That wasn’t what Quintz wanted, but when he assessed Kinzer’s expression, he could tell his answer had surprised him. Kinzer couldn’t realize just how serious Quintz was, how it had pained him to see Kinzer hurting like that. While Quintz enjoyed the pain himself, he didn’t wish it upon others. It had taken him so long to come to a place where he could do his job as he needed to, and with Kinzer, it had been worse than ever because he believed in Kinzer…more than Kinzer could ever understand.
“Fuck me!” Quintz demanded. “Fuck me like the whore I am.”
Kinzer grabbed hold of Quintz’s thighs and obeyed his request, moving as quickly as he could. The way he tensed his jaw and ground his teeth, stressed his effort as he built into a sweat… Quintz reveled in the sensation beneath him between the burn and the powerful jolt against his prostate.
Kinzer spit on Quintz.
And Quintz loved the sensation. Loved being violated and defiled by the clipped. He delighted in giving Kinzer his feeling of power and control back, as much as he could. And as Kinzer jerked forward, his hips pistoning quickly, Quintz knew Kinzer was coming in him.
Quintz’s balls swelled before he spewed his own load on himself. Kinzer snatched it up and moved it to Quintz’s lips, pushing it in his mouth.
“Taste yourself, you fucking cumslut.”
Quintz lapped it up. In that moment, he bowed down to Kinzer as his master. He was all his. It was just as good as he dreamed it would be…as good as he could have possibly imagined. He reeled in satisfaction, in having been this punching bag for Kinzer to take out his rage on.
Kinzer panted, sweat dripping from his body. Quintz could tell by the way he gasped for air that the experience had offered him some relief, which was all Quintz could have hoped for. Kinzer deserved that much, especially after everything he’d been through.
He collapsed on top of Quintz, kissing him once again, like he couldn’t get enough of his lips…something Quintz was just fine with.
***
Quintz led Kinzer to a shower room, like something he could have seen at a gym.
“So where exactly am I?” Kinzer asked as they passed a row of lockers alongside the wall.
“You’ve never taken a shower before?” Quintz asked with a wink, and Kinzer glared at him. “It’s Siege’s official hideout, based in Rothgorne.”
“We’re in Hell?”
“Yes, we transported you through a portal here, using an elixir, obviously.”
“You know where the transport portals are?”
Quintz smirked. “You could say that, I guess.”
He grabbed two towels from a shelf beside the shower stalls before leading Kinzer to one, where he hung the towels on hooks outside.
Quintz walked into a stall, and Kinzer started to head into the neighboring one when Quintz said, “This is the only stall that works. Sorry about that.”
Kinzer groaned. He wasn’t thrilled about having to get close to Quintz again. He still didn’t trust him, still didn’t know what to think of him really, especially not after they’d fucked around.
Kinzer hopped into the shower with him, getting under the warm water and enjoying how it soothed his body, offering his bruises some relief. Kinzer found himself getting lost in the feeling of the water webbing across his face, around his nose.
Quintz watched him, studied him, like he was making mental notes about something.
“What?” Kinzer asked, not hiding his aggression. He still felt guarded, uneasy around Quintz. He couldn’t help but think at least some of it had to do with the way Quintz had beat the shit out of him and made him believe he’d chopped off his cock. He couldn’t just shake those memories out of his head.
“Your bruises seem to be healing nicely,” Quintz noted.
“How are yours?” Kinzer eyed some of the spots he’d created on Quintz’s pretty body.
He was lean. His abs were clearly defined with a blond happy trail running down below his navel. The red patches Kinzer had created across his torso and face didn’t look as bad as they had right after they’d fucked. Kinzer knew they were healing rapidly and in a few hours wouldn’t be noticeable at all.
“Yeah, you got me pretty good,” Quintz said as he assessed his own body. He joined Kinzer under the stream of water before reaching out to a soap dispenser affixed to the tile wall. He mashed down on the button on the front with his palm while collecting some on his fingers. He slathered it across his body.
“You seem a lot better,” Quintz said. “You needed to get worked up about something. Needed to take all that hostility out on someone else…anyone else other than yourself. You were brooding earlier when I saw you. Brooding wasn’t going to help you. Or us. We need you in fighting condition.”
“You’re saying that was all to get me out of my own head?” Kinzer asked, eyeing him skeptically.
