“You aren’t giving me a choice,” Nate pointed out. “If you were, I wouldn’t be kneeling like this for you, ever.”
“Everis a long time, Pretty Boy,”
“I said what I meant.”
Kazimir was quiet for a moment, and then he pulled away, the sound of him climbing off the bed emboldening Nate.
He rolled onto his side, careful not to crush his arm since they were still bound uncomfortably, eyes tracking Kaz as hewandered around the perimeter of the room, clearly on the hunt for something. “What are you looking for?”
“Everyone keeps telling me how nice you are,” he said, tapping his fingers over the organized surface of Nate’s desk. The room had two doors, one to the hallway on the right of the bed and one across that led to the bathroom. Both were currently open, but Kazimir passed by the bathroom with little more than a glance. “But even nice guys like to fuck, isn’t that right?”
Nate wasn’t following. Since he hadn’t been scolded for moving, he took it a step further and pushed up onto his knees so he was kneeling in the center of the bed.
Kazimir was still fully clothed, not even his fly undone like it’d been their first time at the bar. He appeared put together and relaxed as he searched, like they had all the time in the world for him to find what he was after.
Nate hated admitting it, but Kaz was hot. He had the perfect body—not too muscular, not too lean—with wide shoulders and long legs. His hair was always styled neatly, and even though he was dressed in the same bland uniform as everyone else who attended Vail, he somehow oozed sex appeal and danger. Neither of those things should be of any interest to Nate, especially not the latter, and yet…
His eyes drifted down to the spot between his thighs. He wasn’t at full mast, but it didn’t take a genius to note that he was turned on. It didn’t make any sense to him, though. In the past, he’d been gentle with all of his sexual partners. Rough sex wasn’t even something on his radar, not something that had ever crossed his mind as a possibility. Nate liked taking care of people.
“The nightstand is too obvious,” Kaz said then. “And you’re not fourteen, so I doubt you hid it under the mattress…” He grabbed onto the door handle to the closet and peered insidebefore reaching in to shift a few clothing items around. “That’s more like it.”
There was no way…
Kazimir pulled a large black tumbler out and tossed it in the air, catching it with a smug look on his face. “Sneaky, Narek. I like it.”
“Put that back.”
“Why? Going to spin some tale about how it was a gift from your brother?” He snorted at his own joke. “I’ve gathered you two are close, but if he’s gifting you sex toys, he and I are going to have a problem.”
Nate blanched as Kaz twisted the top off the cup and tossed it over his shoulder. The plastic landed in the bathroom and clattered loudly on the tile floor. Then he tipped it so the opening was facing Nate, as though he didn’t already know exactly what it was the Brumal member was trying to show him.
“Pretty discrete fleshlight, babe,” Kazimir said. “How often do you use it?”
There wasn’t anything he could say to that since he had no intention of answering, so Nate remained silent.
“What about this?” Kazimir reached back into the closet and pulled out another toy. “A glass butt plug? Sleek. What about this one? Play with it often? You said you hadn’t had sex with a man before, but this explains why you opened up for me so easily the other night. I thought it was just the alcohol. I even came prepared this time.”
“What?” Nate must be losing it, because the tiny voice in his head commented on how they should just turn it into a drinking game. Take a shot every time he asks why in that dumb, clueless tone of his.
Kaz slipped two small tubes out of his back pocket and waved them in the air. “Before and aftercare. I anticipated things to get…messy.”
As funny as it was to picture Kazimir walking around with those things in his pockets just in case he ever needed them, there were no coincidences where Kaz was concerned. When he said he’d come prepared, he meant it. Meant that he’d specifically selected those items with the intention of using them on Nate tonight.
The conversation from before with Pavol and Flix came back to him then, and he felt a sinking feeling mingle with the lingering trepidation.
“How did you know Port was here?” Nate had lied for him saying he’d called, but they both knew that wasn’t the case. He stared at the two tubes still being held up. “How did you know we’d end up having sex again tonight?”
“One question at a time, Pretty Boy. First, I saw your multi-slate at the coffee shop, remember? You should really be more careful with who you let close enough to read that thing. For future reference, if they can, they’re too close to you. I don’t like anyone getting near my things, that clear, babe?”
Nate’s mouth dropped open in surprise when Kazimir tossed the butt plug over his shoulder just as carelessly as he had the top to the fleshlight.
“You won’t need it anymore,” Kaz explained. “From here on out, the only thing allowed near that sweet ass of yours is me. You want to be filled? You’ll get my fingers, my tongue, or my cock. Nothing else goes in there. If I find out you disobeyed, I’ll make you sleep, eat, and breathe with my cock shoved so deep you’ll be begging me to pull out after the first hour. Understood?”
“This is crazy.” Add that to the drinking game.
Nate really wished that sardonic voice would shut the hell up so he could focus on what mattered. Like talking Kazimir down before he did…whatever he planned on doing.
“Since I don’t have a vag, and there’s no way I’m letting you stick it to me,” he shook the fleshlight, “we’ll hold on to this one. If you’re bad, though, I’ll take it away like I did your other toy.”
