In Honor of Love


Written by Septia.


“When you are ready.” Ventao invited, as he sat there, splayed on the ground. 
	Xeros went down to his level, undoing the obi belt to his Yukata so his body mirrored Ventao's; the fine yet sturdy linen and cotton cloth cleaved to drape down his naked body, his cleaved pecs burgeoning through the cleft of linen as a pair of mushrooms caps emerging through cracks in marble. Xeros turned his gaze back up to Ventao, as if waiting for a command. But Ventao only sat there, brandishing his stoic smile with just a sprinkle of spunk. Xeros knew he had permission, perhaps he had for weeks already, in their solemn travels. Xeros leaned in, brushing a lock of matte black hair from Ventao's face, so their lips could merge. Their embrace was cautious at first, serenaded by the purl of water flowing beside the riverbank. But for every little breach of limits, Ventao reciprocated. Xeros's tongue brushed down, Ventao's curled around his, Xeros's went deeper, so did Ventao's. Xeros let his tongue slip back past the lips and slather over Ventao's cheeks, and Ventao's brushed down Xeros's chin in laps of dogged saliva. Xeros let his tongue explore, caressing Ventao's molars and suckling down on his upper lip, while wrapping his arms around him to pull him close. Xeros's mouth mashed up against Ventao's nose, tongue eager to delve into any orifice, curling up Ventao's nostril and delving into the tepid runnel laced in snow; sweeping up globules of mucilage that clotted onto his tongue to make their salty syrup flavors known, evoking a hollow gruelling smear of clearing a clogged drain with a stick of bamboo. For Xeros, all of Ventao was precious, and his boogers as precious as molten caramel. 
	“Bpuhaah,” Xeros breathed out, breaking the embrace in a withdrawal, a crinkling smatter of a crawling maggot rumbling between them as a vine of snot elongated between Ventao's nostril and Xeros's tongue, glistening, gummed in place and knobbled with old stored gunk in a hammock of trickling goo. 
	Ventao snorted, drawing the vine back, so it clapped into his face with a smearing crinkle of jam, spooled down his left cheek and curved along his round jawbone. 
	Xeros felt his obsession mount. He wanted Ventao, but the face was not enough, the face he had seen and laughed with for days… he needed more. Xeros buried is face in the plush, buff bust of Ventao's pecs, grinding his snot and saliva stained face down the cleft of the pectorals which buffed out like stacks of cutting boards. Down along Ventao's core, his abs, then… feeling the man's cock twitching. That mast that had risen, thick and full past Ventao's navel. Xeros felt a drop of sweat trailing down his forehead into its presence. An obstacle for later. Down, until his own bare chest laid splayed against the ground of sparse grass, moist dirt and interspersed rocks, to peer under Ventao's loaded, sagging jewels, and to what laid nestled in the luscious cheeks of that soft bubble butt, with the rosy, sleek lips winking at him, beconing him closer. Xeros cupped Ventao's orange, girthed orbs to reach into the musky gorge. His tongue brushed up against the pit in swirls, feeling his muscle slobber over the wrinkles of skin that pulsed underneath his motions. The smears intermingled with a popping crinkle of the slobbering strands sauteing against the hot pucker. Weaving into the folds of the warping  brawn all whilst Ventao's bulky chestnuts rested on his hair, bunching up against his hair bun and grinding droves of ball grease onto it like butter melting in a frying pan, a rumbling slobber of whey filtering through curds as the week's long travels worth of ball grease buffered his hair grim and glistening. He cared not, soft warmth pressing down on Ventao’s fro motivating him to relinquish his prejudice and dig deeper, massaging his lips into Ventao's, tongue dipping past the expanding brim, to lubricate it, working through the layers of tension and crusted sweat alike with his eager slobbers, feeling Ventao's body tremble around him.  His partner’s bowels shudder with growls and gurgles from within, advanced along the chest, up through the rectum. With a groaning buffer of tallow polishing bark an intrusion of sludge barged into Xeros whilst savoring Ventao's sweet brim. He felt it first on his tongue, the oozing heat of warm manure soaking onto it and, enveloping it in a slather of bile and plying into his lips. Xeros felt his face budged back by the prodding length of grime, a tendril of the filth elongated between his lips and Ventao's pucker. But as his lips were congested in sludge he only pressed in harder, squeals of mashed mulch piling up over his cheeks as he smothered it under the force of his lips seeking back to Ventao, a beard and mustache of filth dressing his countenance with the putter of a boar rooting for truffles, tongue entrenched with the filth to suckle and lubricate Ventao's pit, curling and lapping over the mulch. The noble martial artist trudging through the slop just to get at Ventao's rear, hefty gulps trailing down his neck as he swallowed what mulch had not smeared in curdled strips over his face as he ate out the toned man. His lips curling up to a pursed smooch of the tip as he swallowed the gunk in his cheeks. He couldn't take it, he needed more, chugging the last of the sludge as he pinched his lips shut against the pucker. Sweat intermingled with ball grease form above, trailing in a lattice of lard across his face as he stared down at the sullied pit, knowing he needed to have it, more than anything. 
	Pulling back, he shuffled up on his knees, scaling off his undergarments to brandish his forearm of a cock, shuffling up to fold it in between Ventao's spread legs, hoisting up his sack to dangle down the side of his dick with a polish of marinading sweat ruffling over the veins of Xeros’s meat, and prodding it into the occupied passage. 
	Ventao's brim swelled and slurped sleek over Xeros's baseball bat of a cock, though its advanced was halted by the backed up sludge within. Thumps of the turgid congestion rustling through Ventao's body. But Xeros kept him wedging ad pumping in against the slop, until the hard clump was punctured and his mast sunk in through the tunnel of sludge with a winging crackle of a serpent submerging into a swamp. He scooched closer, thrusting as he got his legs spread out against the ground. Ventao in turned, wrapping his legs around Xeros's back, a cordial grasp of support with just the faintest encouragement to pound into him. Their chests heaving as they closed in, pecs grinding into each, enclosing each other in a firm embrace that smothered their bulbous pecs together, letting them come face to face once more, Ventao lapping over the side of Xeros's dung smeared cheek that lead into a kiss, as they wagged back and forth in a the rocking horse position, Xeros's mast rummaging down Ventao's exhaust pipe with the locomotion of their embrace.
	Xeros's cock plowed through the mound of muck moulded in Ventao's sewers, the crinkling sputter like the frying of brined vegetables creeping out louder as Xeros delved deeper. Thick grime mashed into the sides of the bowels, displaced by the meat's girth and smearing out through heir rocking embrace. Xeros looked down between sucking drool and mucous slathered slop off of his lover's face, and watching as the stretch of open air his cock traversed between thrusts soon filled up with dark auburn. A whole sleeve of Ventao's doughy fudge forging along the motions of his mast, enclosing it in the same warmth wafting from every stretch of Ventao's ass. As the canyon of colon chocolate extended. It soon never felt like his cock ever left Ventao's depths; his mast cradled in an extension of Ventao's body prison forged in their union by his body's fresh sewage. His pace ramped up. Across the pattern of fractures through the hull of sludge openings began to shed off in Xeros's excitement, the grinding and thrusting of his fat dick melting and wearing down the mulch as his spear penetrated the crowing, dung full pucker. The fetid fudge lathered Xeros's throbbing length like soap. “Mfmnf Maa, Xeros,” Ventao moaned out, drawing Xeros's attention back to them as they embraced, tongue lapping from lips up to his cheek in strokes of saliva marinated mulch, all the way to his eye, Xeros shuddering as Ventao 's warm, tainted tongue explored the eyeball, smearing his vision with its presence. Ventao's legs weighed on Xeros's back, pushing the man closer, tugging him tight into the embrace of the rocking horse. Xeros's lap ramming up into Ventao's sewers, the sleeve of manure accorded between their cores as their laps kissed and Xeros's mast plowed through the depths of Ventao's colon, bloating out Ventao's abs to the sculpt of his cock, which Ventao grinded his own mast towards in their embrace. -Crllshp- Clattering smears and slobbers as the thrusts were harder, taut from their wagging into one another, with the sleeve of filth smeared and folded out like petals of batter between their laps, caking Ventao's balls in a cradle of dung. The force of Ventao's legs grinding Xeros into himself disrupting their balance, Ventao's's back crashing into the lakebank with a smatter of the muddy ground, tethers of filth separating their faces as they beckoned for one another, care melting in the presence of their embrace as Xeros suckle kissed sweat off of Ventao's forehead as his mallet pounded past the soiled sluice. -Shhcrlfth- The clash of their hips clapping together under the smearing deluge of sludge echoed through the forest could be immortalized as folktales of trolls chewed cheeks fulls of snails with wide open jaws and dull molars. Their panting picking up, heaving out humid breaths into each other's faces, plastered with the residue of a murky trudge of flesh grinding emanating between them and drowning out their moans, as the slimy strain grew moist in the wake of Xeros's throbbing dick -Crltwp- -Chghlp-. His cock engorged through Ventao's depths, he moaned out, and a deluge of raw lust blossomed through the muck clogged bowels, streams of cum boiling through the softer mulch, melting through it like enzymes until their thrusts grew humid and sloppy. Each sluggish hump compacting Xeros's dick in Ventao's trenches and sprouting forth in geysers, in the gap of pucker and cock. Ribbons of cum-molten manure slapping across their bodies like with a collateral of glue, sprouting forth as high as their necks, mired in jets of sperm spiked chocolate, caking their jaws to gum shut, sealing their lappings and passionate embrace in the muddy hold of filth. 


Xeros peeled himself off of Ventao with the smear of silkworms unspooling cocoons of taffy, long stretches of the mocha hued tethers joined their bodies, juicy, creamy webs spanning between them weighed down and sagging under the bulk of writhing, swimming sperm mired in the intermixed mud while the thick, raw manure stretching out in thinner, spider-silk filaments of raw grease. All of the filth lubricated their skin and extending into filaments stretching between their bodies, ruminant under the rays of the noon-sun, a glimmering galVentaoy of lust. Dunes of chunky, creaking grime billowed out along Xeros's dick as they pried free, followed by paler sludge as the tunnel unclogged and a final reservoir of his dick milk drooled down Ventao's thigh and ass in a veil of viscous whey slime. “Phaa… ho… so freeing, feeling all of you swirling inside me,” Ventao huffed. 
	Xeros was panting, sitting back with his cock splayed down his lap, trailing back to Ventao's drooling, gaping canyon of an ass. 
	Ventao rose, a stretching hail of umber and alabaster yarns drooling form his pit, his mast throbbed, guided by an elegant stroke of his palm, to prep the fat mast before Xeros. 
	Whispering. “I know you want it.” 
	Xeros grasped Ventao's fat mast with both hands, haphazard laps from the climVentao's exhaustion bearing the tip in spittle before drawing it in, feeling his lips splay wide around the mast, suckling on the crusted muck ad cum batter cooking away on the steaming dick. But the mast pushed deeper, encompassing his throat, he just wanted more, thrusting opposite to Ventao, choking down the mast and feeling it blot out his gullet… a desire overpowered him as his gut turned, and a rush of coagulated chicken and vegetables sprouted up his throat, though he couldn't hold it back, and refused to let go of Ventao's dick, as his cheek filled with vomit and pressure folded the greasy tapioca thick gunk into the dick. Chunks of molten meat and stalks flooding through the last, bloating out Ventao's mast. Buff and contorted with Xeros's up churned puke. 
	Ventao sucked in breaths through bitten lips, rubbing down the sides of his dick. Dollops of slimy mucus drooling past the space where his dick met Xeros’s lips. A seed of sorry taking root in Ventao’s chest for being unable to take his cock… But he stroked it harder, juggling it back into my face, cock dipping at the breach of my throat… In a cascade the warm bile hawked up. Xeros’s vomit incorporated into his cum, burying my worry under the deluge of excitement. He drew his cock out. Long noodles of barf and cum strapping his meat to Xeros’s maw, chunks of molten, chunky colors of fruit flesh plastered against the side of his dick, as it erupted in a torrent of clotted gruel over Xeros's face. Plump sperm worming through the bile of cum and vomit tickling down Xeros's cheeks. The remnants of shared meals reunited in a creamy mast that washed down Xeros’s face in corpulent blobs, washing into the caked-on muck and snot, forming into patches of a hardening carapace of filth. 
	“You want it so badly,” Ventao huffed. 
	“I… Please,” Xeros whispered, “I… I want to feel you inside of me...” 
	Ventao leaned down with that spunky smile, lapping up a chunk of daikon and raddish from Xeros's spuk smothered cheek… “Glad to hear you are ready for it.” 


~ 1 ~


The slams of Ventao's balls battering into Xeros’s ass made the air ripple.  All of his body laid flat atop of Xeros, palms planted on the ground and face turned to meet Xeros's, letting their tongues dance between each other's mouth along the slathering droves of manure, spunk, vomit and oodles of drool. Ventao was experienced, battering back Xeros's congestion into his ass until it was milled and pulped from the thrusts of the pestle. A tainted cream yellowed cocktail and oodles of manure melding together in networks of webs stretching between crotch and ass, visible for a moment as Ventao pulled back and fading under the weight of his body as his meat pummelled back into Xeros's depths. Just for a new pattern to emerge as he reeled. To the sound of balms battered in a hot pan their union puttered and clapped to form intricate patterns of tethers, stalactites and stalagmites of browned dew extending and collapsing. Each thrust drove Xeros deeper, as Ventao plowed into his backside so in turn did his chest plow through the mud in the shore bank, burgeoning droves of silt smothering his skin and sullying his yukan, though between each thrust he felt Ventao putting his all into him, projecting his dick through his bowels, through the dough of mulched muck clobbered in his pit and drenched up in jets of gunk catapulting into the network of webs tying their forms together. 
	Through his training in the martial arts Xeros had learned to be mindful of his body, to sense and assess every muscle, but as Ventao's flesh entered him, it felt as not that of another, it felt as his muscles joined to the seams of the spear, his sense of self extending through Ventao's dick, feeling every spasm, every tremble, every smother and grind through the spunk and muck slathered mess completing a link in that chain that was his assistance. His moans growing louder, muted by Ventao's lips and the tremerous tumble and drumming of the convulsing orbs battering splatters of spunk and muck into his ass, the orbs rolled in milk and spunk to stamp imprints of their faintly ruffed texture all over his thighs and rear while Ventao drummed into him, that made Xeros feel… the missing piece that completed him. 
	With the roaring squeal of dredging a sled through a marsh Ventao buried his dick in Xeros, holding their faces locked in a kiss with half of Xeros's body buried into the mudbank. They kept his vibrating dick lodged inside him, sandwiching him to the ground with a massage of his body. Slowly, he began pulling back with a crinkling smear of a toad shedding its skin. The flood of cum rushed through the throbbing shaft, and bloomed through Xeros's bowels, Ventao tasting a salty addition of tears on his lovers face as he stuffed them full of his spunk. Pulling up his lap as a tide of battered dung and creamy ejaculate erupted into Ventao's thighs, the stream came out behind them to paint a dome of glistening mud, cut off by the vague outline of Ventao's hips and balls absorbing much of the onslaught, letting the doughy manure pile into tangled, furled stacks against his legs and trickle down in dunes of fudge crawling along their skin and washing into the tarnished scraps of their yuka, infuse in the spunk trawling out of his hind with the bombastic peal of a depth-charge dropped in a pool of pudding. 
	As Ventao rose from Xeros there lay an indent in the hurled manure, a cast with two oblong sides of his hips and a pair of cantaloupe sized divots for balls. 
	Strands, yarns of mucilage tethering them together, with small peaks of grease codding the cheeks. Mulch still piled down the gaping, twitching pit, and Ventao watched a billow of ochre dick nectar canoodling down through the clefts and contours of filth at a languid pace. Macerating the doughy surroundings sloppy, absorbing the tainted brew and spilling it into the surrounding mud. Ventao lowered his face to the fountain of his lover's fudge and his own nectar, holding his maw agape to drink off the flow, chugging till he got to his rear, lapping and gnawing at the filthy edges, slurping them clean with strokes of saliva in its wake, but aXerosays having sticky threads of the muck training back to his tongue… He massaged and slurped, grubbed into the wide pit to sooth Xeros, until he felt the spasms peter out. 
	Sauntering up to lay by his side, broad pecs digging into the dirt. What was once a stern face, now melting in satisfaction, drooled with a concoction of bile like candle wVentao. He pressed this face toward him, with a meandering worming of the muddied mess, faces sawing together with the slobber of melting cheese. 
	“Phaa ha,” Xeros panted, gathering himself, “Everything… about you is beautiful.” 
	Ventao moaned as he kissed him, “and I would share it with none other,” he whispered in return. The two spent companions ravishing each other’s faces so drool and slobber squelched and splurged out between them. Tongues delving deep into each other's throats. A croak of mire bubbling up Ventao's gullet as he his gag reflex regurgitated scraps of lunch into his lovers embrace, but the slobbering caulk thick bile of chunky vomit stew could not halt their embrace, only falling deeper into their kiss, with jets of enzyme rich gossamer stew whistling past their lips and drooling down their chins. Savoring, truly everything, about each other. The mud and debris, the forest, as they kissed, all faded: it was just the two of them, and the purl of the river. Instead of the purl of the river, it was the blubber and stream of mortar and saliva coursing back and forth between their cheeks, through passage of a kiss.