“I told you before I’d buy your trust with my own,” he reminded. “I’m still willing, are you? Tell me what happened at Friction tonight, Flower. Explain.” He looped a finger under that curved end and began easing the sound in and out, fucking him with it gently as Rin struggled to obey past the foreign sensations.
“W-we were drinking,” Rin’s breathing increased as his body warmed up to the feeling, “Brennon was drunk. I was drunk.”
“You, my pretty Consort, were completely and totally shitfaced.”
“Yeah.” His dick started to harden and for a moment he grew silent again, scrunching his nose as though in distaste. Like he couldn’t believe his own body would betray him like that and start finding any of this pleasurable. “He kissed me, true. But I didn’t want it. I didn’t even see it coming.”
Kelevra had, but he kept that to himself. For now. Instead, he settled the sound in once more and let it go. He slathered lube on his cock and then grabbed Rin beneath the knees so he could angle him better, staring at the metallic shine of the end of the sound all the while.
“Kelevra?” Rin shivered, but his eye picked up on the truth.
It was in anticipation, not fear.
His flower wanted this every bit as much as he did. Wanted to be owned and used.
Claimed.
“Please, Kel,” Rin said. “I pushed him away. I hit him.”
“He touched what was mine,” the flash of anger in his tone was real, something he couldn’t hold back. The photos Zane had sent had also included one of Rin busting Brennon’s nose. It was the only reason Brennon wasn’t dead already.
“I didn’t want him to,” he repeated. “I’ve never wanted him like that ever.”
“Oh? Who do you want then, Flower? Who do you want pounding this hole of yours? Whose name are you going to scream when you’re fucked past oversensitivity and forced to keep taking it despite your protests?”
“…Kel…”
“That’s not an answer,” he growled, lining his cock up with Rin’s entrance.
“Wait.”
“You’ve kept me waiting for an entire week,” Kelevra said. “If you’d wanted me to spend time properly prepping you beforehand, you should have considered that and come home sooner.”
“Kelevra—”
“You’re still keeping me waiting.”
“The rod. Take it out first.”
He laughed, the sound twisted even to his own ears, but his cock was straining and his patience was so thin it was a wonder it hadn’t snapped already. His grip under Rin’s knees was tight enough that he was sure there’d be bruises in the shape of his fingers tomorrow, and something about that had a glob of precome rushing out of him, plopping to the floor between his feet loud enough even Rin had surely heard.
“This isn’t a negotiation. Punishments aren’t meant to be easy,” Kelevra said. “You’re only making things worse for yourself by refusing me further. Your continued silence isn’t going to work for me.”
“You!” He dropped his head back. “You. Kel. I want you. I wouldn’t have come if I didn’t.”
Kelevra notched his cockhead into Rin’s hole, moaning when that had his flower hissing from the slight burn. He didn’t like hurting him, but he got off on controlling Rin every bit as much as Rin enjoyed being controlled. It stroked at something primal within him, something that seemed to come alive whenever his flower reacted to him, in any way, shape, or form.
Knowing he could get Rin to drop the mask?
Sexy as fuck.
“Tell me what you feel,” Kelevra ordered, and this time Rin immediately obeyed.
“Too full,” he whined as Kel sunk in halfway, taking things slow on purpose to draw it out and give him time to adjust. “My dick aches. It still feels…wrong…but also…”
“You want to come.”
“Yes!”
