“Oh, my god.”
“I wanted you to call me king,” Baikal joked, “but god works too.”
“It’s a fluke,” Rabbit countered. “People don’t just miraculously overcome trauma.”
“Perhaps,” he agreed. “But it’s a start, and isn’t that something? It’s the same as it was in the dressing room. Before your performance, with those pretty red lips of yours wrapped around my cock. You forgot all about your fears then too. And our first time? My room was dimly lit at the start and practically dark by the end. You didn’t seem to notice so I didn’t want to point it out.”
He’d known…
“You’ve been doing it on purpose.” For how long?
“Think, little bunny. The only time I came to you in the light was when you convinced me to pull you out of class and relieve your ass of that first plug. I liked making it clear to everyone you belonged to me, but that was otherwise unplanned. Every other encounter?”
It’d been in partial or near darkness.
“Do you want to discuss this further,” Baikal teased. “Or would you rather I keep fucking you, as you so sexily put it? You’re hot when you’re dirty. You’re hot when you’re clean too, actually. Especially when you’re riding my dick and screaming my name.”
Rabbit narrowed his eyes. “I don’t recall doing that last part.”
Baikal grinned up at him and loosened his fingers to stroke straight up to his tip and back. “You will. Same rules apply, little bunny. You come calling my name or we do this again and again until you do.”
He rolled, pinning Rabbit back beneath him so he could take total control of the pace, pistoning inside of him. Baikal worked Rabbit in time with his thrusts, movements so fast it was hard for Rabbit to catch or hold on to any one sensation before it was chased away by another.
“Come for me,” Baikal ordered, and just like that, Rabbit’s body obeyed.
His orgasm crashed through him and he groaned and cried through it as he came all over Baikal’s hand and his stomach.
But he didn’t say the Brumal Prince’s name.
Just as he was coming down from the high, Baikal pulled out and flipped him over. He lined back up and slammed home, chuckling at the strangled sound that clawed its way up Rabbit’s throat.
“Don’t think I don’t recognize you did that on purpose,” he whispered against the curve of Rabbit’s ear darkly. “If you wanted it harder, all you had to do was ask, little bunny.”
The witty quip he’d been all set to deliver died on Rabbit’s tongue as soon as that cock started hammering his hole all over again. All he could do was claw at the sheets, press his face into the mattress, and moan.
* * *
Three hours later they’d showered again, changed the sheets, and were back in bed, this time to try and get some sleep before they had to be up for class in the morning.
Rabbit didn’t bother being shy, sliding in as close to Baikal’s side as possible, flinging his arm around his middle, and resting his head on his shoulder. He breathed deep that calming scent and glanced around the room.
The lights were still off, and he tested himself, waiting to see if his reaction to the darkness would be different now that there wasn’t a massive cock to distract him. There was a slight flutter in his chest, a mild sense of dread that came and went faster than he could worry about it, but that was all.
“Are you sore?” Baikal was playing with Rabbit’s hair, running the strands through his fingers absently. “Should I get the sun cream from my bag?”
“No.” He rubbed his thighs together and while there was a slight burn, it was manageable. “The warm shower helped.”
“It’ll get easier each time.”
“Considering how many rounds you think equates to one time,” Rabbit drawled, “I doubt it.”
“You only came five—”
“I might have been a virgin at the start of this,” he cut him off, “but even I know how typical sex works. Five times is insane. You’re lucky I didn’t pass out on you.”
“That’s why I made sure to provide water.” Baikal had left Rabbit as a puddle of blissed-out mush for a few minutes while he went to the kitchen to get some. Then he’d forced Rabbit to drink before bending him over the edge of the bed and entering him all over again.
“Would you like a gold star?” Rabbit grumbled.
