Sorin kneed the horse into a trot, pulling farther ahead of their companions, and turning a bend, out of view.
The motion mimicked a different kind of ride. Brisk and hard. Jostling Ere’s fundament against his hardness in just the right way, his hand relentlessly milking Ere’s cock through his clothes.
“That you’re a sadist who gets off on torturing me!” Ere gasped, one hand gripping Sorin’s neck, the other clawing into Sorin’s forearm around his waist to hold onto dear life.
“Kiss me, baby,” his Mate begged. “I want your tongue inside me when I come.”
Sorin obliged, swallowing Ere’s wanton moan with his mouth, thrusting his tongue inside the way he wanted to thrust into his male below.
Ere immediately sucked on him, drawing him further into his wet warmth, his hand at the back of Sorin’s neck holding tight, keeping him right there. Not that Sorin had a mind to be anywhere else.
He untied Ere’s drawstring one-handed and reached inside to grasp the needy column of flesh, skin to skin. His broad thumb swiping repeatedly across the dripping cockhead, using the slick moisture to increase the silky friction of the tight pulls of his fist.
Ere devoured him with more urgency, biting his lip, his hand clawing into his nape. Desperate, inarticulate noises emerged from his throat. Sounds that enflamed Sorin even further, making his own cock throb with need.
He let go of the reins to hold Ere with both hands. One squeezing rhythmically up and down his Mate’s turgid staff, the other reaching into his trousers, between his spread thighs to grip his hard balls. He squeezed and pulled, keeping Ere on the edge of release, thwarting him whenever he got too close.
“You’re killing me,” Ere huffed against his lips before thrusting his tongue into Sorin’s mouth in retaliation.
“I’m at your mercy now, but just you wait,” he threatened with a nip on Sorin’s bottom lip, drawing blood.
“The next time we’re alone I’m going to nail your ass so hard you’ll be sleeping on your stomach for days.”
Sorin didn’t comment, though his buttocks clenched at Ere’s promise.
The male was obsessed with Sorin’s ass. Good thing this obsession went both ways.
Right now, he focused on driving his male crazy with need, with pleasure. He rubbed three thick fingers against Ere’s perineum, keeping the root of his scrotum cinched with thumb and forefinger.
“Oh my fucking gods…” the male moaned, his whole body starting to quiver.
Sorin took his hand away and inserted his three longest fingers into Ere’s mouth, making him suck them until they were dripping wet. Then, he reached back down and rubbed them against Ere’s hole, working the sensitive pucker until Ere grew completely breathless, boneless against him.
That was when Sorin thrust his tongue back inside Ere’s hungry mouth, the same time he thrust his longest finger into Ere’s starving ass.
And Ere came on a hoarse shout, his seed spurting in thick spatters onto his clothes. His ass reflexively opened as his body bowed, and Sorin worked in a second finger, making him hiss at the burn, digging deep. Rubbing right across Ere’s pleasure knot from the inside, taking him into the undertow of another wave of ecstasy.
He pumped his fingers across that swollen gland, while his other hand continuously milked Ere’s shuddering cock. When he’d emptied all he had, and his glans became too sensitive to touch, Sorin moved his hand to Ere’s throat, progressively squeezing the air out of his body as his other hand worked Ere’s hole, and his tongue kept fucking Ere’s mouth.
The male’s entire body locked down. Every muscle turned to steel. He came so hard, for so long, he couldn’t stop shaking. Didn’t have the voice to utter a sound.
The scent of their passion made their horse prance nervously, almost throwing both of them off its back.
Thankfully, Tristan’s steed was also a gelding. They’d have been hurled to their deaths by now if this had been Wolfe’s stallion. Sorin kept their seat by sheer force of will, squeezing his thighs against the steed’s sides.
Finally, Ere’s quakes subsided into mild shivers. And Sorin slowly released him. First, his hand against Ere’s throat to let him suck in a lungful of air. Then, he carefully pulled his fingers out and wiped them on Ere’s ruined trousers.
He kept on kissing his male, however, though his tongue had grown less plundering, more tender.
Ere purred against him, the satisfied rumble vibrating through both of them.
“You’ve addled my brain,” his male finally murmured, peppering kisses across his jaw and throat.
“I don’t recall what we were talking about.”
“Later, then,” Sorin said reasonably.
“Later,” Ere agreed.