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Exiting Gilbert’s Attire for the Discerning Gentleman, Neil felt a little self conscious. The new outfit was far more form fitting than what he was used to, but Jason’s enthusiasm convinced him to don a set before they left.

Why did I let Jason talk me into this? Neil berated himself. My regular clothes are just fine.

The jibes about his weight finally got to him, along with Jason offering to deck out his wardrobe. Not that he couldn’t afford nice things, but he still didn’t want to insult his aunt. Justifying an exploration of other attire as Jason’s pestering alleviated some of his guilt.

After the third beautiful woman suddenly veered off just ten feet from him, after making extreme eye contact with him, Neil felt sure of his growing suspicion.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” Neil clipped his words tightly as he reigned in his irritation.

Jason blinked up at him, then turned down a less traveled pathway. “I’ve no idea what you're talking about, mate.”

Is he really going to act like he isn’t warding off every advance directed my way? Neil wondered in agitation. He narrowed his eyes. Two can play at that game.

Let’s see how good that aura control is when you’re occupied, Neil thought as he took the lead, steering his sneaky companion around an unnecessary turn.

Curiosity simmered at the edges of Jason’s aura as Neil took his third turn, landing them on a dim, narrow footpath sandwiched between two buildings. Out of prying eyes, but not out of danger of anyone strolling past, he rounded on Jason.

One step, then another, the healer marched forward until Jason was up against a wooden door. Neil couldn’t sense anyone inside the building at the moment. Nearby shops were closing up for the evening. The footpaths full of pedestrians on their way home weren’t as vacant.

Neil placed his hands on either side of Asano against the door, boxing him in. Jason glanced at the obstruction before meeting his gaze. If either of them commanded lightning powers, he’d swear an ability had been activated. His skin prickled with anticipation, similar to a fight.

Keeping his voice low, he asked, “Do you like what you see, Jason?”

“Oh, I’m a big fan of Gilbert’s work.” A sly grin spread across his face. As Neil leaned closer, it promptly dropped off, replaced by a flush. It deepened as Neil’s breath ghosted across his ear. Jason’s chest rose once as their cheeks brushed briefly.

“Why are you breathing?” Neil asked, sensing Jason’s heart rate speed up. His healing abilities came in handy outside of monster hunting too. “It looks like you need another lesson…”

Neil ran a hand up Jason’s neck, feeling the pulse jump under his thumb as he pulled back to watch his companion’s face. His pupils were dilated, mouth ajar, all witty remarks dead on his tongue.

“On your knees.” He knew he was being presumptuous, but something about the way Asano was responding emboldened him. It had only been days since he’d had Jason laid out before him. The memory of that sassy mouth plugged up with his cock was still something he was savoring.

To his surprise, Asano slid to his knees. Something about someone so obstinate submitting to him did things to him. Reeling in his desires, Neil focused on tightening his own control.

“Let’s see how that aura control holds up during your lesson.” Neil unbuttoned his new pants, folding the fabric out of the way. Kneeling perfectly still in front of him, Jason stared at the bulge in his undergarments.

An undertow of desire wafted off Jason, like a tiny personal platform holding his innermost emotions around the two of them. Meanwhile a sense of unease spread out in the rest of the alley.

Slipping his hand inside his garments, Neil pulled his cock free. A small burst of lust from Jason’s aura, along with a small swipe of his tongue across his lips, spurred him on. Jason’s lips were soft against the head of his cock as he trailed it across. His tongue shot out again, rough against his sensitive skin.

Neil groaned, watching as he slid his cock into Asano’s waiting mouth. Jason hummed around his length, and that wouldn’t do. Neil gripped Jason’s face with both hands, pushing his dick in past the pharynx. Jason’s hands flailed, landing on Neil’s thighs. Then a low moan vibrated against his flesh.

Thrusting in, he watched in satisfaction as Jason’s eyes widened and then sank to half mast. As he thrust in, he felt Asano’s body relaxed in Neil’s grasp. Jason’s knees splayed apart, sliding lower with a smothered whimper as lust rolled off the man submitting to his will.

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As Jason sank into the moment, his mind went blissfully still. All the thoughts that perpetually hounded him—the need to grow stronger, to do better, to work harder. All of it fell silent. He let his eyelids slide shut.

The pressure in his throat, massaging his pharynx, had his dick hard and throbbing in his loose pants. For a moment, he forgot about his aura control, nearly blindsided by the gentleman who’d suddenly found himself determined to avoid the eerie thin alleyway.

This was insane. The narrow outcropping around the door trim was barely enough to hide them from sight if anyone ventured down the path. Jason’s aura practice was working overtime to avoid indecent exposure. A deeper thrust brought his mind back to Neil’s cock seated balls deep in his mouth.

Neil held him there, pressing Jason’s head carefully against the door. Despite not needing to breath, the feeling of being unable to control the situation did the opposite of what Jason had expected. He flailed a moment, hips seeking out non-existent friction as the elf pinned him in place.

A moan wrestled its way from his chest as he writhed below Neil. Finally, when he couldn’t stand it any longer, he gripped his cock through his pants, trying to relieve the pulsing desire.

He got one good squeeze in before Neil’s cock slid out like an anaconda being exorcised. For a moment, Jason sat on the ground, leaning against the door with a dazed look, clutching himself through his pants. Neil’s cock hung glistening and firm in front of his face.

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The shine on Jason’s lips, the unfocused, glazed look… the man below him looked far too tempting for their location. Neil contemplated his options as he took Jason’s chin in hand, gliding back into that wet heat. He thrust again as he watched Jason fish his dick out of his trousers.

They shouldn’t be doing this here, but he knew as soon as they reached the cloud palace, circumstances and other people would assert themselves. He thrust in again a little more forcefully, wondering if they could get away with more.

Normally, he’d never tempt fate like this, but Jason got under his skin like no other, and the man seemed to be doing a bang up job of keeping interlopers away.

Another whimper decided for him as Jason’s arm sped up, jacking himself off. He could sense so many elevated conditions in Jason’s system. He needed more in case this was the last time. Neil withdrew his member once more, then made a demand, “Get up.”

Jason seemed to startle, hand slowing to a pause.

“Stand up, Jason,” his voice came out more alluring than he knew he was capable of. He dropped his voice lower as he bent to whisper near Jason’s ear, “I want to fuck you against this door.”

Neil got an up close view of Jason’s reaction. His pupils dilated, a stuttered breath ghosted across Neil’s face, and then a whole body shudder rippled through the man. The moan that followed brought a smirk to his face.

Hoisting Jason up proved to be easier than expected. He turned Jason around, facing the door and shucked the other man’s pants down to his knees. A whine and a fidgeting butt wiggle made it worth his while. He ran his hands up and down Jason’s arse. Gods, he loved getting his hands on this man.

As he slid to his knees behind Jason’s arse, a small jar appeared in Jason’s hand, almost hitting Neil in the face with it. He placed the jar on the ground for a moment and then pried Jason’s cheeks open. A slow, deliberate lick to his arse produced a scratching sound against the door along with a frantic gasp.

Gods, it’s hard not to extract everything I want from him. But fucking Jason into the door was his priority right now. After one good tongue thrust and a “guh” from Jason, he slicked his fingers with the Rumpy Bumpy Good Time gel. His first digit slid in with ease.

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Jason gripped the door with his fingertips, desperately trying to ground himself. His senses zipped around, constantly scanning for pedestrians. The frenetic energy made it hard to relax his muscles, being so keyed up, yet unable to truly let go.

The more fingers Neil added, the deeper Jason slipped back into that quiet headspace, only a fraction of his mind actively keeping an eye on his aura sense. Thankfully, most of the crowds had dispersed.

A silky sense of calm settled on him as he rested his cheek against the door beside his hands as the elf stretched him. Jason sighed as Neil prepped him until his fingers were replaced by the hot head of his cock. When Neil sank in, Jason slumped against the door with a satisfied groan. 

This was exactly where he wanted to be right now. His own cock throbbed. The feeling of fullness, of being cocooned in safety. Every care, every worry, slipped away. Along with his attention to his aura.

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Neil steadied Jason against the door, thrusting in deeper with a groan. Jason going limp in submission under his grasp was intoxicating. He nipped at the juncture of Jason’s shoulder and neck, causing the smaller man to twitch in his arms.

Neil snapped his hips a few times, earning him a low groan and Jason tilting his head back, resting all his weight on the elf.

The sound of chattering women halted his movements. His aura immediately picked up the two normal ranked pedestrians walking their way. A small whine emanated from Jason and Neil slapped his hand over Jason’s mouth.

Instead of having the desired effect of shutting Jason up, it seemed to rile him up more. A needy moan muffled against his hand as Jason ground down on Neil’s cock. Neil gripped his hips tighter, enough to bruise a normal ranker.

“Someone forgot to do his job,” Neil accused in a whisper against Jason’s ear. Jason jolted in his grasp, body straightening out, a somewhat panicked aura burst sent everyone in the entire section packing. Neil sighed in relief, before donning his chastisement tone he reserved for Jason.

“You’d better keep on that or everyone in town will know…” Neil fucked into him with slow, deliberate thrusts as his teeth graze the shell of Jason’s ear, “how well you take it for me.”

Speeding up his thrusts, Neil reveled in Jason pushing back, giving as good as he got. Neil’s grip on Jason’s mouth tightened with each muffled whine, using his grip for leverage to fuck him harder.

Instead of the soft puddle from only a minute ago, Jason didn’t seem able to relax. Muscles tightly coiled, he used tense arms against the door to fuck himself on Neil’s cock. His back held in a solid plank, even his arse grew tight enough to inhibit his circulation.

“Look at how desperate you are for it,” he goaded, yanking his arse back and bending Jason forward, spearing him harder. It must have changed the angle, because Jason’s hands turned frantic, clawing at the now distant door as Neil thrusts faster, a staccato rhythm that left Jason’s muffled voice climbing higher. “So good for my cock.”

Reaching around, Neil sacrificed the leverage on Jason’s hip for a firm grip on his cock. It would have to do. The shift meant Jason took him deeper with every stroke. The pressure of Jason’s tight arse and the full bodied envelopement drove him to the edge.

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Jason dangled, barely keeping on his toes as Neil railed him from behind. His aura hammered like a battering ram against any soul daring to come within several blocks. Neil’s grip on his cock along with holding his mouth shut as he let sounds escape his throat.

Fuck. He didn’t realize how badly he was into submission until this stupidly noble, sassy elf came along. Jason hitched another breath as his brain and body synced up, tumbling him over the cliff. His mind crackled as it sent tingling sensations throughout his body.

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Jason’s whine escalated in an elongated, muffled scream as his body quaked. Hot jizz drizzled down Neil’s hand. The spasming on his cock threw him over, pulsing into that tight channel as it fluttered against him.

Neil groaned, dropping his forehead onto Asano’s back, who slumped against the door with his forearms.

For several seconds, neither of them moved. Neil shifted his hips and elicited a delicious whimper from Jason. The temptation to fuck him again swelled in his mind, his body close behind. Reigning himself in, he chose the next best option.

“Mmm.” Tucking his chin over Jason’s shoulder, he nuzzled Jason’s neck, then whispered in his ear, “If you’re very good on the way back, maybe I’ll fuck you again with the proper training equipment.”

Under his hands, Jason’s body quivered. A fullbodied shiver rippled through the lithe man. Reluctantly, Neil pulled out, grimacing at the mess on his hand as he drew back from Asano. Jason passed him a bottle of crystal wash.

Once they were both decent again, they continued on their way. This time, Jason didn’t wait up. Dropping through his shadow, he zipped down the alley faster than Neil could visually keep up with, until he was out of sight.

Chuckling to himself, he picked up the pace, jogging the rest of the way to the cloud house.