“What?” Sila tilted his head.
“Don’t leave,” Bay said. “You didn’t even post on Inspire.”
“I think you have enough of me saved on both your multi-slate and in your spank-bank, Professor.”
He shook his head. “Not the same.”
“How so?”
“It’s not the real you.” He sucked in a shaky breath, his muscles straining and his body beginning to shake slightly from it. “Nothing’s better than the real you.”
“Acquaint yourself with my cock a couple of times and suddenly you think you know me?”
“Idoknow you,” he argued. “I know you twist the tops off your soda cans and pocket the tab. You don’t really like Jol, you just keep her around for appearances, but Riel can entertain you. It’s his humor, right? You’re trying to learn how to utilize sarcasm from him. You pay closer attention whenever he makes a sarcastic remark in class. And I know that even though you’re really good at mimicking your brother, there’s one thing that will always give you away to me.”
“What’s that?” Sila almost didn’t recognize the sound of his own voice. There was a strange feeling gripping him and he took it out on his cock as he waited for a response, twisting his palm around his thick shaft.
“Your eyes.”
He snorted. “We have the same eyes. You said it yourself.”
“Not the color,” Bay clarified. “What’s behind them. Have you heard the expression the eyes are the window to the soul?”
“I don’t have a soul.” But his brother did. Was that what he meant?
“You have a soul, Sila. It’s just warped and debauched. Whenever you stare back at me, I can see either one of two things. There’s either the vast, empty sea, or there’s the storm promising to drag me under until my lungs are on fire and my only hope for reprieve is your mercy. Rin doesn’t look at people like that. He can’t. He doesn’t have it in him.”
Whether it was a mixture of the words or the fact he’d been at it a while, the orgasm snuck up on Sila, his balls tightening a second before come shot out of his slit. He aimed and squirted all over Bay’s ass, groaning when the professor jerked at the first hit against his skin.
As soon as he’d emptied, Sila leaned forward and ran his fingers through a thick glob, smearing it up and down the seam of Bay’s crack before he pushed into his hole. Bay held still for him as he collected his come and forced it inside, rubbing the stuff around his inner walls until the man was a writhing moaning mess.
Watching his spunk disappear inside of Bay had Sila’s cock coming back to life in no time at all.
Acting on impulse, Sila flipped Bay around and tossed him onto the bed on his back. He followed, plastering himself over the smaller guy as his mouth captured his, tongue forcing its way past those full lips to taste him. There was a hint of toothpaste but nothing else, and he found himself dissatisfied.
He grabbed Bay’s dick, pumping him a few times until a large drop of precome leaked from his tip. Collecting it with his thumb, he brought it up and shoved it into Bay’s mouth, rubbing it on Bay’s tongue despite the way the other man gagged.
When Sila kissed him again the mint was accompanied by a hint of salt that had him moaning and rolling his hips, dragging his heavy cock over Bay’s stomach.
He’d never been all that interested in kissing, but there was something about the way Bay opened for him, the way their tongues danced and the sounds that he emitted when Sila nipped at him hard enough to almost draw blood. His heart was racing in an unfamiliar way that felt both uncomfortable and comfortable at the same time.
That inner voice whispered possessively that he could get used to this.
If he hadn’t already.
Dangerous.
“Me.” Sila reared up slightly so he could wrap a hand around Bay’s throat. “That’s what you have in you, Bay. Me, just me. Nothing is permitted to touch you, not even those dildos you have an obscene collection of. You want something, baby?” He used his knees to spread Bay’s legs. “I’m it. I’m all you’re allowed to have.”
“Yes.” Bay kept his arms at his sides, palms flat on the bed, giving Sila all the control.
He didn’t have to look to find his entrance, instead holding the professor’s gaze steadily with his own as he lined himself up and then pushed past that ring of muscle.
They both cried out at the first burst of sensation as he entered.
Sila held him down and fucked in deep, groaning once he was completely buried in that silky heat. He stilled for a brief moment, one hand still pressing lightly down on Bay’s throat in warning to stay put, the other gripping the smaller man beneath his left knee to hold him at the perfect angle. His gaze dropped to the place where they met and he tilted his head, curious over the electric spark of something hot and possessive that went off in his chest at the sight of them coupled.
Sex was an exchange he was familiar with, a transactional means to an end where both parties left satisfied and went their separate ways. During the act, he’d play the role of dominant lover, sure, but it was mostly a rouse. When he had his cock inside of someone, that person belonged to him, were his to do with what he pleased, but the second he released them it was over. His interest fled as quickly as it came. Half the time he couldn’t even recall their faces.
