with the power to level a town and a body made for taking cock. He thought of the pregnant women, the baker’s daughter, the blacksmith’s apprentice, his own mother. Mutual. No promises. Their problem, not his. He’d secured a promise of no other men after knowing him a day.
Lucas draped his towel over the rack. Jake was pulling on his trousers, his soft face animated as he described a theoretical mana-dispersal field. A profound sense of certainty settled in Lucas’s chest. He wanted this. Wanted the chaos, the brilliance, the absolute perfection of Jake’s submission. Wanted it permanently.
It was only a matter of time.