“This isn’t pretend,” he corrected. “It never was.” Kaz took his cock and brought it to Nate’s wet hole. “Here. Let me remind you.”
He wanted to shove himself all the way in, but held back, easing his cock past that tight barrier inch by torturous inch. The grip was insane even as Nate’s body opened up for him, sucking him deep the same way Kaz’s mouth had just been gulping down his dick.
Nate made a sound and buried his face into the pillow, giving Kaz pause.
“Does it hurt?” He waited for a response, pinching Nate’s right ass cheek when he refused to answer. “Am I hurting you, Pretty Boy?”
“Yes!” Nate growled.
Kaz carefully lifted his hips so he could check beneath him, finding that Nate was already hard again, at least. He hadn’t properly opened Nate up. Should have, even though ithadn’t been that long since the last time they’d done this. “I’ll give you time to adjust.”
“It’s not your cock that’s the problem here, Kaz,” Nate turned his head again, and this time the tears glistening over his face were impossible to miss. “It’syou. You are hurting me, and the worst part is you don’t even care that you’re doing it.”
“What?” He shook his head and leaned forward to run his fingers comfortingly through Nate’s damp hair.
Only to have the other guy shake his touch away.
“Pretty Boy—”
“Don’t fucking call me that,” Nate snapped. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
Kazimir went cold. He’d never spoken to him like that before. Never looked at him like that either, like he actually hated him. Well and truly.
It was like being possessed, Kaz pulled out and quickly undid the cuffs around Nate’s wrists with the thumbprint scanner at the center of each, leaving them attached to the headboard in his haste. He rolled him, cupping a tear-stained cheek, gaze traveling down his chest to his still semi-hard dick. There were no signs of any real injury, but the pain in Nate’s voice just now…
“Was it the cuffs? Were they too tight?” He checked his wrists for marks, but even with his struggles, none of the skin had broken. “I—”
Nate pushed him off, scrambling over him. Within seconds, he had Kazimir’s wrist clicked into the cuff.
The shock made him slow, and he was being pulled in the direction of the other one before realizing it. He tried to force Nate off, but also didn’t want to hurt him by accidentally flinging him off the bed, and that hesitation cost him.
As soon as Nate had him bound in place against the headboard, he shot off the bed, practically tripping in his haste.He pulled his pants back on and zipped them, watching as Kaz tried to break free to no avail.
“Narek.” He gave up and glared. “These have biometric locking mechanisms. I’m the only one who can undo them, and now,” he wiggled his fingers, “I’m unable to.”
“Good.”
He frowned. “I’m going to be stuck here unless we get metal cutters and—”
“Let’s break up,” Nate said, deadpan and emotionless.
It was so out of character that for a second he actually thought he was joking, but when he didn’t follow it up with a laugh or even a smile, reality started to set in.
“I’m breaking up with you,” Nate stated with more clarity.
“No.”
“You don’t get a say.”
“We aren’t breaking up, Narek. We are never breaking up.”
“We are,” he insisted. “Right now. It’s over, Kazimir. We’re done.”
“No, we—” Kaz sucked in a breath when he turned on his heels and walked out of the room. “Nate? Nate! Nate, come back!” He repeated it over and over, fighting against the cuffs even knowing they wouldn’t budge.
No matter how many times he called out, however, Nate never listened.
He never came back.
