Arkadi rose up on his tiptoes, trying to move off Rodian’s thigh so he could think straight, but Rodian was taller than him, bigger than him. He shifted his leg higher, dropping one big hand to Arkadi’s waist to keep him still so he could grind up against Arkadi’s cock with a casualness that was terribly cruel. The sound that escaped Arkadi’s mouth fled his vaunted control and could probably be heard by the palace guard posted outside the office.
“Beautiful,” Rodian said, lips ghosting over Arkadi’s cheek before finding his mouth again. “You’re beautiful when you kill for me.”
Arkadi didn’t know what to say to that, not that he could even speak with the way Rodian kissed him so thoroughly nothing else mattered. The grip on his hair tightened, and he suddenly found himself lurching forward as Rodian guided him across the office, still relentlessly kissing him, until they reached the desk. Rodian maneuvered them around it before he let Arkadi go, leaving him gasping for breath and standing on shaky legs.
He didn’t fight it when Rodian yanked open his long-vest and shoved it off his shoulders, letting the expensive fabric fall to the floor. His shirt soon followed, leaving him shivering a little in the barely warm room. The fire in the fireplace was banked, but the temperature became an afterthought when Rodian fit his hand between Arkadi’s legs, gripping his cock and balls with long, thick fingers. Arkadi dropped his head back, mouth falling open on a breathless moan. Rodian’s hot mouth pressed against the side of his neck, licking at the pulse in his throat and biting down with gentle teeth.
“Undo your trousers and turn around,” Rodian said, squeezing Arkadi’s cock on every other word.
Arkadi’s trousers grew damp, desire having quickly hardened his cock. When Rodian dragged his thumb over the tip of Arkadi’s clothed cock, he felt another spurt of precum trickle out. He was so turned on he couldn’t even be embarrassed at how his body was reacting to Rodian’s voice and touch.
“You’ll need to let me go,” Arkadi managed to get out.
Rodian’s chuckle rumbled out of his chest. “I will never let you go. Now, do as I say, my pretty little Blade.”
Arkadi couldn’t say no to that, would never say no to his Isar. When Rodian removed his hand, Arkadi turned around on weak legs, undoing the buttons on his trousers with shaking fingers. Once undone, he hooked his thumbs over the waistband and pulled them and his underclothes down past his hips and the swell of his ass. His cock sprang free, reddened and wet at the tip, a few drops of precum spattering onto the leather blotter half covering the rich mahogany desk.
Rodian shoved Arkadi’s clothes down to his knees. He heard the chair get pushed aside on squeaking wheels. Rodian’s foot kicked at his, forcing his legs as far apart as his undone pants would allow. Then a hand planted itself between his shoulder blades and pressed him forward and down until he was folded over the desk, forced to brace himself on his forearms. He panted at the first puff of warm breath that ghosted over the crease of his ass, eyes widening at what he realized was about to happen.
Blunt fingers gripped his ass and pried his cheeks apart. Warm air blew over the sensitive skin there, making his hole tighten involuntarily. The first swipe of Rodian’s tongue over his hole and along his crease made Arkadi moan wetly. The scrape of Rodian’s beard against the sensitive skin of his ass made his hips jerk, but the grip Rodian had on him meant Arkadi couldn’t go far.
He dug his fingernails into the desk blotter, panting through another casual lick over his hole, the velvet heat of Rodian’s tongue driving him mad. Then that tongue pressed against his hole and licked inside with a deftness that told Arkadi that Rodian had done this plenty of times before, and oh, how he hated those lovers who had taught this man how to be so devastatingly good with his mouth.
And hewasgood. Rodian licked and bit at Arkadi’s hole, fingers massaging his ass to keep him held open. Rodian’s mouth never let up, beard scraping a burn into Arkadi’s skin that he really didn’t mind. His cock got harder, and he wanted to touch it, but it was all Arkadi could do to hold himself up on the desk while Rodian ate him out.
By the time Rodian finally pulled his mouth away, Arkadi was shaking, and his chest hurt from trying to contain his moans so no one in the hall might know what their Isar was getting up to. He couldn’t quite contain the choked-out little cry that escaped him when Rodian laid a stinging slap against his ass, making his cock blurt out more precum.
“You get a choice,” Rodian said. “I can finger you until you come, or I can strip your cock.”
Arkadi rather thought that was an unfair offer. “And if I want your cock?”
The fingers circling his hole paused for a second before continuing their maddening touch. The hesitancy in Rodian’s voice when he spoke was different from the sureness of before. “I am large. Most of my past lovers have found it uncomfortable to lie with me.”
Arkadi rather thought those lovers were fools. “I can take you.”
“You may not want to.”
Arkadi pushed himself upright, the cooler air of the office against his overheated chest making his nipples tighten intohard little pebbles. He half turned, and Rodian let him, stepping back a little so he could get a glimpse of the cock he so desperately wanted in him after the teasing touches he’d already endured.
And certainly, Rodian was right to warn him, for the older man’s cock was the largest Arkadi had seen in his handful of years of taking lovers. Rodian’s cock was outstandingly thick and long, with a fat head and heavy balls, all of him proportionate to his massive size and worth whatever hints of discomfort that might come from taking it how it deserved to be taken.
Arkadi dragged his gaze up Rodian’s body to meet his eyes. “If I am to be yours, then make me yours. Take me properly, or don’t take me at all.”
The dark, possessive heat that came to Rodian’s gaze sent a shiver down Arkadi’s spine. One big hand caught his chin, tilting his head up. Rodian kissed him fiercely, his other hand drifting down to stroke Arkadi’s cock a few times, causing his hips to jerk forward into the cage of Rodian’s fingers.
“How lucky I am to have you,” Rodian said when he finally pried his mouth away and allowed Arkadi to catch his breath. “I have dreamed of having your legs wrapped around me, but we will have to wait another time for that. Return to how you were.”
Arkadi obediently turned and bent over the desk again, listening as Rodian opened a desk drawer and rummaged around. He must have found what he was looking for because he heard a bottle being uncapped, and a few seconds later, fingers slick with some kind of oil—beard oil, if Arkadi placed the scent correctly in his hazy focus—pressed against his hole, one finally pushing inside him.
It was thicker than Rodian’s tongue but not as thick as the cock Arkadi so desperately wanted just then. He pushed into the touch, letting himself be opened up by first one finger, then two, then three. The stretch burned, and he thought he wouldexplode when Rodian found that spot inside him that sent lightning skittering through his nerves.
Lips ghosted over his ear, Rodian’s other hand gently smoothing back Arkadi’s hair. “You can still say no. I can make you come like this.”
Arkadi was certain he could, but that wasn’t what he wanted. He was certain, too, it wasn’t what Rodian wanted either. “Put your cock in me, Isar.”
The fingers slid free of his ass, and Arkadi wasn’t at all surprised at the sharp slap that followed, stinging his skin. “Call me by my name if you want my cock, little Blade.”
Arkadi whimpered at that order, unable to disobey. “Please, Rodian.”
