Nate propped his head against the wall and tried to breathe through the pangs of lust now zipping through him. His dick felt achy, and without really noticing, he began rubbing himself against Kazimir’s knee, chasing any sort of friction he could get. When his eyes drifted shut, and he let out a soft moan, Kaz shook him.
“Answer me, Pretty Boy.”
“Not sure,” he said. “Drank a lot. Probably not till morning? Why?”
“And you’ve never had sex with a man before? Never felt one take you up the ass? Pin you down and fuck into you like you’re nothing but meat?”
Part of him was certain he should be afraid, that there was something seriously off here, but Nate couldn’t grasp the feeling, no matter how hard he tried. Instead, he found himself replying, as though he didn’t have control over his own voice anymore. “I’ve never done any of that before, and I’m not sure I’d like it.”
“Always pictured yourself on top, that it?” Kaz chuckled when Nate nodded. “Even better. How much do you know about me, Nate Narek?”
The constant switching of topics was starting to give him a headache, and Nate decided, boner or not, he wanted this to end so he could go home and wallow in peace. “Just that you’re an important Brumal member. Oh. And a dick. I learned that last part for sure earlier.”
“That so?”
“Yeah. You were a total jerk to me.”
“You cost me money and tried to convince me it wasn’t your fault. Tell me, if it wasn’t your fault, whose was it?”
Nate dropped his gaze again.
“That’s what I thought.” Kazimir yanked him off the wall so quickly he got whiplash, tossing Nate across the room carelessly.
Nate hit the sinks, the breath whooshing out of him as the hard porcelain dug into his ribcage. Before he could right himself, however, Kaz was there at his back, gripping his neck to shove his face down so it was hovering over the basin of one of the sinks. He struggled to right himself, but it was like fighting against a vice grip.
“I didn’t know much about you tonight either,” Kazimir said then, his tone far too casual for their current situation. The sound of a zipper coming down a second later may as well have been a gunshot in the otherwise quiet room. “But the two of us are about to become well acquainted.”
“What the hell are you talking about? Stop.”
Kazimir’s grip on his neck shifted so he could grab onto a handful of Nate’s hair before he tugged his head up just enough for Nate to see their reflections in the wall-length mirrors hanging over the sinks.
Nate’s cheeks were impossibly flushed, his eyes wide, pupils blown. His shoulders shook from the strain of the position, and maybe even with a bit of fear, as that particular emotion finally found its way past his drunken haze.
Behind him, Kazimir stood impossibly close, his garnet-colored eyes seemingly piercing straight through Nate’s soul. There was so much threat and dark promise swirling in that wicked gaze that Nate felt his chest seize up as the full realization of what he’d gotten himself into finally hit him.
Maintaining eye contact all the while, Kaz reached around and made quick work of Nate’s pants and boxers, shoving them down until they bunched at his knees. Then he stuck two fingers into his mouth, lewdly swirling his tongue around them as Nate continued to watch in shock.
“In the old days,” Kazimir’s voice made Nate jerk in his hold, “people would pay off their debts by giving away their virginity.”
“I’m not a virgin,” he stated dumbly.
“You are where it counts,” he disagreed. “For me, anyway.”
“I’m not having sex with you. I’m drunk, but I’m not—”
“Yes. You are. And, Pretty Boy?” Kazimir leaned in so he could press his face against the side of Nate’s. “I don’t recall asking. You owe me a debt. Time to pay up.”
Nate opened his mouth to argue, but the press of one of those fingers at his tight entrance had him instantly stilling. All of his muscles locked into place, his eyes conveying his shock and confusion as they kept contact with Kazimir’s unwavering reflection in the mirror.
He wanted to stop him, had no clue how they’d gone from talking tothisbut knew he didn’t want it.
“Please, I—” Before he could get more than two words out, that finger slipped past the tight ring of muscle, forcing its way into his entrance. It stung a little, but the pain eased quickly, leaving nothing but pleasure in its wake.
Nate meant to curse and order the man to stop.
Instead, he moaned.
Chapter 2:
