Aneski shuddered in his hold, struggling to keep up his resistance.
Seeing that, Flix swirled his thumb over his slit, smearing his juices around his rosy crown before pumping him more fervently with his fist.
“Did I hurt you?” he questioned again, relieved when Ani finally gave in and replied.
“No,” he said. “You left hickeys all over me, but you were careful after I told you I was afraid of pain.”
“Are you afraid of pain?” Flix vaguely remembered the two of them speaking in hushed whispers, his fingers buried between Aneski’s plump cheeks, but the words spoken eluded him. “Funny way of showing it, stabbing yourself like that. What did you think it was going to feel like? Almost dying?”
“I wasn’t thinking straight,” he said. “I told you. I won’t do anything like that again. Ever. I swear.”
“You swear?” He nipped at his full bottom lip, careful not to break skin. “I’m just supposed to believe you?”
“Areyouscared?” Aneski held his gaze steadily, though his breaths came out sharply as he squirmed and chased after Flix’s palm whenever he pulled off. “That’s what this is really about, isn’t it?” He tugged at the leather strap around his throat. “You’re afraid I’ll—”
“You can’t leave me if you’re trapped,” Flix confirmed. “If I keep you right here where I always know where you are and what you’re doing, I’ll be reassured that you’re safe.”
“You…care about me, don’t you? For real.” He hesitated and then brought his mouth back to Flix’s tentatively. “At least enough to not want me to die.”
“Come for me, Ani.” Enough talk about death. He hated it.
“But—”
Flix lowered and sucked on the spot just beneath his ear, grinning when that seemed to do the trick.
Aneski cried out as he spurted between them, head tossed back. He looked so pretty, muscles clenched, mouth open, eyes squeezed shut. The silver chain glinted in the dim lighting, sparkling like stars.
He had the younger man dragged back down into a lying position before he’d fully emptied, resting him on his side before sliding behind him. Flix lifted his right leg, parting Ani’s thighs, and bumped forward, his cockhead seeking out his entrance. When he found it, he thrust in powerfully, slipping his other arm beneath Aneski’s neck to clutch him close as he pounded into him repeatedly, chasing after his own release.
“Flix!” Ani gasped and clawed at his arm. “Wait! I just came! I just—Stop! It’s too much!”
“I’ll finish quick.” He nuzzled his ear and held tighter. “Let me fuck my Onus, and show him this time I’ll still be here for him in the morning.”
Flix would be there for him every morning.
Chapter 17:
“What if I said I would do anything?” Aneski tried for what had to be the millionth time in the past three days to make Flix see reason. “Giveyou anything?”
Flix didn’t so much as turn from the open wardrobe where he was doing up the buttons on his shirt. He was getting ready to leave for class, like he’d done the past couple of days, though he was never gone for long, sure to return to feed Ani and unhook the leash long enough to lead him to the bathroom to relieve himself.
“I already have everything I want,” Flix stated absently, tucking his shirt into his black jeans before adjusting the Vail pin on his belt.
Letting out a sound of frustration, Aneski picked up one of the pillows and chucked it at him as hard as he could. It slapped into Flix’s back and fell to the ground with a very unsatisfactory plop.
Flix sighed and turned. “There you go with the temper tantrums again.”
“Let me out.”
“No.”
“Flix, you can’t do this to me.”
“Why not?” the casual way he asked it made Ani hiss.
Getting off the bed, he grabbed the part of the chain bolted into the wall and tugged with all his might, even knowing he was not strong enough to loosen it. He growled and yanked anyway, bitter tears prickling at the corner of his eyes yet again.
How many times had he cried like a little bitch since waking up here?
