A tiny voice in Rabbit’s head turned its nose at that title, but when he didn’t immediately respond and that hand on his dick threatened to come to a complete stop, Rabbit quashed it.
“Yes.” He’d be whatever the hell the other guy wanted so long as he fucked him.
Baikal groaned, and like with most things, gained an inch but wanted a mile. The hand that had been tweaking Rabbit’s nipples moved, pushing at that puckered ring of muscle next. Two fingers forced their way inside, pumping deep and hard enough to have Rabbit crying out from the intrusion.
“You’re a slave to my cock,” Baikal prompted, clearly wanting to hear him say it.
“That’s a bit much,” Rabbit slipped out of his lust haze enough to tell him.
He grunted. “Remember what I told you before? About how one day you’d be begging me for it and I may or may not oblige?”
Rabbit moved faster than he ever had in his entire life when Baikal went to release him and move away. He shot forward, latching onto his wrist to keep his hand close to where he needed him.
“Something to share, little bunny?” Baikal asked in a mock bored tone, kneeling between his spread thighs, two fingers still stuffed in his hole. As if to encourage him, he pressed those digits against his prostate once, twice, before they stilled.
“Weren’t we discussing something important a second ago?” Rabbit could have sworn they had been, and that it must be a safer topic than this one, and yet…Those fingers curled again and he swore and dropped back to the bed.
“I want it,” he relented, shifting down an inch in an attempt to force those fingers even deeper.
“Want what?” Baikal added a third finger, stretching his opening.
“You,” Rabbit’s voice came out crackly and weird and he ground his teeth against the pulsations of pleasure zipping through him. He felt both full and empty at the same time, a frustrating sensation, and one he wanted remedied as soon as possible. “Good Light, Void! I want you.”
He hummed, still feigning that mild indifference. “What part of me? Be specific.”
He was going to make Rabbit say it.
Damn it.
Rabbit clutched at the sheets, twisting the material around his fingers as the ones inside him came to yet another standstill as they battled wills.
But it wasn’t really even a battle at all, was it.
Baikal always won.
“Your cock,” Rabbit gave in. “I want your cock. Inside me. Filling me up. I want to feel your crown dragging against my inner—”
This time Baikal was the one cursing. He pulled his hand free before Rabbit could even finish his ramble and lined himself up to his entrance. Without further delay, he pressed in, the fit tight despite them having done this the other night, and it was obvious he was holding himself back from just ramming in.
For some reason, that bothered Rabbit. He didn’t want gentle or sweet.
“I gave myself to a devil,” he found himself saying, holding Baikal’s gaze unflinchingly when the Brumal Prince paused and glanced up at him. “So act like one.”
Baikal broke out in a grin unlike any he’d ever shown before. It was beautiful and depraved and promised sinful delight, which he delivered in full when he grabbed onto Rabbit’s thighs, spread him wide, and thrust inside.
Rabbit cried out, the pain, though fleeting, causing tears to prick at the corners of his eyes as that thick cock barreled through him.
“I was trying to give you slow,” Baikal said as he pulled all the way out to the tip and then slammed back in, his balls slapping against Rabbit’s upturned ass. “Was trying to be gentle since this is about working through your trauma.”
“Don’t want gentle.” What the hell was he saying? Since when?
“I don’t want to be compared to her again.”
Rabbit made a face. “Don’t talk about my mom while you’re rearranging my insides, Void. Ew.”
“Childish,” he snorted. “I’d rather refer to it as I’m fucking some sense into you.” He stroked in deep and rocked against him for emphasis. Changing his hold, he grabbed onto Rabbit’s hips and began moving his body in time with his thrusts, pounding into him with vigor as though spurred on by his own dirty words.
The bed shook beneath them and Rabbit whimpered whenever Baikal slammed all the way in. “Too deep.”
