At first, Flix held him firmly, refusing to allow him to lift himself, seemingly too caught up in biting and lavishing his chest with attention. It wasn’t until they were both half-shaking with a torturous need that he finally eased his hold around his waist and let Ani pull off.
“Did you kill Russ?” Aneski was a shit person for taking this long to recall that question was the only one he should have asked, but before the guilt could consume him, Flix changed their positions.
Standing, Flix slammed Ani onto his back on the desk, wasting no time before forcing his thighs further apart. His thrusts were powerful, calculated so that he was constantlybattering against his prostate, sending him careening toward the precipice of ultimate pleasure in less than a minute.
Ani struggled to maintain some semblance of rational thinking, but it was difficult. Every time he thought he’d caught onto a thought, Flix would pound into him and effectively send it scattering to the dark recesses of his mind.
“Flix.” He reached for him, not even sure what he intended to do, if he was going to try and stop him or hold onto him, but he didn’t get the chance to find out.
Capturing his wrists, Flix pinned them to the side of his head, bringing himself closer in a way that made Ani’s body fold to accommodate his spearing cock. A gush of precome smeared over his stomach as he was driven even closer to orgasm.
The second the Brumal member kissed him it was game over, his body firing off in pure waves of ecstasy that momentarily blindsided him.
Flix followed shortly after, reaming his ass over and over again even as he sprayed his insides with creamy heat, almost like he couldn’t control himself. Couldn’t stop fucking Ani even though they’d already reached the finish line.
Even knowing that was most likely wishful thinking, lingering fantasies from a younger and more foolish version of himself, Ani couldn’t stop the pipe dream from taking root inside of him.
Was he doing it again?
Had that been an innuendo?
He struggled to free his arms and the second Flix let up, dove his fingers through his blond hair. The kiss turned fervent and demanding, desperate, and he couldn't even muster up enough care about the fact he was totally giving himself away right now. Only an idiot wouldn’t be able to tell from this that Aneski liked him, and Flix was no idiot.
No, the only moron here was Ani.
The kiss seemed to go on forever, but eventually, Flix tried pulling away, only for Aneski to cling to him.
“Did you murder my brother?” That wasn’t at all what he wanted to ask, not now with the Brumal member’s cock already starting to grow hard again inside of him. Not with the buzzing sensation of that last orgasm still zipping at his skin like pure, undiluted bliss. And certainly not when he was finally getting to pretend, even for a moment, that there was something real and tangible between them.
But Aneski couldn’t allow himself to delude himself so far.
Russ still mattered.
Getting answers still mattered.
He growled and brought a hand to Flix’s throat, digging his fingers in threateningly. “Tell me the truth. You owe me an answer. I did everything you asked and more.”
Flix stared at him with an unreadable expression, as though he didn’t care about the tiny moon-shaped imprints being left in his skin or the spots of blood already forming around Ani’s fingers.
He hadn’t cut too deep, but he’d definitely broken skin, much like he had with Flix’s shoulders. Once this was all said and done, there were going to be traces of him all over the Brumal member for at least a couple of days.
That shouldn’t have pleased him.
It was sick that it did.
Russ would be so disappointed in him and his lack of conviction.
“Tell me—”
“No,” Flix’s steady voice shot through the room like a gunshot, even though he hadn’t raised it. “No, Ani. I didn’t kill your brother.” He searched his gaze. “Do you believe me?”
His heart did that stupid twisting thing again, and Aneski shoved Flix with all of his strength. He sat up on the desk, glaring as Flix stumbled back into the desk chair, which hit the bookshelf. A few books clattered to the ground, but neither of them paid them much mind.
“You don’t deserve a response to that,” Aneski stated, realizing it was true. “I don’t owe you shit.”
“How quickly you seem to forget about the weeks you took from me,” Flix argued, only for Ani to slam his palm against the desk with a hard whack.
“What about theyearsyou took from me, huh?” What about the years he’d spent grieving and confused and alone? Wondering why he’d been so easily tossed aside like yesterday's trash? “I needed you, and you left me. And now you’re saying it wasn’t even because of guilt?”
