“Yeah. Let’s take a break. I’m going to call a cab and go home for now. Some space might be good.”
“No.”
“Kaz, I need—”
“You don’t need to think, or space, or anything else for that matter,” he said darkly. Seeing Nate standing that close to the door, intent on leaving…Knowing Zane was right all along about that fact…Something snapped in Kaz and, this time, he welcomed it with open arms.
At least the devil within him always knew what to do.
That’s how he’d fix this.
The same way he’d gotten them to start.
Zane had been right about Nate wanting to abandon him after what he’d heard. That must make him right about everything else, as well.
Kazimir had Nate tossed onto the bed, and the door locked before either of them knew what he was about to do. Then he went rummaging through the nightstand, pulling out two sets of shiny handcuffs, mind flipping through all of the possible ways to do this, searching for the best one.
The second the cuffs came out, Nate made a startled sound and tried to book it a second time, but Kaz caught him around the waist and flung him back, toppling after him to keep him pinned to the mattress as he worked one silver ring around his wrist and then the other.
He snapped them to the posts of the headboard, forcing Nate’s arms to spread right above his head, and then straddled his hips, silently waiting for him to tire himself out as he fought beneath him.
“Let go!” Nate shook his wrists, rattling the metal, but there was no give. He tried a couple of times to knee Kaz’s back, but their positioning made that next to impossible, and he was left floundering aimlessly a bit before he huffed and dropped his head against the pillow with a glare. “Unlock these. Seriously. I’m not in the mood for this, Kazimir.”
“We’ll get you in the mood,” he promised, sliding back so he was sitting on Nate’s knees instead. Then he flicked open the button on his jeans and slid down his fly.
“Wait, don’t!” Nate bucked, but all that did was make it easier for Kaz to slip his pants and boxers down to his thighs. He was soft at the moment, but Kaz knew how and where to touch him, was confident he could turn the tide the best way he knew how.
He’d fucked Nate into submission before.
He’d do it again.
And then, once his pretty racer was well-spent and relaxed, he’d explain it all again. No one ever listened to him the first time. He’d thought Nate was different, but apparently, he’d been wrong in that regard. It should have been enough for him to stop clinging to him, but it didn’t. Kaz still wanted him, even if he had to fuck him into oblivious just so he’d see reason.
“It’s always sex,” Kaz mumbled, wrapping his hand around Nate, giving him a few solid pumps of his fist. People didn’t want him for his money. They wanted him for his cock. He used his other hand to free himself from the confines of his own pants, stroking himself to full mast as he watched Nate’s dick slowly harden in his hold.
His pretty racer was fighting it more than usual, but the body never lied. It was the only thing that didn’t. Nate needed tothink? His dick said otherwise.
“There’s my good boy,” he cooed, ignoring how Nate growled at that, quickening his movements. He jacked them off simultaneously, listening as Nate’s grunts turned to gasps of pleasure the closer he got to release. “You’re always so quick to come the first time,” he teased. “If I allow it.”
“Kaz.” Nate was already breathless, a desperate look in his eyes. “I don’t want to do this.”
“No?” Abandoning his own cock, Kaz shifted even lower, until his face was hovering over Nate’s engorged member. “Wanna bet, Pretty Boy?”
“Stop—”
Kaz swallowed him all the way down, feeling his cockhead bump against the back of his throat. He hummed around it and then slowly slid off, allowing it to pop out of his mouth with a lewd sound so he could trace that thick vein with his tongue. The second Nate bucked beneath him, he took him in again, bobbing his head in quick motions, sucking on him, knowing it wouldn’t take long.
Nate cried out a minute later, his hips lifting off the bed, effectively burying himself deeper in Kaz’s mouth. He emptied out, the salty taste of his come coating Kazimir’s tongue.
He waited for him to finish, then released Nate’s dick and flipped him onto his stomach in one swift motion. The move forced his bound arms to cross, and he let out a startled sound that only spurred Kaz on.
Kazimir forced Nate’s cheeks apart and leaned in, flicking his tongue out over that tight muscle. The mouthful of come and saliva he’d kept followed soon after, and he forced the fluids in past that barrier, pinning Nate down by the narrow back when he started to struggle yet again. He speared at his insides,pushing the makeshift lubricant in as deep as he could with his tongue alone. Once he was satisfied it wouldn’t all immediately spill free, he pulled back enough to check.
“Did you just,” the side of Nate’s face was pressed against the pillow, but he tried his best to glare back at Kaz, “spitin me?”
“Admittedly not how I saw the night going.” Kaz arranged them so that his knees were planted beneath Nate’s hips; the other guy's legs spread wide at either side of him so he’d have better access to his entrance. The position mirrored the one he’d initially taken Nate in all those weeks ago, and that reminder only served to convince him this was the right play. That had ended in Nate becoming his. “When we’re done here, I’ll make you dinner, yeah?”
“Stop this,” he ordered. “Kazimir, you can’t just fuck someone into pretending like nothing happened.”
