Page 96 of His Untoward Hate

Just like that, Sky totally lost it.

Jude had already crossed the line. Despite all his determination to hold himself back, Sky could no longer resist the temptation that had been tormenting him. Jude begged, and that was Sky’s very weakness.

Sky’s lips captured Jude’s before he could stop himself. Sky had convinced himself that he had buried those feelings. He had convinced himself that he was in complete control. He had even tried to believe that Jude’s kisses meant nothing to him. But he had been lying to himself.

The truth was—he had been craving him all along.

Sky’s hand slid to the back of Jude’s neck, drawing him closer until there was barely any space left between them. He held him there—skin to skin, mouth to mouth, flesh to flesh, hands wandering everywhere on their bodies, unwilling to let the distance return.

Sky hungrily savored Jude’s mouth completely. The strength of his intense desire Sky felt over the five years, growing every day inside him, ripped open. Sky licked him, seeping and swallowing his saliva and playing his tongue violently with his. He became so aggressive, nibbling his bottom lip, then going to the upper one for like five minutes each, draining Jude out of liquid in his body. Sky was so thirsty. In fact, Sky had been so hungry for him for so long. He had been having wet dreams for so long. He had been his fantasy for so long. He had been imagining him in the bathroom, in the bed, inside the car, in the hidden corner of the library, in the warehouse, and everywhere when his dick twitched—for so long. He had been so curious about him for so long. And when they kissed, Sky could not stop himself. Sky could not control himself. The wait was worth it.

Sky’s hands snaked downwards and found Jude’s ass. With his two huge hands, he tightly held his bouncy little pumpkin. Sky tried to squeeze it firmly, feeling the pleasure growing more with every squeeze and every push and press of his body toward touching his hardened cock. He was too greedy. He would die for his ass. When he undressed Jude last night, the image of his butt did not leave his mind. He kept thinking about it. And every time he did, he got hardened.

There was no one else who should hold this ass but only me. Jude’s only mine. Sky thought.

Another squeeze, belly pressed against Sky’s rock possession—an inescapable soft moan erupted in Jude’s mouth. Jude realized what he had just acted upon. He hindered himself at the quick realization.

“Don’t suppress yourself,” Sky giddily whispered in between licks.

Sky gently bit the top of his ear and nibbled it. Sky’s tongue trailed on his neck and planted kisses there, earning him another suppressed moan. The taste of rain and the sweet taste of Jude combined sent a wave of euphoric signals in Sky’s two heads.

Sky loved it.

Sky took Jude’s upper garment off—his Batman T-shirt that looked so big and cute on him. When Jude parted his lips to say something, Sky pressed a finger against them, silently asking him to stop. Then, without warning, Sky lifted him off the ground. The sudden motion sent a wave of rush through Jude, making him clutch Sky tighter. It only made Sky’s already very proud member twitch harder.

Sky could feel Jude’s heartbeat pounding wildly against his chest. But what captivated him even more was the desire shining in Jude’s eyes—a lustful longing Sky had never imagined he would see reflected in him. The realization filled him with a happiness he could hardly contain. Jude wanted this. Jude wanted him. And knowing that Jude shared the same yearning made Sky feel like the luckiest person alive. He hoped he was right.

Sky’s hands were scooping his butt as he carried Jude staggeringly back to the house. Jude’s arms were tightly wrapped around Sky’s neck as their lips never left each other’s, intimately devouring every corner of their mouth. Sky’s lips explored more, wanting to taste everything as they trailed down to his neck, planting intimate kisses on his chest. Sky stopped going down when he reached his pink, aroused, stiffened nipples. Sky sucked his nipple, confused about which one to suck first. But one thing was for sure: he wanted to suck both until they produced liquid. He had never been this thirsty for breast milk production in the past. Sky played with his tongue around in circles, making Jude arch and lose himself. Jude was raking Sky’s newly cut hair with force and difficulty, as if that was the only thing he had to hold on to in this raging storm. Jude pulled Sky’s face and buried it more, despite it already being pressed hard against his breast. It was like an adrenaline rush and subconscious memory because Sky still knew the way toward his house without falling off the ground while mainly focusing on and enjoying the taste of his maiden nipples.

Sky was really hard. It bulged out angrily, almost ripping the thin fabric of his branded underwear. Sky knew Jude felt it especially when he ground on the shaft, poking desperately on his butt. Sky was left gasping and moaning at the heavenly sensation. He never felt this intense need in his whole life. He would go crazy if someone interrupted them. He would be willing to kill that person.

Despite the ongoing storm and chaos surrounding them, they continued. Using his other hand, Sky almost destroyed the door when they reached the house. It caused a loud bang against the wall in the exact manner that thunder cracked the sky. Jude flinched a bit at the sound, only to poke his butt harder on Sky’s erect member. Sky grunted, eyes almost turned white. He was firmly holding the rails for support. His feet were quivering in ultimate desire. Despite losing breath, they still did not let go of their passionate kiss until they reached Sky’s room.

Sky gently put him on the bed while never breaking their lips, putting his weight on top of Jude. The kiss only intensified as Jude located the hem of Sky’s soaked shirt and took it off him. Sky stood up, not really wanting to break the kiss, but he had to remove his black plaid pajama pants, leaving only his black Calvin boxer. Sky impatiently buried his face to kiss Jude again while topping him, wrapping his arms possessively around him like he wanted to own every inch of him and merge him into his own body. Sky could not help but release inevitable and consecutive moans when he was spontaneously rubbing his proud member against Jude’s slender frame, especially without his jeans and top. With only his boxers, his cock had more room to enlarge.

Sky did not notice that Jude was already full of hickeys on his neck and chest, marking him everywhere.

You’re mine, he thought. Sky became so obsessed and possessive with this twink.

“You’re so heavy,” Jude complained when they briefly broke the kiss, gently pushing Sky away.

Sky hugged him back and expertly flipped him over. Instantly, they were changing positions. Sky closed his eyes and accidentally let out a moan when Jude sat on his bulge. Jude stared at him innocently. Sky nearly swore under his breath when he rose to his feet and peeled off his soaked pajamas. But the feeling was regained when Jude sat on his bulge again—this time, much more intense, especially when he dunked himself into the bulge with more force and friction with only his loose thin boxer shorts on. Sky caught his breath, closing his eyes in euphoria. Jude, just sitting on his penis even with their boxers still on, put Sky almost on the edge of his orgasm.

Sky watched as Jude slowly leaned down toward him. He expected a kiss, but instead, Jude gently cupped his face; his fingers brushed across Sky’s cheek. Jude studied his face in silence for a moment. Sky’s chest tightened when he realized what he had mistaken for droplets from his hair were actually two lonely streams slipping from Jude’s gray eyes.

Sky did not know how to react or feel about it. The lust he felt at the moment overpowered his emotions.

“You’re still not feeling well,” Sky said softly, concern immediately replacing his confusion as he remembered Jude’s condition.

“I’m fine,” Jude replied quietly.

Jude coughed dryly.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Stop worrying about me,” Jude responded.

“Then why are you crying?” Sky asked, his voice filled with worry, as he reached up and gently wiped the tears from Jude’s cheeks.