“You’re so hot,” Pavel told him, staring as the muscles in Zane’s upper thighs quivered. His hipbones were sharp and the thin line of dark hairs that trailed down to where Pavel’s hand was wringing him was so sexy. “I’ll be honest, I worried it wouldn’t be this easy, but you’re reacting to me perfectly. Now I’m just going to need you to come for me like the good boy I know you can be.”
“No.” Zane shook against his bonds but of course, nothing happened.
“You don’t have a choice. Think about it this way,” his hand repositioned itself around his throat again, “I have you in my hands. All of you. Your pleasure and your life. I’m willing to let you keep one, Doctor, but only one. Which will it be? Are you going to come for me,” he tugged a little more forcefully on Zane’s dick, making the man mewl in protest, “or are you going to suffocate for me?”
Pavel would never let that happen.
But Zane didn’t need to know that part.
“Have you ever practiced breath play before?” Pavel hadn’t meant to ask it, wasn’t planning on changing things one way or the other, but it sort of just slipped out.
Zane did that annoying thing where he clamped his mouth shut, clearly not wanting to tell him.
Which really just told him everything he needed to know.
“Seriously?” Pavel was pleased with this knowledge. At first. “…With Kazimir?”
More hesitation but then he seemed able to tell he was pushing his luck too far and Zane shook his head as much as he was able with Pavel’s hand still gripping him.
“Lyra then?”
He nodded yes.
The corner of Pavel’s lips twitched. “Do you need her to choke you in order to come for her?” He started pulling back, only for Zane to stop him.
“Honestly?”
Pavel paused. Progress. “Preferably.”
“No, I’ve never needed breath play to come for her.”
“Are you into it, or do you participate because she likes it?”
“She does it for me.”
So the Imperial Heir wasn’t a fan but was willing to play along for Zane’s sake. That made Pavel hate her a little less, since it meant she wasn’t completely mistreating or violating him.
But only a little.
“How often has she—”
“Only twice,” Zane didn’t let him finish asking. “The first time was…an accident. The second time, I requested it.”
“You discovered you enjoyed it?”
“Like I said,” his hips jerked of their own accord, reminding them both that he was still being stroked even during this rather tame conversation, “it only happened twice.”
So he wasn’t entirely sure, was what he meant.
“You’re in luck, Doctor. I happen to be an expert at this. If there were any doubts before, allow me to relieve you of them.”
“Wait—”
He didn’t.
But he went easier on him.
Pavel moved his hand away from his throat, dropping it over Zane’s nose and mouth. He pushed his head back against the solid stone at his back and held, cutting off his airflow and tutting at him when Zane’s struggles picked back up. “Stop resisting.”
