Kelevra continued to work him as he came, painting the shower floor with his spunk. His thrusts increased in speed, getting clunky and less precise, and then he was shoving himself deep, pulling Rin’s hips back and holding him there.
Hot waves of come filled him and Rin moaned at the sensation, clawing at the wall as his own release finally came to an end. He watched as the evidence circled the drain and disappeared through the small grate, his lower muscles still milking Kelevra as he continued to gush inside him.
Chapter 11:
When Kel was finally finished, Rin continued to tighten as he pulled himself free, sucking in a deep breath at the feeling of emptiness the moment their bodies were separated.
He managed to remain upright for less than a minute once it was over, wobbling on his feet a second before he found himself sitting on the ground, the harsh spray of the shower still going.
Kelevra flicked it off, wordlessly looking down at him.
Rin caught the exact moment the Imperial Prince realized there was something wrong, though Rin didn’t tear his gaze off the cracked spot in the tile he’d been sightlessly staring at.
“Hey.” Kel pulled his pants back up and then knelt next to him, reaching out to rest a hand on Rin’s shoulder. He shook lightly. “Hey.”
Out of the two of them, Rin’s brother had always been the bigger monster. They could both claim the title, in some way shape, or form, of course, and sometimes they traded, for fun or out of necessity, but it’d always been a silent understanding between them that while one was a demon, the other was a devil.
Except, here Rin was, having just been used by an actual devil, a Devil of Vitality no less, and…
That’d been the best orgasm he’d ever experienced in his entire life. Even better than the ones at the penthouse.
The panic and anxiety he’d felt earlier? Gone. There were still snippets, sure, of anger as well, but there were other things. Guilt. Shame. Indignation. Nothing was all-consuming. Rin sat there and sorted through them and picked them apart and not once did he feel like he was about to die or punch a hole through the wall and that was…
Terrifying, actually.
A lifetime of feeling trapped by his inability to control his emotions.
A decade of learning how to hide that from the world.
And all it’d taken was one cock to completely shatter him.
Although, in his defense, Kelevra was hung in a way few people were capable of claiming.
But still.
Here Rin was, basking in the afterglow of…whatever the actual fuck that had been, because it certainly couldn’t be considered consensual, when he should be three steps away from bashing in the Imperial Prince’s skull and going to prison.
He should want to bash in Kelevra’s skull.
So…why didn’t he?
He still loathed the other guy and yet a part of him felt stretched and pliable and calm.
Calm wasn’t a word Rin was all that familiar with. He didn’t experience calm. He faked it.
Was he faking it now?
Absently, he pressed a hand to his bare chest, over his heart, but the beats had slowed and turned steady. His skin was no longer buzzing like a livewire had been slipped beneath it, and his head…He could focus. Clearly. He was having this whole crisis of identity without any interruptions, wasn’t he?
Kelevra grabbed his chin between two fingers and roughly twisted his head to the side so he was facing him. The worry pinching his brow was ironic, all things considered. “Rin? Talk to me.”
He snorted, but the sound came out empty. “Now you want to talk? Kind of late for that, don’t you think?”
The Imperial Prince frowned.
“I’m not marrying you,” Rin said.
Any semblance of concern was wiped from Kel’s expression at that.
