In the past, if he felt like cutting someone in the moment, he cut them. If he felt like tying them up, he did. Choke them to death with his dick? Did it once, it wasn’t as satisfying as he’d hoped, so probably not something he’d bother repeating. But primal play…He’d never done that before. It seemed risky to try it out now, but…
According to everything he’d read on the subject, for some, primal play wasn’t a form of play at all, but a chance at freedom. It was a rare opportunity to drop the roles and the masks and act on all of the impulses brewing within a person. All those instincts they shoved down and forced into the dark due to societies expectations and rules.
The closest Sila had come to something like that had been back in high school. But there’d been a layer of deceit needed still since if word got out that Crate Varun’s son had hunted someone down like an animal and fucked them raw in the sand, he would have been counter fucked—and in the unpleasant way. Sila had spent the better part of a year coaxing his on and off again lover, Timon, into agreeing to be chased, planting the seed in his mind that it was something he’d be interested in and Sila was merely a willing partner helping him explore those taboo longings.
The scratches and bruises all over the two of them the day after had been explained away by an overly rambunctious sparing match, and their idiot high school teachers had believed them without batting an eye.
Timon stopped speaking to him after, but no matter. Sila and his brother had already set their sights on the Dual Galaxy as their true escape. Besides, he’d gotten what he’d wanted from Timon already, so there’d been no reason he could see to try and keep the timid guy around.
It’d actually been a while since Sila had last thought of him even.
Interesting.
Bay was stirring up all sorts of things within him and that only made him all the more curious. Back then, things with Timon had been tame despite the chasing factor. Most of the bruises had been caused from tumbling down a sand dune, the scratches the usual result from a rough, yet consensual, rutting. Basically, Sila hadn’t been all that interested in giving it another go.
Until now.
Done drawing things out, Sila picked up the pace and really gave chase. He was quiet as he pushed his body forward, deftly slipping between the thick trunks of the trees as he kept Bay’s light in sight. He hadn’t even broken out in a sweat yet, but there was time for that once he had the professor pinned beneath him, ideally fighting for control.
Bay’s pornographic preferences were dark and perverted, rough. But there was a big difference between watching something on screen and experiencing it in real life. There was a chance it was all fantasy for him, and the real deal would end up squashing the appeal instead of bolstering the flames. There was only one way to tell.
Sila wouldn’t stop or let him free either way.
He controlled his breathing and pushed on, drawing ever nearer to that flickering light and the man carrying it. It was odd that Bay wasn’t attempting to conceal it, since he had to know Sila was following the trail more easily thanks to that literal beacon, but Sila didn’t overthink it. Now wasn’t the time for using his brain.
It was the time for instincts.
Sila relished the chase. The way his thighs burned and the pressure of his lungs expanding in his chest with each deep inhale. Above them, the night sky coupled with the thick canopy kept them bathed in an eerie darkness, the only sounds their harried breaths, the snapping of twigs, and crickets. Little fuckers didn’t give a damn about what was happening right now and he took a sick kind of pleasure in knowing that the only witnesses to Bay's utter undoing were a couple of dozen bugs.
He'd been dreaming of this moment for so long, he almost didn't want the fun to stop, actually considered letting Bay go, if only so Sila could mess with him some more tomorrow. There was a different kind of pleasure to be had when taking apart someone's hope. Breaking it down bit by bit after allowing someone to experience that rush of relief? After making them believe they were finally safe? Hell, that might even be better than getting his cock wet.
But then Bay slipped ahead of him, a startled yelp emitting from his throat that had Sila's dick twitching in his pants, demanding he put an end to all thoughts of letting Bay go. No, tonight he'd get answers to all of those questions that had shuffled through his head whenever he was watching Bay touch himself at the Seaside Cinema.
Sila was going to know exactly how to make him scream and cry. And he was going to know how those tears tasted.
Using Bay's momentary delay to his advantage, Sila shot forward, grabbing a fistful of the man's leather jacket. He used it to haul Bay back, pulling him off his feet with ease. When he tossed him to the ground, he followed, planting his knees at either side of Bay's hips to keep him in place as he made quick work of the jacket.It'd grown on him and he was loathe to destroy it. Everything else though...
Carelessly, he bunched the leather material and tossed it into the darkness, barely listening to the sound of it crashing into what was most likely a bush. His attention was already back on Bay, who seemed to have snapped out of whatever shocked state he’d entered when he'd been thrown about.
Bay let out an animalistic growl and then blindly lashed out, his arms swinging, fingers bent to form claws. It was an interesting choice—most other people would have gone with fists, but Bay was smarter than most other people. That was one of the things Sila liked about him. He managed to scratch just beneath Sila’s jawline, all his other hits landing on his clothing.
He’d dressed for the woods, his own leather jacket thicker than the one Bay had been wearing. Sila had also ditched the school uniform, opting for an all-black ensemble that would help him blend even more in the darkness. He wanted the professor seeing only what he wanted him to see. Only what he deemed him worthy enough to.
“Get off of me!” Bay screamed, thrashing around like his life depended on it. His phone had fallen when he had, now off a few feet to the side, casting its light upward.
“Boring,” Sila clipped, slapping his hands away whenever they came near his face again. One scratch was already going to get him an earful from his brother. He didn’t need to make the scolding worse. “Do better, Kitten.”
“I am your brother’s professor!”
“So you’re aware?” he hummed. “Do you fantasize about fucking all of your students, or just him?”
His bottom lip trembled. “It’s not what you think.”
Sila lifted a single brow, unimpressed.
“Even if it is,” Bay back peddled, “that doesn’t makethisokay! You can’t do this to me.”
He caught Bay’s wrists with one hand and shoved them into the dirt over his head, pinning them there with his superior strength. The move had his upper body leaning over the professor’s, bringing his face closer, and he caught sight of the tears already spilling freely from his eyes.
