It wasn’t even the fact that, in a way, Rin was the one with the power now, the one leading Kel—literally by the balls. He didn’t really care about that, didn’t mind a little power struggle between them.
No, what Kelevra couldn’t shake from his mind was how perfect Rin was at this. The kind of skill level that had to be taught and learned through experience to achieve.
His right hand lifted from the bench and the next thing he knew, he’d grabbed onto the back of Rin’s head and shoved, his hips lifting at the same time so he could drive himself as deep into that skilled mouth as he could get.
Rin sputtered and choked, his palms coming up to brace against Kelevra’s powerful thighs.
Kel watched it all happen in the mirror, entranced by Rin’s reflection, struggling as he ground himself against his face. Rin’s nose rubbed against the trail of dark hairs leading to his dick, and Kelevra hissed at the contact, liking it.
He’d never killed a person this way before, but he could, and that concept….Thrilling.
Not that he’d do that here, with Rin.
Murder wasn’t in the cards for his flower. He kept good care of his things. Even if he broke them a little from vigorous use, he was always sure to polish them back to a shine afterward. Call him a spoiled prince, it was true, but his sisters had made sure to instill a sense of pride in his belongings.
He yanked Rin off his cock, watching a string of saliva trail from his lips to his flushed crown.
Rin gasped and coughed, his eyes filled with tears, cheeks ruddy.
Kelevra’s face was red too, but not nearly as much. His chest was rising and falling quickly, the suit jacket stretched taught against his back. He looked sexy.
“Tell me I look good, sweetheart,” he ordered, tearing his gaze off the mirror to meet Rin’s eyes.
His flower was pissed, but when he rubbed his thighs together, the bulge between his legs was obvious.
“Tell me I look edible,” Kelevra insisted, fingers tightening in Rin’s hair.
“You look,” he swallowed and looked like he’d rather swallow nails, “edible.”
“Then be a good filthy fucking flower,” Kel grinned, “and eat me up.”
Rin was smart enough to suck in a lungful of oxygen a second before he was forced back down onto his cock.
Kelevra rammed it into his throat, growling at the tight squeeze, holding himself there with a strong hand at the back of Rin’s skull. It seemed to be like this whenever it came to the younger guy. This unexplainable urge to be inside of him, to burry himself so deep Rin wouldn’t be able to separate them, no matter how hard or long he struggled.
Maybe Rin finally got the memo, finally realized just how crazed about him Kelevra actually was, because the second he loosened his hold, Rin started bobbing all over again, sucking him in an almost frenzied state.
Almost like he wanted Kel buried deep inside of him too.
Chapter 15:
The second he felt it coming, Kelevra yanked Rin off of him and shoved.
His shoulders hit the lockers, rattling the metal, and he blinked at Kel, as if in a daze.
It was lust. The guy was totally gone.
“Lean back,” he ordered tightly, taking himself in his fist so he could pump his cock. The orgasm came quick and he aimed at Rin’s face. He exploded, come shooting out to land all over Rin’s red lips and his chin. A thick glob hung there for a second before plopping down onto his chest, the sight making Kelevra go crazy, his palm working himself even harder, desperate to see every last drop painted across his flower’s skin.
When he was finished, he took in the view.
Rin’s hair was mussed, and he was still out of breath, his chest covered in come, looking every bit like he belonged to Kelevra. If he’d been told to conjure the perfect man from his fantasies, Kel wouldn’t have been able to even come close to this level of perfection. Rin was staring back at him, raw and open, that feral glint he’d had in the ring shining back at Kelevra full force, like he’d set him ablaze telekinetically if he could.
His little flower was pissed off but impossibly turned on, his dick having made a huge wet spot in the center of those sweatpants.
Those damn sweatpants.
Kazimir’s.
