“Maybe I’ll trim it up later tonight and see if it gets your approval.”
“You don’t need my approval for anything,” Kenji said.
Qylar held his stare. “Noted.”
Kenji went back to his bowl. “But it would look nice, I think.”
Qylar chuckled softly beside him. “Okay.” He pointed to a spot in Kenji’s bowl he’d so far left untouched. “You need to try that. It’s the best of anything they have.”
“I don’t know… I’m not usually a fan of truffles and I can smell them in that.”
“More for me,” Qylar said, reaching over into Kenji’s bowl with his chopsticks.
“Hold it.” Kenji knocked his hand away. “I suppose I could trya littlebite… just to see.” He dipped his fork in and pulled out a tiny amount. He placed it on his tongue. After a second, he sat up straighter. “That’s amazing.” He took another forkful and almost moaned at how good it tasted.“Fuck…I hate truffles but this is incredible.”
Qylar leaned over the island and dragged a container closer. He ladled out a little more of the mushroom truffle rice into Kenji’s bowl.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Qylar murmured, never looking at him.
Every time he’d been with Qylar, the man had rarely looked away. Kenji didn’t like that he was now. “Are you so upset with me that you can barely look at me right now?”
Qylar stared down at his bowl. “I’m trying to be respectful.”
“Ignoring me is respectful?”
“Kenji, I want to sit and stare at you all night, but if I do that, I’ll get in trouble for being too much.”
Kenji didn’t know how to respond to that. He lowered his fork beside his bowl. When he rose from the stool, his foot somehow got hooked between the island, Qylar’s foot, and the stool itself. He tipped over—and Qylar caught him before he fell and pulled him up against his chest.
Their gazes locked, heat simmering between them.
Kenji struggled for his next breath, his lips parting on a sigh.
I should pull away.
But I don’t want to.
CHAPTER 11
Kenji stared up at Qylar, his palms resting on the man’s chest. Both of them breathed roughly, their need apparent. The weeks and weeks spent apart had been torment. Kenji slid a hand behind Qylar’s neck and lifted for a kiss, unable to control himself another second. Qylar’s head swept down, their lips smashing together. Kenji opened his mouth, a shuddering gasp escaping. Qylar took advantage. He swept his tongue inside and slid it across Kenji’s.
Without conscious thought, Kenji wrapped both his arms around Qylar’s neck, pulling them ever closer. Before he knew it, he was sitting astride Qylar’s hips, rolling his and pressing his hardening cock against the thick brand under him. He wasn’t exactly sure when clothes started coming off, but he was certainly glad when they were free of them.
Qylar rose, carrying Kenji with him, and crossed to the stairs. He descended, never removing his lips from Kenji’s mouth. When they fell into bed together, Qylar was on the bottom, giving Kenji freedom on top.
Kenji rolled his hips, rubbing their hardened cocks together. How he’d yearned to feel Qylar against him again. Every night had been torment, lying in bed alone, knowing he was just across the city and likely willing to make Kenji scream with pleasure until morning came.
“Lube?” Kenji asked, desperate to feel Qylar inside him again.
Qylar stretched and pulled a bottle from his nightstand. They both squirted some into their palm. Qylar coated his cock while Kenji slathered it all over his hole. Their motions were rushed, their need untethered. When Kenji reached behind him and positioned Qylar’s cockhead against his hole, he gasped before it ever entered his body.
“Wait,” Qylar whispered hotly.
“I don’t want to,” Kenji whimpered.
“Did I hurt you last time?”
