The skin is silky and hot, its girth barely fitting in the circle of Noel's fingers, and he swallows hard. Licking his lips, he leans down to take the tip into his mouth. Having never done oral, or anything, before, he had no idea what to expect, but it's not really that bad.
A bitter, salty flavor spreads over his tongue, but as he wraps his whole mouth around Jade and lets a few inches inside, the unpleasant taste is overwhelmed by a heady, masculine musk. Jade just showered, but he doesn't smell like soap. Noel's head fills with a concentrated version of the natural scent he caught the last time they were this close: rich and ever so slightly sweet. It does a good job distracting him from the foreign object invading his skull.
"Good," Jade's voice rumbles behind him. "Just like that—"
Emboldened, Noel molds his hand around the length that he can't possibly fit and bobs his head experimentally. He feels stupid, awkward and stiff, but Jade's abdominal muscles clench and he lets out a long exhale, so he's probably not doing that badly. Saliva builds in his mouth, slicking the way more and more as he moves, until he presses a little too deep and the head of Jade's cock bumps the back of his throat. Noel's throat spasms involuntarily and he gags, drool spilling from the corners of his mouth.
"Fuck—" Jade swears vehemently and his hips punch up, blocking Noel's throat again.
Tears prick at Noel's eyes and he struggles to breathe through his nose, free hand fisted in the bedspread, but he doesn't dare pull off for fear he won't be able to talk himself into starting again, so he can only move carefully up and down Jade's length as Jade curses softly.
He feels Jade shifting, and then wet heat envelopes his own cock. Noel's whole body jerks and he chokes as the motion nudges the back of his throat again, but the discomfort vanishes under a wave of tingling pleasure. Jade is clearly far more experienced at blow jobs, because his motions are smooth and confident, taking Noel practically to the root before sliding back down and sucking at the tip. Noel lets out a muffled moan around Jade's cock.
A light pop to the side of his leg startles Noel out of his daze and he tries to focus through the unfamiliar pleasure on what he's actually supposed to be doing. They're not having sex because they like each other. They're having sex to keep Jade from blowing up the city.
Pulling up to the tip of Jade's cock, Noel presses his tongue to the slit and centers himself, narrowing in on the heat between their bodies, the brush of skin-on-skin, the breathing, shifting mass of Jade beneath him. He closes his eyes and taps into the current of energy thrumming just under the surface.
This part, at least, is familiar: the frigid energy yanking him in, the black ice stretching in all directions. Jade's core wraps around him even more completely than Jade's mouth on his dick and he shivers, forcing himself not to resist. Jade's state doesn't feel as dire as the past few times, and as Noel orients himself within Jade's core, he imagines he can hear the soft roar of waves somewhere in the distance. Liquid water within this frozen icescape. That's probably a good sign, right?
The moment Noel fully connects, Jade lets out a shuddering sigh, both hands gripping Noel's thighs, mouthing along Noel's shaft, and the surge of pleasure nearly scatters Noel's concentration.
In reality, he sinks down farther on Jade's dick, letting that warmth and intimacy send him deeper into Jade's core. In his head, he sinks to his knees, hands flat on the ebony ice sheet, and pulls.
Dr. Summers said his body would acclimate to the act of transference, and indeed, the initial rush isn't quite as overwhelming this time. Heat builds in his hands and steam begins to stream upward. All around him, the ice layer starts to sizzle, sublimating into a thick, opaque mist as a crater forms beneath Noel, tunneling deeper and deeper.
Jade's body heaves between Noel's legs. Dimly, he can feel Jade thrusting upward, cock once again hitting the back of his throat, but his senses are split between the freeze and the burn. He gives up on bobbing his head and just lets Jade fuck his mouth, each stroke growing wetter and messier as saliva mixed with precum oozes down Jade's shaft. His own dick is a burning pinpoint of pleasure, his lower body held still by Jade's arms hooked around his upper legs while Jade swallows around him. Unable to thrust into that wet heat and unable to gather enough strength to move his own head, he has no choice but to let himself be used, passively receiving and doing everything in his power to remain in control of the transference.
He consciously throttles the flow again, allowing only a thin stream of steam into his lungs, and his physical body shudders at the dull pain of the corruption settling inside him. It's ignorable for now, but with every second, it grows stronger, and within moments, Noel is awash in a sea of conflicting sensations. The pleasure thundering through his nerves clashes dizzyingly with the deep ache in his core. The heat of Jade's skin against his own contrasts with the ice surrounding him on all sides. Noel can barely tell up from down, his body from Jade's, reality from imagination.
In some dimension, Jade pulls off of Noel's dick with a string of swear words and grabs one of Noel's legs, swinging it over him and out of the way before reaching down. His large, searing hand spans the back of Noel's head and shoves, forcing Noel down onto his cock, deeper than Noel had ever managed. Noel is present enough in his body to choke, throat spasming in an attempt to remove the thick object forcing itself inside, but a hand fisted in his hair keeps him still as Jade's hips punch up, thrusting even deeper.
"Fuck—look at you—" Jade's voice growls from far away. "You look so fucking good like that—so fucking hot, drooling and choking on me—you're a goddamn natural—"
Noel's eyes flutter open only to roll back in his head as both of Jade's hands grip his head still for a vicious upward thrust. His lungs burn from limited oxygen and every slam rattles his concentration until he can barely keep hold of the energy flow, but still, somewhere deep inside the discomfort, there's pleasure.
High sync guidance is supposed to be pleasant for both parties. Similar wavelengths connecting triggers a release of endorphins within the body, in much the same way as an orgasm: a reward for carrying out a necessary survival function. Noel has heard that guidance in general is a nice sensation, but his experiences were always very neutral. Now, though, now he gets it.
Despite the mounting pain inside of him and the cock trying to force its way down his throat and the disconnect between his physical body and his energy state, bliss radiates down his limbs. He lets out an involuntary moan, cracked and muffled around Jade's shaft, and Jade cusses again, hands tightening painfully in Noel's hair, but even that translates into his nerves as a pleasant tingle.
The euphoria pulses through Noel's veins, relaxing his taut muscles, allowing Jade to fuck even deeper. In his mind, Noel presses his entire body to the ice wall, and a torrent of steam erupts all around him, pouring past his slack lips.
Jade lets out a garbled scream, hips punching off the bed, and Noel surfaces from the mist as warm fluid fills his mouth. The stream seems endless, seeping from the corners of his mouth, down Jade's length, and Noel swallows instinctively, but there's just too much. Jade's climax resonates through their connection in a wave of analgesic pleasure, pumping into Noel's muscles until he couldn't move even if he wanted to.
Finally, Jade collapses back onto the mattress, panting hard enough to rock his entire frame, and drags Noel off his cock by the hair. As Jade's slick, shiny member lolls out of Noel's mouth, still half-hard and blushing, Noel summons just enough presence of mind to close off the transference, stopping the flow of corruption, and he tumbles out of the visualization, back onto the bed, where Jade is manhandling him onto his back.
"Fuck, Noel—" Jade doesn't even give him a moment to catch his breath or reconnect with his limbs before he ducks down and swallows Noel's cock all the way to the root.
Noel convulses, his body going haywire at the sudden overwhelming pleasure on top of the guidance high still buzzing beneath his skin. His legs clamp around Jade's head and his spine arches off the mattress, but Jade's big hands hold him still and helpless against the onslaught.
Mercifully, it's only a few torturous seconds before his climax slams into him like a tsunami. He whites out, eyes rolling back, muscles seizing, mouth falling open around a broken keen.
Just when he thinks he might shatter completely, everything goes numb.
A hand beneath his jaw stirs some awareness back into his floating brain and he feels someone turn his head just before a warm pressure seals over his slack mouth.
Jade kisses him until his lips are sore, mingling the taste of cum between them, and Noel tries to participate, but his mind and body just won't connect, leaving him heavy and powerless.
When Jade pulls back, his lips skim over Noel's cheek to his ear. "Just wait until I get inside you," he murmurs, sounding as breathless as Noel feels. "You're going to look perfect stretched around my cock. You really were made for me, Noel."
Then Noel's hearing fuzzes out like a faulty radio and he sinks into welcoming oblivion.