Hook. Line. And sinker.
Maybe this whole reading people bullshit was easier than Kelevra had thought.
“That’s simple, Flower.” Kel’s hand slipped from his hair to settle on his shoulder. He pulled the knife away at the same time, but kept it close, the threat still apparent. “All you’ve got to do,” he pressed, lightly though, a clear indicator he expected Rin to go all on his own, “is get on your knees for me.”
He hesitated, that defiance returning to his multicolored gaze for a few seconds before he was doing it, dropping down before Kelevra, maintaining eye contact the whole way.
Good Light, seeing someone kneel for him had never been so erotic before in his life, but Kelevra somehow kept his cool. He waited for a tick, letting Rin start to wonder what might happen next, what Kel might ask for. Letting it ruminate until the first stirrings of doubt had his flower’s brow furrowing ever so slightly in the middle.
Then Kelevra lowered onto the bench. He held the knife loosely in his left hand as he spread his thighs wide, settling them at either side of Rin who remained motionless all the while. He leaned back on the bench, resting himself on his palms, and then he jutted his chin at the obvious bulge pressing behind the ruby-red pants he was wearing.
“Suck.”
Rin flinched as though Kelevra had let off a gunshot instead of simply delivered a one word order. He shifted on his knees, clearly trying to weigh his options before finally settling on this being his best one.
Of course it was. He was going to marry Kelevra, that was already a done deal, but that didn’t mean Rin couldn’t get a few things out of it himself. Kel was willing to give him whatever he wanted.
He just wouldn’t be telling him as much. Not just yet. Not until he had his flower tamed, those sharp vines of his so twisted around Kel it would take a lifetime just to untangle them from one another.
Rin slowly lifted his hands, reaching for the button on Kelevra’s pants, glaring up at him.
“That’s it, Flower,” Kel urged. “Dig those thorns of yours deep into me. The same way I’ll be burying my cock in that pretty mouth of yours in a moment.”
“You’re fucked up,” Rin told him as he undid the zipper, leaning back a bit when Kelevra’s fully erect cock sprung free.
“Oh, you don’t know the half of it.” But he would. Soon. Kelevra had never wanted to own something so completely and entirely before, hadn’t even realized that was a feeling he was capable of.
He wanted Rin though. Wanted all of him. Wanted him crying and raging beneath him. Wanted him giving and taking. Soothing and hurting. The cut on Kel’s throat from the knife stung but in the most delicious way imaginable. A tiny prick of a thorn.
A gift from his flower.
When Rin’s hand finally wrapped around the base of his cock, Kel’s head fell back and he moaned.
“Light,” Rin cursed. “You’re huge.”
“Don’t need to butter me up, sweetheart.” He lifted his head to meet his gaze. “I’m already a sure thing. And so are you.” He motioned again. “Get to work.”
He could practically feel the animosity snapping off of Rin like a live thing, but he kept it contained, giving Kel an exploratory pump of his fist as he got more comfortable on his knees.
Kelevra realized with a smirk that Rin was approaching this the same way he did everything else. “It doesn’t need to be perfect,” he said. “It just needs to be inside you.”
Rin scowled. “I don’t do anything in half measures.”
He chuckled. “Suit yourself. Make it good for me then.”
Almost as though he was taking it as a challenge, Rin finally leaned forward, tongue tentatively sweeping out to lap at the thick, swollen cockhead once before he wrapped those lips around the girth of him and bobbed down in one slick glide.
Kelevra felt himself bump against the back of Rin’s throat and honestly, it was a miracle he didn’t come right then and there.
Rin flattened his tongue and brushed it against the underside of his cock as he pulled off, smacking his lips in this obscene gesture before he swallowed him all over again. He set an even rhythm, head bobbing up and down, sucking as he drew back, humming whenever his crown hit the back of his throat.
Movement in the corner of his eye caught Kelevra’s attention and he turned his head, taking in the reflection of him propped up on the bench, his flower between his legs, satisfying him. Worshiping his cock so good.
Maybe too good.
Rin knew exactly what to do with his tongue, knew exactly how much teeth he was allowed to skate over the sensitive skin at the top of his dick to send electric waves jolting through Kel’s hips. He knew when to hollow his cheeks, and when it was safe for him to take a breath.
The whole thing was incredibly controlled. Amazing as all hell, but controlled.
