It was already so dark it was almost hard to make out the slight shaking of Baikal’s head as he refused.
“Void, I can’t.” He sucked in a breath but the oxygen burned his lungs.
“We talked about this, little bunny,” he said soothingly, leaning down to plant feather-light kisses all over Rabbit’s face and then down the side of his neck to the curve of his shoulder. “There’s no need to avoid it, you’re safe. I’m here. Would I ever let anything hurt you?”
“You’re hurting me,” he snapped, but that wasn’t entirely the truth and they both knew it. Something within Rabbit was thrumming, and he shook like a leaf beneath Baikal as he continued moving that sinful mouth all over him.
He rolled the tip of his tongue over one of Rabbit’s nipples and then nipped and sucked, hard.
Rabbit bowed, crying out at the sharp pain, which was followed quickly by gentle caresses as Baikal dipped his head lower.
“I’m the only one who can,” he told him. “I’m the only one who can lay a hand on this creamy skin. Who can mark it,” he sucked again, and there was no doubt there’d be an angry-looking blotch there by morning, “and taste it. No one can hurt you but me. I won’t let them.”
The Brumal Prince licked a stripe down the center of his chest and bit lightly at the spot just above his navel before passing it and traveling further. With him down there, there was no longer anything for Rabbit to focus on in front of his face aside from the dark, and he made a frantic sound in the back of his throat that had Baikal instantly returning to kiss him properly.
It was slow and coaxing, different from the other times but no less claiming. Baikal’s tongue swirled around his and sucked. He kissed him until Rabbit’s lips were raw and he was dizzy from being out of breath.
“Open your eyes, little bunny.”
He hadn’t been aware he’d closed them, but he listened, peeling them open to find those teal-blue ones peering back at him. “Breathe, Rabbit. Breathe.”
Rabbit inhaled deeply, filling his lungs. Then he let the air trickle out slowly and did it again, all the while maintaining eye contact. He felt a tiny burst of pleasure explode within him when he saw the approving way Baikal nodded and smiled back at him. He’d never cared about pleasing anyone before, not even his mother, but seeing the Brumal Prince staring at him with pride…
He was worse off than he’d thought.
With intense clarity, Rabbit realized he was already a goner.
“Keep it up,” Baikal said softly. “Just like that, little bunny. There’s nothing to fear. The darkness can’t hurt you. Only I can hurt you. And I won’t, so long as?”
“So long as I obey,” the words slipped past Rabbit’s lips with little to no thought.
“Good boy.” He grinned at him. “So obey. Breathe, Rabbit. Breathe for me.”
Rabbit continued to focus on inhaling and exhaling, but it got harder and harder to do the lower Baikal trailed those fingers. By the time he’d wrapped them around Rabbit’s thick length, he’d lost the rhyme and was practically panting.
“You’re horny,” Baikal pointed out, giving him a solid pump of his tight fist as if rewarding him for it. “Remember this feeling. This is what can happen to you in the dark, little bunny. You can end up feeling so good, isn’t that right?” He swirled his thumb over Rabbit’s slit, chuckling when that had him thrashing against the mattress. “So sensitive.”
“Void.” His brain was fritzing, it had to be, because all of a sudden it was impossible for Rabbit to recall what exactly they’d been talking about a moment ago. He didn’t care that it was dark and he could barely make out the width of the other man’s broad shoulders. All he cared about was the heavy weight pinning him down to the bed, the knee slipping between his thighs to force them to part.
The hand stroking him in slow, almost lazy motions, smearing drops of precome down his shaft so that Baikal’s palm practically glided over his skin.
Baikal cupped his balls and pinched one of Rabbit’s nipples with his other hand, then he went back to rubbing him out, the slick sounds mingling with breathy moans as Rabbit came undone beneath him.
“Look at me,” Baikal demanded, and Rabbit’s gaze went back to his. “It’s going to be me, just me, from here on out. I can make you feel amazing, can’t I? I can make you come alive for me in the dark. From now on, if you hesitate, the only other voice in that head of yours should be mine. Me telling you what to do. Me making you feel. Me, little bunny. Just me.”
“Just you.” Rabbit rolled his hips and arched into that touch, needing more friction, but was denied at the last second when Baikal loosened his grip. He whined, but the Brumal Prince merely tutted at him.
“There’s not enough room in your head for the both of us. Your mother or—”
“You,” Rabbit repeated, momentarily confused as to what his mother had to do with this or anything. “There’s only you.”
There was only them and this bed and this room. Only Baikal’s heated breaths fanning across Rabbit’s cheeks and the feel of him grinding his knee against his achy hole and his hold on his dick as he worked him into a frenzy.
There was only the way Rabbit’s heart was beating, not out of fear or anxiety, but because he was so aroused he thought all of him might burst at the seams and he didn’t even care.
Baikal Void had ruined him and he didn’t even care.
“You’re my Possessio,” Baikal said, a hint of excitement and anticipation in his tone.
