He swore when suddenly Kel was back on him, forcing his hand away from his dick and flipping him so that he was lying on his stomach. When he immediately went to right himself, he received a hard whack on the right ass cheek. The flash of pain had him growling, but that only earned him another.
With both hands flat on his cheeks, he shoved Rin’s ass down and slipped his thumbs between his crease, pulling them apart to expose his hole. He used his elbows to keep Rin pinned by the thighs and then resituated so that he was also lying on the mattress, his face hovering teasingly over Rin’s entrance.
“Get off,” Rin ordered.
“Oh,” Kelevra chuckled, “I’m going to.”
“I just want to come and get the hell out of here,” Rin said. “Don’t you think you’ve done enough damage?”
“No,” he said without skipping a beat. “I think since you’re planning on blaming me for taking advantage of you already, I may as well enjoy myself first. Relax, cadet, I’ll make it good for you. So good, even, you might beg me for another round in the morning.”
“That’s never going to happen.” Rin liked sex just as much as the next guy, but he’d yet to grow attached to anything or one and he didn’t plan on starting now. Especially not with someone as dangerous as the Imperial Prince. “Sexual acts are deemed as transactions on Tibera, but even there, drugging someone is a crime.”
“So report me,” Kel shrugged. “In the morning.”
Rin opened his mouth to lie and say he would be—he knew better—but then something warm and wet was pressing against that tight ring of muscle, cutting off all ability to think.
Kel’s tongue explored, pushing lightly at first, the tip circling his entrance. After a moment of that, he wiggled it inside, stretching Rin around his thick tongue as he speared it as deep as it would go.
There was slight resistance, a little pressure and pain, but Rin clenched his jaw through it, practically shaking as he lay there and stopped resisting. On the contrary, he ground down against the mattress, his movements limited by the way Kel held him, stealing most of the control.
Good Light, that felt good. So good, and yet…
“More,” he growled, biting into the silk material of the pillow to keep himself from begging. This damn drug was doing a number on him and he was furious about it, but if he didn’t get to come soon he was ninety percent convinced he’d literally explode and die.
A finger slipped into him next, the long digit curling up to stroke at his inner walls, clearly seeking out that spot that would send him careening toward the edge. When Kel found his prostate he tapped at it, with just enough force it sent shudders down Rin’s spine. He pulled out and eased in two, opening Rin up skillfully, seemingly content to take all night.
Unlike Rin, who was undulating and whimpering.
“Tell me you want it,” Kelevra said then, thrusting three fingers in so hard that Rin cried out from the pain, his wrist rattling the chain as he momentarily tried to pull himself free. He merely nipped at the rise of Rin’s left ass cheek and ordered again, “Tell me. Say you want my fat cock to replace my fingers and fuck you like the filthy flower you are.”
“What,” Rin sucked in a breath, “the actual hell does that even mean?” Was the drug making his brain slower than before or did those words make no sense? “What’s a filthy flower?”
“You are,” Kelevra told him, sounding far too pleased as he continued to work him with those fingers, the pace fast and punishing, as though he was getting off on the sight of his fingers disappearing into Rin and wanted to see it over and over again. “Looks like there’s something else your mind can’t control, cadet. The way your ass is greedily sucking me down gives you away.”
“It’s the drug, you garbage, rapist motherfucker!” Rin actually stilled when the words left his mouth, realization that he’d gone too far hitting him a second too late.
He needed to come at this from a different perspective if he was going to make it out of this room in one piece. Get an orgasm and get away. That was the plan and should be the only thing he focused on. Rin didn’t need anger, it would do him no good in this situation.
“Since that’s what you think of me anyway,” Kel’s voice was low, deadly, and promising pain, something Rin really wasn’t all that interested in. He yanked his hand free and before Rin could so much as consider apologizing to him, lined his dripping cockhead up to his entrance and shoved with one hard thrust.
A pained sound traveled up Rin’s throat as he was practically speared in half by that invading member. He hadn’t gotten a good look at it, but from the feel of the thing, it was a lot larger than he’d assumed. Too large even. The discomfort cut through the lust caused by the drug and tears prickled at the corners of his eyes. He buried his face against the pillow, refusing to shed them in front of the Imperial.
He wouldn’t give Kelevra that satisfaction.
Had he threatened to take the man’s eye? That wasn’t good enough. He was going to blind him in the other one and then—
Kelevra forced Rin’s legs further apart with his knees and grabbed onto his hips, sliding his body down the mattress to meet his next thrust. He drove into him with enough power the bed rattled against the wall, each punch of his cock sending Rin into a tailspin of feelings and sensations.
He hated the guy.
But man was he pretty.
His dick hurt.
But damn did it feelgood.
His fingers were digging into him too hard.
