Ever looked him up and down, then bit his lip and pouted, his gaze locking onto the towel around Arsen’s waist. “You promised.”
Was Ever expecting Arsen to be able to think of what he’d promised him while looking at him like that? He could barely remember his own name with Ever’s soft, smooth legs on full display and his torso peeking out from his shirt. There was too much skin and Arsen’s blood was flowing in the wrong direction for higher thought processes.
Ever’s hand shot out, curling into his towel and dragging him closer. He was deceptively fast for someone so little. Arsen wanted to remind Ever that more than a half dozen people were downstairs and could—technically—arrive any moment to interrupt…whatever this was.
That was what he wanted to do.
It was the logical, adult thing to do.
But then Ever placed an open-mouthed kiss just below Arsen’s belly button—his hands not removing the towel but sliding up underneath it to grab his bare ass—making a satisfied sound when Arsen’s erection started tenting the towel.
Arsen groaned, his hands falling to pet Ever’s dark hair. He was being seduced…well.
Ever bit Arsen’s hip, dragging his teeth along the skin there, before moving to give the other the same treatment. If Ever had learned this from a romance novel, too, Arsen was going to get him the biggest bookstore gift card he could afford.
Ever rose up to let his tongue trace the tattoo around Arsen’s nipple before closing his mouth over it, sucking in a way that made Arsen light-headed. Ever had figured out how to get Arsen going far too quickly.Chert. His soft, wet tongue swirled, then sucked then bit until Arsen was throbbing.
A library card.
He was going to get him one of those, too.
Chert.
But no matter how much he was enjoying the attention—how much he wanted Ever to play out this little seduction—he still had to ask, “Are you sure you want to do this tonight? After what just happened?”
Ever sat back on his knees, eyes bleak. “Do you think I want his hands to be the last thing that touched me?”
Why hadn’t Arsen thought of that? He didn’t want that, either. He didn’t want anybody touching Ever but him. Ever.
“Well, when you put it like that…” he murmured, gently toppling Ever onto the mattress and climbing over him. He loosely pinned his wrists to the mattress, studying Ever’s face, looking for any fear or trepidation, but there wasn’t any. There was just heat and anticipation.
“If you start to panic, you tell me. Promise?” he asked, more for his peace of mind than Ever’s. He didn’t want to feel like he was taking advantage of a situation.
Ever nodded, curling up to smack a kiss on Arsen’s parted lips. “I promise. Can we do it now?”
Arsen snickered but then dipped his head to kiss Ever’s forehead, his nose, then finally his mouth, tangling their tongues briefly before pulling back. “This is your first time, though, so it’s all about you. You have to just lie back and let me do the rest.”
Ever’s lip pooched adorably and he leveled puppy eyes at him. “It’s my first time, so shouldn’tIget to decide how we do it?”
Once more, Arsen felt like he’d been put in checkmate by an amateur player. How did he keep falling into his traps? “I just want you to be happy.”
“Being with you does make me happy,” Ever said, like Arsen was stupid. “But having you inside me will make me happier.”
Arsen’s cock jerked at his words, and he was grateful for the resilience of the towel still knotted at his hips, creating a small barrier between his painfully hard dick and Ever.
“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” Arsen said. He released Ever’s wrists. “Then what do you want to do,besenok?” He trailed a finger along Ever’s side, watching in fascination as the muscles jumped beneath his hand. “What do you wantmeto do toyou?”
Ever stared up at him, pupils blown, lips parted, his hand rising to stroke his thumb along Arsen’s lower lip. “Kiss me?” he asked, breathless.
“As if you could stop me,” Arsen teased, leaning down and slanting their mouths together. Ever tasted like spearmint and he smelled like flowers, and kissing him created this euphoric effect that made Arsen feel almost high.
That was Ever, though—kissing him was drug-inducing. The more their lips met, the harder it was for Arsen to pull back, to give space. The more Ever’s tongue darted out to tease his own, the more Arsen wanted. Each kiss grew longer, hotter, more intense until Ever was writhing beneath him, whining into his mouth, his blunt nails digging into Arsen’s back.
“Please,” he whispered.
Arsen sucked Ever’s bottom lip before reluctantly pulling back. “Please, what? What do you want?” he asked, nosing his way under his chin to suck a bruise onto his neck, then his collarbone, his fingers teasing over his ribcage.
“I want—Oh, fuck—I want your mouth on me,” Ever managed, canting his hips up so Arsen could feel how hard he was.
