“You need a better memory, baby,” Sila smirked. “That was never one of the terms. We put no time limit on it. It doesn’t matter if I bring you proof tomorrow, you’ll still have to sit on my cock, just like this, if I tell you to.”
Bay shifted as though reminded and then winced.
“Does it hurt?”
“It’s…uncomfortable,” Bay said. “Will you take it out?”
“No.”
“Please?”
Sila grabbed onto his hips and thrust up sharply, relishing the way Bay cursed and instinctively reached for Sila’s shoulders to steady himself.
Between them, Bay’s dick started to thicken despite his protests.
“Stay still so I can clean you and get you back to bed,” Sila ordered, ignoring that rising member, even when it grew large enough to poke its head just above the waterline. “We have somewhere to be early and I don’t like listening to grumbling from sleep deprived people—What are you doing?”
Bay had snatched the bottle off the edge of the tub and was lathering up his hands.
“I just said I would—” Sila frowned when Bay started to wash him.
Bay gave him a coy smile as he soaped up the rise of his shoulders. For a long while, he concentrated on his task, taking extra care around Sila’s nipples and at the spots behind his ears. Then his hand dipped beneath the water and trailed lower, and before he could be called out on what he thought he was doing, he glanced up from beneath hooded lashes, that smile still in place.
Sila’s heart stopped in his chest.
“If I’m good,” Bay asked, “will you change your mind?”
At first, he thought he meant about ending the game and anger swept through him, but then Bay continued and it was gone in a flash.
“You got to come twice,” he pouted. He actuallypoutedas his fingers circled Sila’s navel.
“We’re here to clean off.”
“Exactly,” he agreed. “The water is already dirty, and then I’ll go straight to bed. There’s no way I’ll be able to sleep with this thing,” he jutted with his chin at his dick, “like this.”
“You’re already tired,” Sila pointed out.
“I know,” he sounded very pleased. “I’m exhausted. I feel like I might even pass out.”
“That’s—” Ah. Bayfelt. “Afraid of going back to that place, baby?”
Bay lost some of his luster and Sila actually felt bad about that. “I don’t like feeling empty.”
“You aren’t.” Sila lifted his hips again, chuckling when this time Bay’s reaction was a needy moan. He hadn’t planned on fucking him again so soon but… “Buy a new bed. Immediately.”
Bay frowned.
“You want to come again?” Sila moved so his hand was hovering over Bay’s dick. “You’ll get rid of that piece of junk and buy a new bed. A king size.”
“That won’t possibly fit,” Bay argued.
“You thought that about my cock too and look where we are. That reminds me, you haven’t told me how good my piercings feel yet.”
“If you—”
“No,” his eyes narrowed, “this isn’t a negotiation. You’ll buy a new bed or you’ll go back to that disgusting one hard. I’ll tie your wrists to the post to keep you from pleasuring yourself as well, so don’t get any bright ideas, Professor.”
“Fine,” he gave in. “I’ll buy a new—”
