“Why were you talking about a tattoo?” He shook his head and absently rocked his hips on Flix as his dick was stroked in time to the beating of his heart. “I don’t have a tattoo on my neck.”
“Sure you do.”
He frowned, but when Flix didn’t elaborate, couldn’t hold back a whine. “Flix. Please.”
“It’s fairly simple,” he surprisingly conceded and offered. “You marked me with your cigarette? I marked you back.”
His hand went to his nape but Aneski couldn’t feel anything. “You burned me?”
“Of course not.” Flix scowled, his hand pausing around Ani’s dick.
In a bid for him to continue, Ani started rising again without having to be prompted. The rush of stimulation must have also given him a burst of energy, because he sat back downbefore Flix had a chance to pull him back, tightening around that hot member for good measure.
Flix moaned and started pumping him again, just like Ani had wanted, a bit distracted himself this time when he muttered, “Question.”
He was about to ask what he’d marked him with, but that was also obvious. The conversation came back to him in greater detail now that he was somehow focusing better. Tattoo. Duh. He’d even said it himself. He’d inked him.
Aneski could look at it later.
Could get mad about it later.
For now, all he wanted to do was milk Flix for all he was worth.
“What?” Flix asked when he chuckled.
“I’m doing that thing that you do, just in my head,” he admitted.
Flix frowned.
“The innuendos.” Aneski ordered himself to focus. “Why did you want Samara to see us in a compromising position?”
“You mean why was it necessary to show her you had dried come on your back and liked being cuddled by me?”
“There’s no way she was able to see that.” Right?
Flix grunted. “She seemed too close to you.”
“We’re not.” He barely spoke to her. They’d merely shared a few classes here and there throughout the years.
The Brumal member searched his gaze and then seemed satisfied that was the truth. “I must have miscalculated. I can see now she was trying to get closer to me by insinuating she was friends with you.”
Something dark and twisted that he did not like flashed through him. “What do you mean by that?”
“You haven’t earned another question yet,” Flix tsked.
Ani lifted and dropped. “Are you with Berga?”
“I’m with you.”
His traitorous heart skipped a beat, which only pissed Aneski off. Purposefully, he dug his fingers deeper into Flix’s shoulders and fucked onto him three times before settling once more in his lap. “Are the two of you dating? Have you ever dated? Why don’t you want him to know we’re together?”
Flix grunted, but his hands slid all over Aneski’s back as though he couldn’t touch enough of him. “Clever, Tiny Terror. So clever. No, we aren’t and have never dated. We don’t see each other like that. And I don’t want him to know because if he finds out what you’ve done to me, he’ll probably infest you with some parasitic worm that eats away at your intestines.”
Ani blinked. “What?”
“Yeah,” he snorted. “It doesn’t sound appealing to me either. Hence the secrecy.” Flix leaned forward and darted his tongue out, licking at Aneski’s left nipple before boldly capturing the bud between his lips and vigorously sucking.
His back bowed, pushing Flix’s cock in so far it was uncomfortable all over again, forcing him to start moving in order to relieve some of the pressure.
