Kaz:Better not have run far, Pretty Boy. I’m in no mood for a chase.
The opposite, in fact. Kazimir found himself wishing Nate had stuck around so he could have rolled on top of him and fucked him again, nice and agonizingly slow this time. He was curious what the sexy racer looked like taking it in the light of day. Would he pout like he had last night? Blush and turn that hot pink shade that had only served to spur Kaz’s dick on further?
That wasn’t even getting into the sounds…Good Light. The shortness of breath as Nate had struggled to contain himself and hide that he was enjoying it had been so hot. And later, once he’d lost his mind and come completely undone for Kaz, the tiny mewling noises…It’d been pitiful and filled with vulnerability, and Kazimir was ninety-nine percent certain he’d never heard anything as beautiful in his entire life.
And he wanted to hear it again.
Right the fuck now.
As he waited for Nate to reply, he continued to snoop, fiddling with things he found interesting as he made his way around. When he roamed into the bathroom and still hadn’t gotten a message back, he shook his head at himself in the mirror and sent off another as he plucked Nate’s toothbrush from the lone cup on the eggshell-colored countertop.
Kaz:I’m not someone who can be ignored, especially not by you. Or did you already forget? Last night, I became your literal everything. So, unless you want your new god razing everything to the ground, respond, Narek.
The toothpaste tasted like frosting, and Kazimir wasn’t sure how he felt about it as he brushed his teeth and idly tapped his fingers against the leather cover of his notebook. Admittedly, he hadn’t given much thought to the type of person Nate was outside of stubborn and attractive, and these little discoveries were making him excited in all the right ways.
He put the toothbrush back and then reentered the bedroom, sighing when he doublechecked to find there still wasn’t a response.
The room was set up with a bed, dresser, desk, and two end tables, filled with clutter but nothing substantial. The windowsill was the cleanest spot, with only a single item placed on it. Taking a wild guess, Kaz selected the small item, giving it a quick inspection before he activated camera mode on his multi-slate and snapped a pic of him holding the stuffed toy up by his face.
The small red dragon plush looked stupid as hell next to his fine-ass self, but if it would get the point across, he could live with having it in existence.
Kaz:Should I start by lighting this on fire?
He attached the image and then dropped down onto the edge of the bed, whistling an old tune he hadn’t thought of in years as the seconds ticked by.
There weren’t many of them before his multi-slate dinged.
Finally.
He snorted. Typical. That had almost been too easy.
Pretty Boy:How did you even get this number? I’m at work. I can’t check my phone whenever I please.
Kazimir knew exactly where he was, he’d had Arlet send him Nate’s full schedule, but that was neither here nor there. He wouldn’t come second to anything, not even a job. In fact, he’d been contemplating whether or not to make good on his comment and offer that Jones guy a large sum of money in exchange for the coffee shop.
Last night had worked in getting Nate to finally submit, but something told him his sexy racer was still going to cause him trouble. If he took away his source of income and cornered him into only having Kaz to rely on…That could be the idealsituation. The best way for him to take full control and ensure Nate could never step out of line.
His things werehis.Which meant putting him first and giving him what he wanted when he wanted it.
Kaz:Who gave you the stuffed animal, Narek?
Something in his gut soured, and Kazimir chucked the dragon at the window, watching it hit the pane of glass and drop to the floor.
Pretty Boy:My brother. It was a New Year's gift. Put it back.
Nuri? That was kind of cute, then. Big Brother clearly cared for Nate the same way Nate cared for him. Considering the two lived on different planets, Kazimir wondered how they managed to keep that bond so strong. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Nate would do literally anything for the oldest Narek. Even the therapist had noted that he may idolize his brother too much, to the point it was affecting his mental health by always making him feel inadequate in comparison.
Nate felt like he was somehow less important than his brother and everyone else around him. Like he needed to shoulder everything in order to keep them and keep them happy.
Kaz was the one who’d been diagnosed as certifiably insane, but what kind of crazy put that much pressure on themselves without even being asked?
He’d needed a boyfriend and Nate had seemed like an easy target that night he’d spotted him with Mit Parker. Since, Kazimir had come to the realization he’d been mistaken—not a thing that happened often—but…he sort of got off on that?
The racer’s push and pull was hot in its own way. Typically, Kaz would have slit the throat of anyone who dared talk back to him, but with Nate, he found himself wanting to push those buttons on purpose. Wanted to get a rise out of himjust to hear the things he’d say and watch the worry flash over his face as soon as he realized who he was saying them to.
Pretty Boy:I have to get back to work. Leave my stuff alone.
Kaz:Don’t think you won’t be punished for slipping out this morning before I could take that ass at least one more time.
