There were people back home, who if they tried to call Jace a little boy, would end up decapitated at worse, or at the very least, punched in the face. Here? Now? With Caliban? It was just a way to make Jace hungrier, make Jace long to be good for him, to please him, to prove himself a good submissive.

He was absolutely doomed by this place, for sure.

The sharp tug made him moan even as his mouth fell open and he fell onto Caliban's cock like a properly desperate slut who knew a feast when he saw one. He had to work his way at first. wrapping his mouth around the head, tongue pressing against the slit, and sucking eagerly, even as he shifted on his knees to get a better angle, to press his mouth further down that width. He felt starved for it, like he couldn't get enough. His own cock was hot and hard and tenting the ridiculous see-thru pants already as well.