“You’re sounding a bit insane, Professor,” Sila said, though it was impossible to tell what he was feeling from his tone.
“I never claimed to be right in the head.”
“I would never be attracted to someone who was normal.”
“Are you?” Bay risked asking. “Attracted to me? Or is this all part of it? Are you hard right now because of what you plan to do next, or are you hard because—”
“Your hair looks as pale as moonlight right now,” Sila cut him off. “It’s practically silver in this lighting. When I came in, you were huddled beneath this trashy comforter, already close to the edge of the mattress, as though you were waiting for me. If I’d tormented anyone else the way I have you, they would have gone to the police or tried for revenge. Do you know what you did when you woke up here the morning after?”
“What?”
“You looked at me and held my gaze.”
“Yeah, because instinct told me to keep the predator in sight.”
Sila chuckled. “You wanted me back inside of you. I could tell. It was in those golden eyes of yours. They remind me of the beaches back home, by the way. When I first saw them, I wanted to gouge them out.”
Bay sucked in a sharp breath.
“That wasn’t a threat,” he reassured him. “I have no intention of ever doing that now. I like the way you look at me too much. Maybe that’s the problem.”
“Problem?”
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” Sila told him flatly. It was clear it wasn’t meant to be a confession. “That’s new for me. I put space between us, but then you had to go and differentiate between myself and my brother. I wonder, Bay Delmar, if you know what you’re doing, or if it’s merely luck on your part.”
Considering Bay was finding it difficult to follow the flow of the conversation, he was going to have to go with the latter. If only he knew what that meant.
“You claim you’ve lost the ability to feel?” Sila’s fingers finally slipped beneath his waistband, easing their way down through the curly blue hairs until he could wrap them around the root of Bay’s swollen and eager dick. He gave him a leisurely pump, clicking his tongue again when that instantly had Bay’s back bowing. “I find that hard to believe. Every time I saw you, what you were feeling was written in technicolor across your face.”
Bay’s hand went to Sila’s wrist but he didn’t stop him or attempt to pull him away, merely leaving it there while Sila continued to pump him in measured, torturous strokes. “That’s because you were there. That’s why I liked looking at you so much. Why I like looking at you. You make me feel—” His sentence died on a strangled yelp when that hand dropped lower and gave a tight squeeze to his balls.
“Open yourself up for me,” Sila demanded, still gripping him. “Do it.”
Bay started to turn but a low growl stopped him.
“I put that collar on you because I want my brother to stay away,” Sila said. “Have you looked at it properly?”
He’d checked it out in the bathroom mirror, of course. It was good craftsmanship, probably expensive, with just enough give around his neck that it could be turned so the loop could settle at any direction. The loop itself was gold, heavy and polished, with a tiny pale blue stone at the center.
“Do you want to know a secret?” he continued without waiting for Bay to answer. “For the longest time, that was the only way we differentiated between the two of us. He was Green and I was Blue.”
“Your eyes.” They both had the same pair of pastel, two-toned eyes.
“It was a game,” he said. “We’d refer to each other as such out loud to see if anyone would catch on. This was just before we realized we could escape our home world and come here. We’d grown bored with hiding and that boredom drove us to taking risks. No one noticed anyway. I could be Sila or Rin, and my brother would call me Blue in front of the same people. They didn’t catch on. It isn’t that big of a stretch to assume identical twins might swap places now and again, not nearly as much as imagining a professor stuffing himself with silicone cock to pictures of his student, in any case, yet no one caught on—You aren’t following my order, Kitten.”
Bay hesitated but then he moved his arm and reached back. It was awkward due to their positioning, but he managed to wiggle his hand down the back of his underwear and shifted so he could locate his hole. “I don’t have any lubrication.”
“You should probably be gentle then,” Sila told him.
He clenched his jaw and then worked a finger in, wincing over the mild discomfort that caused. It wasn’t too bad, but it definitely lacked the pleasure he’d get if he’d been given some type of lube to ease his passage. The back of his hand grazed Sila’s cock when he tried for a better angle and he froze.
A flash memory of what it’d felt like having that thing literally split him open had him clenching up and tensing all over. The pain had led to a phenomenal experience overall, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t still afraid of going through it again.
And, if his pulsating dick was any indicator, also extremely turned on by the prospect.
He was naturally associating that type of pain with pleasure now, and when he gathered enough courage to press in a second finger, he wasn’t as easy with it. A sharp breath escaped him at the slight burning sensation and he paused with the two digits only buried past the first knuckle.
Sila thrust his hips forward with little warning, his cock bumping against Bay’s hand. His fingers pushed in further and he gasped.
