The professor stepped off the edge of the bed so he could lower his pants and sure enough, his dick was semi-hard when exposed.
Sila reached over and flicked on the light switch, the seven light orbs hovering by the ceiling casting the entire room in a bright florescent glow. It highlighted everything, so no part of Bay could remain hidden from his viewing pleasure as Sila swept his gaze down the length of his chest to that bobbing member.
“Crawl to me,” he demanded, breath catching in his throat as anticipation chased some of the anger away when Bay immediately did as he was told.
He climbed back onto the bed, the silky material of the dark blue comforter, so deep a shade it was almost black, dipping under the weight of his knees and palms as he slowly made his way across it toward Sila.
Sila had been soft at the apex of his thighs, the anger too much for him to handle, but now, watching the way Bay’s eyes lit up with excitement and the way his kitten licked his lips with obvious eagerness, his cock lifted and swelled, until he hung painfully hard. He shifted on his feet, something in his chest stretching in satisfaction when that had Bay’s gaze landing on his cock and staying there.
“Any last words?” he asked, trying to ignore the odd prick of something uncomfortable he felt when he did.
“My body,” Bay glanced up at him from beneath long lashes, the picture of calm despite the fact he knew what was coming. “Make sure whatever you do with it, it can’t be linked back to you.”
That prickling got worse.
“I left your car at the bridge,” Sila forced himself to say. “When you don’t turn up for classes tomorrow, everyone will just assume you jumped.”
He nodded as if that’d been incredibly wise of Sila to do.
“Anything else?” Was he drawing this out? To what end? Sila had already decided to kill him. He was done with him. This was what Bay wanted too, after all. The guy had been about leave. If Sila didn’t take his life now, it’d be like admitting defeat.
If he let Bay go, Bay would just try again, and eventually he’d succeed. Then what?
Then Sila would have lost his prey and the chance for closure.
Bay wanted to die. If Sila didn’t kill him first, he’d do it himself.
“Have you done this before?” Bay surprised him by asking.
“What? Murdered someone with my cock?” Sila chuckled despite the tumultuous way he felt inside, the sound forced and fake. Not his best work. “You’ll be the first, Kitten.”
“Can I ask for a favor then?”
Sila nodded.
“Let me also be the last.”
This was insanity, and that was saying a lot coming from a person like him, but Sila only hesitated for a brief moment before he gave another nod.
Bay smiled broadly, the way someone would if they’d just walked in on a surprise birthday party held in their honor. Definitely not the look of someone who knew they were about to breathe their last breath. “Thank you.”
Sila didn’t get the chance to respond, which was probably for the best since he had no clue what he would have said. In the next instant, Bay opened his mouth wide and dropped down over his dick, swallowing it all the way until it hit the back of his throat in one go.
He gagged and pulled off, licking circles around Sila’s crown, teeth tugging lightly over the ends of his piercings before he sucked him down again. Bay kept his palms flat on the bed, his back arched so he could lean into Sila as he buried his nose in the patch of wiry golden hairs just above his cock.
Lights burst around Sila and, before long, he was dropping the knife to the ground with a clatter so he could run both hands through Bay’s soft, powder blue hair. He didn’t take control just yet, content in letting the older man set the pace, rocking his hips forward ever so slightly whenever Bay’s warm mouth pulled away from him.
Why hadn’t he done this before? He could have spent the better part of a week making Bay do this to him, watching the way he disappeared into his mouth, the way his nostrils flared and tears leaked from the corner of Bay’s golden eyes. Every time he came off his cock he sucked in a deep breath before going back for more, greedily lapping at him as though Sila were an ice cream cone.
He should have—
Sila cut those thoughts short. It was happening again. He was allowing Bay to lead him—literally—by the balls. He was the one with the power here. He was the one with the power everywhere.
Before he could change his mind, his grip tightened on Bay’s head, and then he was ramming himself as deep into his mouth as he could get, watching the way that caused his kitten to panic and sputter. He slid halfway out, allowing Bay the false hope of another breath, and then fucked back in before giving him the actual chance.
Sila was hard, but he’d been harder before. Hornier. Their last time together, he’d thought he was going to blow his load after the first touch of Bay’s skin on his own. It made no sense that, in the midst of the best head he’d ever received, he was struggling to reach that peak.
Maybe if he got the killing portion of the evening out of the way, it’d be different.
