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forest, the
smell of fresh pine mixed with the aroma of their sweat. He took a deep breath
and bowed to kiss Victor’s lips, but eventually dropped to his back next to
him. “Fuck. Gimme a moment.” He was still catching his breath.
    Victor smiled at him, grabbing his wrist and
leading it down, between his perfect thighs, much like Crunch did to him
before. “Sucking me could help you get in shape with more ease.”
    Crunch laughed hoarsely, before giving him another
smooch and slowly tracing the kisses down Victor’s neck and chest. He savoured
the taste of his salty skin, since he would have never gotten a chance with
such a dandy in London. Victor wouldn’t probably spare him a second glance in
the street. He was so beautiful, with soft, healthy skin and no scars. He even
smelled expensive, even though all he should be smelling of now was cold water
and Crunch’s own seed.
    Crunch assumed it would all be over once the camp
was no more, so he wanted to enjoy Victor while the lad considered him an
attractive bloke. The prisoner arched his back, leaning into the touch with a
soft mewl. “So... what’s your name, Mr. Crunch?”
    “‘Crunch’ not enough?” He snorted, kissing
Victor’s puckered nipple. Now that his own need wasn’t so desperate, he could
enjoy the moment with more attention to detail. The other man sighed, cupping
the back of Crunch’s head and pulling him up for another kiss.
    “‘Crunch’ doesn’t sound promising when you’re
about to suck on my balls,” he whispered right before lapping at the guard’s
mouth. “You familiar with ‘nutcrackers’? Sounds frightening.”
    Crunch couldn't hold back his laughter.
Unbelievable! Where was this man’s mind getting these ideas from? “Just gonna
‘ave to leave ya with the thrill.” He looked up and snapped his teeth together
with a loud clang.
    “No...” moaned Victor, hooking his leg around
Crunch’s hip. “That’s not very romantic. What do I have to do for you to tell
me?” he teased with a wide smile as he ground his stiff cock into Crunch.
    “‘Romantic’?” Crunch couldn’t believe his ears.
“Shall I bring flowers next time m’lord?” He gently bit down on Victor’s
nipple, revelling in the presence of that hot, excited body beneath his.
    “Well, that would be splendid, Mr...?”
    “Crunch.” He laughed and licked all the way down
from Victor’s nipple to his navel. Victor’s stomach trembled at his touch, and
his thighs opened wide. He had the skin of a lady. It was so perfectly smooth
Crunch would hate to see it damaged by hard work in the sun.
    “You’re such an evil man,” moaned Victor, arching
his hips up.
    “Ya won’t be sayin’ that when I suck yar cock.”
Crunch rested his own unshaven cheek on Victor’s stomach and rubbed against it,
gripping the sides of the warm, fragrant body.
    The prisoner gave a breathless laugh, trying to
brush his cock against Crunch’s face. “Probably not.”
    “Ah... so eager...” Crunch bowed his head and
licked just the tip of the hot prick, sliding his hands down to grip Victor’s
round buttocks. Next time.
    “I must be, with such a handsome captor,” breathed
Victor.
    Crunch looked up at him with a snort. “‘andsome?
Me? I’m gonna suck ya anyway ya know.” To emphasise, he squeezed Victor’s ass a
bit harder.
    “I know, you can’t wait to feel me in your
throat.” Victor wiggled his brows, stroking the short hair on Crunch’s scalp.
    “I don’t think I can go that far.” Crunch smiled
once more, leaning into the caress. It only reminded him that he hadn’t had a
taste of tenderness for months . He kissed the cockhead once more, before
sucking it into his mouth. The salty, slightly bitter taste exploded on his
tongue as he swirled it over the silky smooth skin.
    “Maybe I could train you, mister guard?” Victor
rasped, his hips thrusting up gently. “I’ve been very effective as a teacher so
far.”
    Crunch moaned into his cock, unable to