“Why are you here, Ethin?” he asked, using my name in such a soft manner it was near unrecognizable.
“Thought I’d poke fun at you while I could. Maybe get myself a round of angry sex.”
He said nothing. The room had a silence that was neither unsettling nor welcoming. Confusion came through his eyes followed by an emotion that put a soft smile on his face, one that had me far too enthralled. Then he moved in so close I could count the shades of blue in his eyes.
“Liar.” He caught my chin, and it wasn’t like it should have been — too soft, too welcoming. “You were worried about me. Who’s the sweetheart now?”
My jaw clenched. “Oh yes, I’m positively stricken with fear, my dear. The thought of you being so bothered by Zavir’s reckless actions, why, I feel faint. I may keel over at any moment. You’ll catch me, won’t you?”
“You are an exceptionally good liar. No wonder no one wants to play poker against you.” Roys released me to pull up his sleeves and tug aside his armbands.
I realized then how tense I was, that I dared to think his veins would be bulging and dark, signs of moira poisoning his veins.
At the Colony, people bought their joy in a vial. Moira was one of the worst. If users talked, it made little sense. When they laughed, they kept laughing until they could hardly breathe. Most of the time, they wandered aimlessly, tiring out their muscles until they fell asleep standing up, and sometimes dropped dead. Those who survived were happy in the only way they could be, good moods that stretched for hours, but when they came down, they came down hard. They would fall into hysterics,full of anger or sorrow that made them violent. That was what always brought them back, even if it killed them.
But Roys was clean, his veins ruined from old use. Nothing new. And my heart made a giant leap.
“That looks an awful lot like relief.” He put the sleeves and armbands back into place.
“You’re hallucinating.”
“You’re full of shit.”
My foot knocked against the desk hard hoping I would focus entirely on the pain. “Are we gonna fuck or not?”
Roys would say no, especially considering what happened earlier. He no doubt had reports to write up, but his silence lingered. We sat there, unmoving, me watching him and him switching his attention between me and the door. He shocked me, and potentially himself, when he locked the door using his commlink. "Get the lube."
I resisted the urge to ask,fuck, really,because I didn't want to miss this opportunity. We always snuck around after hours, so this was new, and had me rushing far too eagerly for the console. When I had the lube, Roys said, "Take off your clothes and touch yourself."
"Yes, sir." I undressed and his gaze swept over me, focusing on my hand cupping my balls as I popped the bottle open with my teeth. I was half hard before I even poured the lube in my hand, exhilarated by his feverish attention. It was intense, somehow more so than before.
He pushed his chair back to make room. “Come here.”
I was more than happy to oblige, settling myself in front of him and leaning back against the desk. Roys didn’t touch me. He sat there, fixated on my hand slowly working over my cock. I wanted him to speak, if only to alleviate the overwhelming pressure of silence. Somehow, it felt like so much more to be here, in front of him, seeing how focused he was on me, the way a tent grew in his pants but he never moved to take careof himself. It was just me, my heavy breaths and the sounds of my hand moving faster. He licked his lips, and I wanted to lean down and take it between my teeth or grab him by the neck and bury my cock in the haven behind his lips. But that never happened, nothing but me panting as precome built on my head.
I thought he was finally giving in when he leaned in, only to whimper when his nose brushed my thigh. He took a deep breath. “You smell so fucking good.”
“I bet I taste even better.”
“I know you do, but you are so damn good at touching yourself. It's so fucking hot. Let me enjoy this."
My shudder didn't go unmissed and I slowed down, letting this build and build, savoring the way Roys took it all in. He stayed there, so close to me, but never close enough. I feared I would forget to breathe with the way he was admiring me, like nothing else existed, like any moment he’d wreck me and I wanted him to. I wanted his hands all over me, his tongue, his teeth, his cock, to feel him against me and hear him panting as we reached oblivion together. My hand moved faster, feeling that edge growing closer.
“Are you close?” he asked with a devilish tilt to his lips.
“Yes.”
“Then stop.” He squeezed my hips in warning. I dropped my hand on the desk, panting, feeling like at any moment I may burst at the seams.
“Look at you, being so obedient.” He chuckled and my body jerked, just the touch of his breath across my heated skin made me want to come. “So well behaved and so sweet, coming here to check on me, worrying about me.”
"That's not," I would have finished that sentence if Roys hadn’t licked the precome from my head. One slow, lazy touch had me fisting my handin his hair. His tongue ran over the tip of my cock, playing with the tip barely a moment before he shoved my hold away and retreated.
“Fuck, I’m starting to feel like you’re punishing me for what happened today,” I said, staring at the tent in his pants and wanting to rip them off so I could taste him, feel him in my hand, inside of me, I didn't care.
“Your actions did inspire the bunk inspections, and you are the one who told me you liked it when I disciplined you.”
I clicked my tongue. “Well damn, you have me there.”
