Rin couldn’t settle it either, it was taking him for a spin much the same way Kelevra was, forcing his body to react to outside stimuli despite his internal need to curl up into a ball, take a deep breath, and justfocus.
But he couldn’t.
All he felt was the clawing desperation in his chest cavity telling him to run. Run from all of it. Only, he couldn’t because Kelevra was blocking the exit and Rin couldn’t get his tongue to work long enough to tell him to back off, and even if he did, there was very little chance the Imperial Prince would even listen.
Then there was the pounding of cold water and the hot hands on his body and the press of warm lips over his shoulders and to the back of his neck. There was the way his dick, now swollen and aching, sent pangs of need skittering throughout him. That was somewhat easier to focus on, that arousal churning in his gut, and even though it also added shame to the cocktail of negative emotions he was currently drowning in, at least part of him felt good at the same time.
Thinking with his dick was what had gotten him into this mess, and at least then he’d had the drug as an excuse. But even knowing that Rin couldn’t seem to stop himself from angling his hips back, bumping against that bulge in Kelevra’s pants. He moaned and tipped his head, dropping it against the curve of Kel’s shoulder, realizing just how close they were actually standing to one another.
“There you are, Flower,” Kelevra praised fondly, grinning at him as a spark of wicked satisfaction entered his hazel eyes. “Unfurl for me.”
Rin gasped when suddenly that hand dropped away and he was bent forward, his arms coming up to brace himself just before his forehead would have connected with the wall. His legs were kicked apart, the sound of another zipper drawing down almost imperceptible beneath the loud spray of the shower.
A moment later, something prodded at his entrance, too thin to be a finger, and he tried to jerk away only to have his hips roughly handled and yanked back. That something returned, pushed inside, but it was small and he barely felt it. Something gushed forward, filling him up, and he made a sound of surprise as one of Kelevra’s arms wrapped around his waist to keep him still.
“It’s lube,” Kel explained, squeezing the bottle, emptying what must be the entire contents into Rin’s hole.
It felt like a violation, to be moved around and prepped like a damn sex toy. If Rin were in his right mind, he’d be furious—probably. When he could only muster a small inkling of disgust, he let out a whimper.
The now empty bottle of lube dropped to the floor at their feet with a light clatter, the plastic pinging and rolling to the back, directly into Rin’s line of sight. It wasn’t that big, maybe a couple of inches long at most. Something Kelevra could easily carry around in his pocket without it being noticed.
His cheeks being spread brought him back to attention, a low growl emitted at his back causing a shiver to roll up his spine. The fear he felt was palpable, but the arousal never diminished, his dick still thick with need.
Kelevra lined his cockhead up to Rin’s hole, not even bothering to open him with a finger or two first, and then with one deep inhale, thrust all eight inches inside of Rin’s body.
He wailed, hands curling into fists, nails digging into the tender flesh of his palms as Kel pummeled his insides, setting a hard and steady pace that had their bodies coming together with harsh slaps.
“Good Light, you feel so tight,” Kelevra groaned, reaching around to tweak one of Rin’s nipples, pinching it roughly when that got him a gasp. He rocked into Rin even harder, burying himself deep and holding his cock there for a second with each inward thrust. Like the other times they’d been together, he seemed to get off on just being inside of him. “No one’s ever clung to me the way you do. It’s like you’re desperate to keep me.”
Rin was not. The pain was subsiding at least, the sensation of feeling that fact cockhead drag against his inner walls chasing the sharp zaps of agony the initial, brutal entering had been to dissipate. He hadn’t been properly stretched to take a cock of that size, and it wasn’t like he went around leisurely fucking people. The last night had been that night at the penthouse in Kelevra’s bed five days ago. His body was not prepared, and while he didn’t think there’d been any real damage done, that didn’t make this okay.
Even if he kind of liked it.
The only times in his entire life he’d been able to breathe properly had been those moments when he’d been forced to give up complete and total control. They were few and far between, like snippets of joy that were there and gone in a flash, but he held onto them when he could.
This was not a situation he should be deriving any sort of joy from.
The Imperial Prince had him pinned up against a dirty shower wall, his cock pounding into him like he had a right to, fingers digging divots into his hips that were sure to leave bruises…This was an act of pure and total domination. Kelevra hadn’t even asked how Rin felt or if he wanted to. He’d simply touched him and manipulated his body into giving him the reaction he wanted.
But…as he was fucked, some of that anxiety finally started to dissipate, and before long he was pushing back to meet those thrusts, widening his stance to help that cock spear in deeper. He moaned when Kelevra’s teeth nipped at his shoulders and lapped at his skin, always seeming like he wanted to feast on him when they were joined like this.
And Rin got the distinct feeling that he was not right in the head. That he was even more twisted and wrong than he’d previously believed. Because he couldn’t stop thinking about how all of this had begun.
With Kelevra seeing him at the competition.
With Kelevra.Seeinghim.
Rin wasn’t used to being seen, not by anybody, not even himself or his brother. Hell, the two of them were the worst at seeing one another even, bleeding too close together for that to still be possible. The two of them were just that. A them. For as long as Rin could remember, there wasn’t a him, only a them. No me, just us. He wouldn’t change it—couldn’t even if he tried—but this…
Being taken like an animal in a shower stall felt so intrinsically like a him moment that for a brief second it all snapped into place.
For one spectacularly clear blip in time, he was Rin Varun, just Rin Varun, no strings, no brother, no emotional issues.
“Flower,” Kelevra growled, wrapping those fingers around Rin’s wet length all over again. He twisted his palm as he stroked him, fast and harried, clearly trying to get him to orgasm before he did. “Flower.” He pressed his lips to the curve of Rin’s ear, blew a sharp, hot gust of air against it. “Come for me.”
Yes, something was very, very wrong with him.
His body followed the command like it’d been conditioned to do so, his balls tightening a second before they released and he was panting and coming apart in Kelevra’s arms like a puppet with their strings pulled.
