“That is none of your business,” Illias shot back, cutting his eyes at Cantrell. “And I am not blushing like a schoolboy.”
“Mm-hmm,” Cantrell hummed. “Sure, pup.”
“Oh my God, can we please go home?” he groaned.
Cantrell chuckled and pressed a chaste kiss to Illias’ temple. “Lead the way.”
Illias started towards the car. Cantrell followed behind, eyes glued to the way Illias’ slacks hugged his plump ass. As they got closer, Cantrell leaned forward and smacked Illias’ ass with a satisfyingpop. Illias jumped with a gasp and glared at Cantrell. “Someone’sboldtoday,” Illias snarked, opening the passenger side door.
“How the tables have turned,” Cantrell replied with a casual air that made Illias’ jaw drop. “Close your mouth, pet, we’re not at home,” he taunted, then got into the car.
Illias scrambled into the passenger side, hauling the door closed. “Who are you and what have you done to my sweet, innocent boyfriend?” He narrowed his eyes at Cantrell.
“Innocent?” Cantrell raised an eyebrow as he put the car into gear and started out of the parking lot.
“Okay, well maybe notinnocentinnocent but you get my point,” Illias huffed, rolling his eyes.
Cantrell reached over to Illias and placed a hand on his thigh. “Maybe I’m finally comfortable enough to be who I truly am.” Cantrell slid his hand between Illias’ thighs and gave one a squeeze. “Or maybe I can’t stop thinking about what you said about celebrating after the meeting.”
“Is that so?” Illias asked, voice a little breathy. “What did you have in mind?”
“Do you remember when I said I would ruin you?” Cantrell turned down the street that led towards home. “I think tonight…” He crept his hand closer to Illias’ cock. “Tonight, I’m going to finally make good on that promise.”
“Please, it’s been solong,” he whined.
“I know, pet,” Cantrell soothed, squeezing Illias’ thigh again. “But you’re finally going to get what you’ve been asking for.”
Illias perked up. “Really?”
“Only if you’re a good boy.” Cantrell turned down their road. “Are you going to be a good boy for me?”
“Yes Sir,” he responded quickly. “I’ll do anything you want.”
Cantrell recalled the night Illias first said he worshiped him. “Even crawl to me?”
Illias grinned devilishly. “Is that what you want? For me to crawl to you like a devout follower,Father?”
Cantrell’s cock jumped at the use of his previous title. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, not realizing just how much the title still affected him. He pulled into their driveway.
“Did using your old title get you hot and bothered?” Illias teased. “Do you like the idea of me being your devoted worshipper, Father?”
“Inside, now,” Cantrell ordered, cock harder than he cared to admit.
Once inside, Cantrell pinned Illias to the wall and kissed him hard. All passion but no grace. Teeth and tongue. Biting and panting. Hands grabbing, pulling, taking. Cantrell lost himself in it. Lost himself in the feeling of Illias’ mouth against his. Breath mingling together. Illias was his, all his. Completely and utterly, with no exception, no fear. And it was time that Illias knew that.
Cantrell slid his hands beneath Illias’ shirt, resting on his hips right above the waistband of his slacks. Cantrell pressed closer, feeling Illias’ warmth seep into his body. Feeling their movements align, breathing in sync as if they were one being. Illias pulled away, panting and red andperfect. God above, he was perfect, and Cantrell would follow him into Hell if it meant never leaving his side. If it meant he could rest his soul next to Illias’ for all of eternity.
Cantrell dropped his lips to his neck, dragging his tongue across sweat-slick skin.
Illias clung to Cantrell’s shirt, head tilting to the side in a silent invite. As if telling Cantrell to sink his teeth in.
“Fuck the games, I need you so fucking bad,” Cantrell said against Illias’ neck.
“I’m yours,” Illias whispered. “Allyours,” he repeated like a prayer.
Cantrell turned Illias towards the wall. Kissing the nape of Illias’ neck, he inched his hands up Illias’ side, pushing his shirt further up until he pulled it off and tossed it to the side. Cantrell dropped his hands back to Illias’ waist. Fingers fumbled with his belt and slacks until they came undone. Cantrell shoved Illias’ pants and underwear down in one movement. “Oh myGod,” Cantrell groaned, dropping to his knees. He grabbed Illias’ plump ass and nipped at one cheek. “I can’t wait to devour you.”
“Shut up,” Illias huffed, a pouty edge to his words, while inching his legs further apart.
