“If I do, feel free to correct me,” Conan said with a look to the blade.
The edges of Lam’s mouth curled. “It’s sharper than it looks.”
“Of that I have no doubt,” Conan said. He’d barely felt it the two times the blade had broken his skin. “You look like a man who takes care of his things.”
Lam undid the fastens on his slacks one-handed. “I am.”
His gaze slid down to take in Conan’s cock that was lying now against his belly. He was proportionate to the rest of him, but he hoped it was impressive enough for this man. He hoped that at least for tonight he might wriggle his way into being one of Lam’sthings.
It wasn’t usually the role Conan played, but in this single instance he was willing to make an exception. He’d never met anyone like Lam, and he was aching to see where this might go.
When Lam had gotten his pants down enough, he shuffled up for positioning. His cock sprang free, and it was pretty like the rest of him, slender with a slight left curve. He was cut and manicured, the hair at the base trimmed.
Conan swallowed around his own hunger. He’d let Lam have his way this time, but he couldn’t help but wonder if there’d be a next time. An opportunity to have Lam in a warm bed where he got to push the man down and make himtake it.
Lam lowered himself, hand reaching back for Conan’s cock to bring it to his hole.
Fuck, he wasn’t wasting any time. The tip touched and he was wet. Already ready.
The Honeytrap.
The name of the bar came back to Conan suddenly. It was too neat to be a coincidence. He looked up at Lam who was focused, playing with Conan’s cock against his hole.
“How many men have you taken from Honeytrap?” Conan asked.
Lam’s eyes crinkled at the corners like he was pleased Conan had asked. “You’re only the second this year.”
“Just from Honeytrap, or in total?” Conan asked.
“In total,” Lam said, and he sounded bitter about it. “Unfortunately, too many missing men from one area raises alarm bells.”
Conan knew a little something about that. He’d had to take care of a couple guys over the years. It was usually best to move on after that, before anyone came sniffing around.
But when Conan took care of guys, it was more out of necessity than thrill. He’d never felt bad about it, never even thought much about it, but now he wondered if Lam would bedisappointed to learn they’d both been responsible for a few bodies, but he’d never taken much pleasure in it.
Because he was guessing Lam did.
“Ah.”Conan said through a rough breath, trying not to get sidetracked by Lam’s thumb that was now teasing around his glands. “Did the other man get the joke?”
His thumb pressed right underneath the head where Conan was most sensitive, and he let out a sharp breath.
“You know,” Lam said thoughtfully, “I don’t think he did. He was dull, didn’t get a lot out of him.”
“You like to talk,” Conan said.
“I like toenjoy,” Lam corrected. “I enjoy when they stalk me thinking they can rape or murder me, and the second the tables turn, when I get a knife totheirthroat, they don’t know what to do.”
“It’s not every day you get a knife to your throat,” Conan said. He’d had more opportunities than most, but it was still rare.
“You reap what you sow,” Lam said. “If they didn’t want a violent encounter, they shouldn’t have come out for a violent encounter.”
Conan chuckled, “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not excusing them. I think that’s some karmic fucking justice. But I sure as hell didn’t know what to do when you put the knife to my throat.”
Lam’s eyes looked him up and down slowly. “Looks like you’re doing okay now.”
Fuck, the way those words shivered down his spine.
Then, without warning, Lam began to drop his hips down. Conan’s cock slipped inside that tight, wet heat easily, and Conan groaned. It was so cold out, but inside Lam was burning.
