“Harming you out of anger.”
It was the only warning he gave before the entire mood shifted.
Chapter 17:
Sila regretted having lubed him up and stretched him out, which was dangerous, because regret wasn’t typically an emotion he was capable of.
And yet here they were.
He notched the head of his cock into Bay’s hole and then thrust, not bothering to hold back. The force of it shoved Bay’s front against the wall and his next cry was a mixture of pleasure and pain that only served to spur Sila on.
If they really did draw attention and were discovered, it wouldn’t be good for either of them, and yet for the first time in his life, Sila didn’t give a shit about playing things smart. Logic could go fuck itself for all he cared. Brutally and unapologetically. The way he was currently fucking his infuriatingly complex professor.
He slammed in as deep as he could go and then pushed in even though there was nothing left to give, the motion forcing Bay onto his tiptoes.
“Wait!” Bay dug his nails into Sila’s thigh, slicing through skin to draw blood, but while he didn’t seem to notice he was doing it, he’d been careful not to raise his voice too high.
Sila pulled all the way out to the tip and paused, just long enough to give Bay’s body time to start closing, before he pumped in with the same level of drive. In order to get that deep, his movements couldn’t be as quick and chaotic as he’d like, but that wasn’t enough to keep him from doing it. Every time he filled Bay up, he knew he caused his dick to grind against the rough texture of the brick wall. When he pulled out, Bay’s ass followed despite his verbal protests.
That wasn’t right.
He wanted to hurt him. Sila wanted to expel some of this strange, pent-up emotion swirling within him and the only way he could think of to do that was by taking it out on Bay’s flesh.
Why’d he have to remind Sila of how this had started? They’d been having fun, enjoying things, but then Bay had to go and bring up the fact that his interest in the Varuns was what had kicked this off.
Why did it evenmatter?
Sila and Rin were the same.
There wasn’t one without the other.
Them being identical was their greatest asset.
There was no reason he should be angry that Bay couldn’t tell them apart.
“Varun,” Bay sobbed, “please! You’re killing me!”
“Not yet,” he growled back, but he did give in. Grabbing onto Bay by the hips, he pulled him partially off the wall and then began to mercilessly fuck him. His balls slapped loudly against Bay’s inner thighs and he didn’t even care that he was the one breaking the rule and putting them at risk.
He was relentless with his cock, moving at the fast speed his people were known for, but that he was always careful to control when in the bedroom. Bay was blubbering and crying and when the braided leather caught Sila’s eye, he reached for it.
Twisting it around so he could slip his middle finger through the metal loop, Sila allowed Bay one last deep inhale before he pulled. He yanked Bay away from the wall by the throat, his other hand flattening over his hip to keep him in place as he continued to pummel his hole.
Bay’s back bowed and he let go of Sila’s thigh to claw at his forearms instead, desperately trying to get him to loosen his hold on the collar that was now cutting off his supply of oxygen.
Breath play had been a prominent feature in the videos Bay had selected at the Seaside, so Sila wasn’t all that concerned over his reaction.
He shouldn’t have been concerned even if he didn’t know Bay was into it.
Damn it.
The hand on Bay’s hip moved to find his dick, taking the heavy member in a firm hold. He worked him in time with his thrusts, easing up slightly on the collar so Bay wouldn’t actually pass out.
“Come, Kitten,” Sila growled against the curve of his neck. “Or you really might get your wish and die tonight.”
He was bluffing.
Sila wouldn’t kill him.
