“Hot,” Ani said. “Like you’re searing my insides and burning me alive.”
“That so?”
“Don’t stop,” he rushed on. “Give me all of it. I want it.”
Flix groaned at that and obliged.
Chapter 22:
Flix helped Ani down from the swing, holding onto him as he wobbled. When the younger guy dropped his forehead beneath Flix’s chin, he made a comforting sound in the back of his throat and ran his fingers through his damp hair soothingly.
“Do you want to see anyone?” Flix asked once he was sure Aneski was able to speak again and was steadier on his feet.
“Anyone?”
“Yeah,” he motioned over his shoulder toward the center mirrored wall, where he was blocking whoever was standing there’s view of Ani. “The audience?”
With the blindfold still in place, it was hard to tell if Ani was frowning. “Do you?”
“I have to greet a few people quickly,” Flix said. “But you don’t have to come with me.”
“Can I take the blindfold off?”
Instead of answering, Flix gently undid the tie at the back of Ani’s head and pulled the material away, lifting a hand to shield his eyes from the harsh overhead lighting when he initially winced against it. “Slowly. Adjust slowly.”
Aneski blinked and glanced down. “You’re still wearing your pants.”
“I never took them off,” he replied, laughing when Ani glared at that revelation. “Would you like me to get yours, Tiny Terror?”
“I can manage,” he grumbled, waving toward the exit. “Go see who you’ve got to see so we can get out of here.”
“Embarrassed?”
Ani snorted and stepped in closer. “More like eager to get back home so you can fuck me again.” He reached around and grabbed a handful of Flix’s ass, smirking. “So hurry up, be’tessi, if I get too tired, I might refuse you later.”
“You think you can?”
“I think I can try.”
Flix grinned. “That might actually be fun.”
Aneski shoved him away with a laugh and immediately started searching for his clothes. “Go on.”
It was difficult to walk away, and tempting to go another round here, but Flix had made his point already, and there was no need for a continued public spectacle now that he had. There was a hidden door set in the glass to the left which he’d been told about earlier, and he made his way toward it, watching Ani’s reflection move about the room, collecting his things.
He was slow going, clearly sore from their rough play, and Flix made a note to run a bath for him as soon as they were home.
The second he planted his palm against the glass door and pushed it, a crowd of people rushed back, giving him room to enter. He’d left the viewing open, so anyone who had an upper-level membership had been given access, though when he did a quick scan, it seemed like only twenty or so people had been watching in total.
To his left was the rest of the room, and he turned, seeking out the guests he’d sent invites to before leaving thehouse with Ani, spotting them in the center in front of the middle wall—where they’d had the best view.
“Are you crying?” Flix didn’t bother trying to sound kind as he passed Gannon, who was standing by himself.
He’d been the only member of Ani’s friend group that Flix had sent the invite to—and he’d used Aneski’s multi-slate to do it—but he was still a little surprised to see he’d actually come on his own.
Gannon looked like he wanted to strangle him, rubbing at his eyes and glaring. His cheeks were red and he was so obviously upset that if Flix were a better person, he might feel a little bad for how extremely he’d taken things.
“Looks like you kept it a secret from Ani, huh?” Flix said. “He had no clue you’d visited us at the hideaway.” He’d recognized the smell of the man who’d come in just before Ani had tried his hand at making that video. It’d been Gannon. “Scurrying around behind his back like a rat your hobby or something?”
