The look on his flower’s face was pure euphoria.
Seeing it sent Kelevra toppling, and he shoved himself in as deep as he could go, arms coming around Rin to keep him in place as he pumped him full. Full of his come, in his building, at his club.
His. His. His.
“I’m never letting you go,” he didn’t realize he was speaking, the words tumbling out of him as quickly as his spunk was spilling from his cock. “You were made for me. You were made to be mine.”
He tugged Rin’s face back, tongue pressing between his lips so he could feast on him, grinding into him the same way he was still rocking up into his hole. He tasted like a mixture of salt and sweat, a hint of musk, probably left over from the wild blowjob he’d given.
It was the best damn taste Kel had ever tasted.
If he could turn it into a lollipop flavor he would.
There was no need to though, was there.
He could have this taste whenever he pleased. Have this ass too. And this smell.
He groaned and nuzzled his cheek against Rin’s, peeling his eyes open to find those mismatched eyes, wide and filled with something he couldn’t place, on him in the mirror.
It didn’t matter what Rin was feeling at the moment, to be honest. Kel was too much a slave to whathewas feeling. To this intense ownership and rightness he now felt toward the man in his arms.
He’d asked his sister to grant his betrothal so Rin would get over that pesky embarrassment issue and stop not wanting to be seen with him. Carrying around drugs wasn’t his style and he didn’t like the thought of having to drug him every time he wanted to get laid. But now he was seeing how smart that move had actually been. How perfect.
Kelevra lowered his head so that his face was hovering right next to Rin’s in the mirror, their reflections looking well fucked, all rosy skin and frantic breaths. “You’re my Royal Consort,” he said, testing it out, liking the way it rolled off his tongue and seemed to explode into the room like fireworks. His face split into a wolfish grin, the one that sent people scurrying, but with Rin so caught up in his hold, still impaled on his dick, there was no fear of him getting away.
“Say it, Consort,” he ordered. “Tell me you’re mine. Don’t—” He pressed his cheek against Rin’s before the other man could speak, “ruin this. If you tarnish this moment, I’m not sure what I’ll do. Just give control over to me. Don’t think. Just do. Tell me.”
Rin obviously wanted to argue, wanted to spit and claw his way out of Kelevra’s hold, it was written clear as day in his harsh gaze and the set of his shoulders. But he must have seen something on Kel’s face as well because he ended up doing none of that.
In a tone that was only slightly sarcastic, he held his eyes and complied. “Yes. I’m yours.” A second later his expression turned panicked.
Kelevra’s cock was hard again.
“Hold on,” Rin started, but Kel didn’t listen.
He bent him back over the bench and fucked him until both of their voices were raw.
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Rin grumbled when something tickled his cheek and tried to brush it away.
“Quit it,” Kelevra said, unamused. “We’re almost there.”
There, where?
He’d barely managed to lift his head from the Imperial’s shoulder—why was he carrying Rin on his back?—when he felt himself tumble backward, letting out a yelp. He came awake all at once the second his ass hit the mattress, a pained sound slipping past his lips.
“Mother fucker,” he growled, rolling onto his side, glaring daggers at Kelevra who was making quick work of the buttoned sleeves on his dress shirt. “Prick.”
“Yeah,” Kel agreed. “I used mine and it turned you to mush. Literally. Do you remember passing out on me?”
Rin frowned. They’d been doing it against the lockers—for the fourth time—and he’d orgasmed and…
“How much water did you drink today?” Kelevra asked absently as he removed his shirt and walked over to a door. He disappeared inside, and Rin got the impression it was a walk-in closet. When he came back a second later, his pants were gone as well, leaving him in a pair of tight black boxer-briefs.
Rin slapped his hand away when he went to press it to his forehead.
“Don’t be childish,” Kel told him. “You’re dehydrated and exhausted. Wait here.”
