“Sun cream,” he explained once he’d settled over him again, careful not to crush Nate beneath his weight this time. His movements were slow but deep enough to hit all those parts within him that made his nerve endings sing. “The deeper we can get it, the better. You’ll heal overnight and be fine come morning.”
“Comedoesn’t seem like the correct word choice,” Nate pointed out. His arms hurt, but it was awkward leaving them on the bed, so he risked lifting them, hesitating before giving in and settling his hands over Kaz’s hips.
“If that’s your subtle way of asking if I plan on cleaning you out before I put you to bed,” Kazimir smirked, “then no. No,I do not. You’ll sleep full of my come like the good boy you are, won’t you, boyfriend?”
“No,” his face scrunched up. “That’s gross.”
“Want to rethink that?” Kaz’s next thrust came with more force than the last. “You’re already so over-stimulated, Pretty Boy. You really want to keep fighting me on the details?”
“I don’t like being dirty,” Nate tried, but merely received a snort in response.
“You’re no Berga Obsidian. Nowhere in your file was there any mention of being even slightly germophobic.”
“Those two things are not necessarily—” He stopped himself. “Forget it.”
“Nice choice.” Kazimir slipped a hand between them and carefully wrapped his fingers around the head of Nate’s dick, circling his thumb around his flushed crown before pressing against his slit. When Nate’s back bowed off the bed, he chuckled. “There’s my good boy. So sensitive.”
“Kaz.” Anxiety crashed through Nate with the sudden spike of arousal. That mixture of euphoria and fear that it would never end had tears prickling at the corner of his eyes all over again.
“Don’t worry,” Kazimir said, “We’re winding down to the finish line. Promise.” He leaned in and captured Nate’s mouth, the kiss this time light and clearly meant to comfort. His lips coaxed Nate to open for him so his tongue could slip in and casually explore, like they had all the time in the world for him to map Nate’s insides despite his reassurance.
Just as Nate was about to lose it and turn his head away, Kaz changed his grip on his dick, delivering steady strokes of his fist with every pump of his cock, the motions mirroring one another and causing the bed to quake beneath them.
The sounds of the springs going and the feel of Kazimir all around him had Nate’s breath catching in his throat, the small gasp instantly swallowed by Kaz’s still-seeking mouth.
When the orgasm hit him this time, Nate felt the world wink in and out around him, stars bursting behind his closed eyes as his entire body shook as if electrocuted. He spasmed, and his dick wept, covering them both in more come a second before he felt Kaz give one final deep push and hit his own peak.
Kazimir grunted and shuddered through his own release, keeping himself buried so that Nate could feel the entire surge he let off inside of him.
That added stretch and sensation ended up being too much, and Nate met his breaking point after all. He only just managed to tighten his hold on Kazimir’s hips a second before dizziness warned him what was about to happen.
He’d never been so happy to pass out before in his life.
Chapter 15:
Something was…off. Kazimir came awake and instantly felt it, though it took him a while to figure out exactly what the cause was.
The room he was lying in was smallish compared to the sprawling penthouse suite he kept in the city, and lacked the bustling sounds of hovercars zipping through the air. The smell was different too, less mountain flowers, more dark chocolate and coffee. His nose twitched as he lifted himself into a seated position and glanced around.
He’d walked the small perimeter of the room last night during his search for Nate’s stash of sex toys, but he’d barely taken anything in. The lights had been kept dim then as well, and now, with sunlight pooling in through the open window to his left, everything was lit up in bright clarity.
The place looked lived in. Knickknacks cluttered every surface area, some piled high with old-school paper books, the kind typically found only in libraries and Baikal Void’s bedroom.
Kaz gracefully lifted himself off the bed and ambled over to the desk, picking through the books to read the titles off the spines. There was a mixture of fiction and nonfiction, some of them textbooks purchased for classes at Vail and kept for some unknown reason. It felt a lot like Nate simply kept all of hisbelongings confined to this single space, despite the fact he now lived in the house alone.
He replaced the items and then turned, seeking out his pants. He’d left them in the center of the room and made quick work of getting back into them before reaching into his back pocket to pull out the small green notebook he never left home without.
The mini red fountain pen that was attached made a satisfying snicking sound as he pressed it to the page, scrawling in messy cursive, “Likes paper too,” under the bold “Nate” that had been written already at the top. Taking notes was a habit he’d formed as a child that he’d never been able to shake, and he had closets filled to the brim with used notebooks just like this one, all filled with a mixture of the mundane and the important.
The process gave his hands something to do and kept him from lashing out with violence at every waking moment. He could collect his thoughts better this way and sort through his feelings at an easier pace—because despite what Narek probably believed, he did, in fact, experience emotion.
Like irritation.
If he wasn’t careful, Kazimir was the type who’d allow emotion to rule him, and often found his actions dictated by his mood before realizing. That was partially how he’d ended up here in the first place, standing in a tiny home in the middle of the poor part of town.
Alone.
There was no point in searching, he could already tell Nate was no longer in the house with him. With his other hand, he picked up his multi-slate and adjusted the strap so it was back on his forearm before sending off a message.
