A gasp followed by a moan.
Brow furrowing more, Rabbit turned back toward the screen, eyes widening slightly when he was met with an erotic scene straight from a porno.
Not figuratively.
Literally.
A muscular man held down a smaller one with a hand on his throat. The smaller man had his wrists bound and attached to the head of the bed with a red ribbon, a blindfold over his eyes. They were both nude, and hard, and Rabbit shifted on his feet when suddenly the camera focused on a rather large cock just before it pressed against the smaller man’s entrance and began to push its way inside his body.
The smaller man jerked and cried out, but the one on top merely chuckled and kept going.
Rabbit had watched porn before, but his experience with that was limited. Though he was bisexual, he’d only checked out male and female couplings, mostly because he’d typed in just the one word—sex—those handfuls of times he’d gathered enough courage to do so. He didn’t see anything wrong with people enjoying this type of thing, and even though he’d never experienced it himself, he didn’t think there was anything wrong with sex either. But his mother…
He’d always been too afraid to really explore, even just on the internet. Once when he’d been eleven, she’d searched his history on his multi-slate and had punished him for a week after finding out he’d watched a three-minute clip of a dog running in a field that a classmate had sent him. She’d called it a massive waste of time, three minutes he’d never get back that he could have spent improving his skills with the beiska, yada, yada.
Even at that young age, he’d understood she was overreacting. But knowing something and being able to stand up against it were two different things, and Rabbit, even with his mother currently off-planet, was too afraid to push her to bother trying.
The muscular man was all the way in now, giving shallow thrusts that had the other one groaning.
Rabbit’s dick bumped against the candy bar in his pocket and he gasped, shocked to find he was semi-hard. He needed to turn this off before—
The door opened and he spun on his heels, ready to explain to Arlet, only the person who stepped into the room wasn’t her.
Baikal Void closed the door behind him and stopped, slipping his hands into the front pockets of the leather jacket he was wearing. He’d dressed in black as well but was also wearing dark-framed glasses. Despite the fact the screen had started playing, the lights were still on at full brightness, some catching the small silver dagger earring in his left ear and the trail of silver studs that traveled over his lobe.
Even though they were in the same color, and Rabbit’s clothing was name brand every bit as much as Baikal’s, it looked better on the Brumal Prince. Something about the way he carried himself, about the aurora he gave off, made him seem both alluring and deadly at the same time.
For some reason, Rabbit was reminded of the poisonous plant they were learning about in Vital Sciences, the tundra. It was a low growing plant that bloomed perfectly triangular petals the same teal blue shade as Baikal’s eyes. Their vibrancy attracted insects and small rodents who supped on them, completely unaware that the plant was poisonous. In the wild, beautiful things tended to be.
There was no question anyone who got too close to Void would end up no better than those who ate from the tundra plant. On the contrary, their deaths would probably be slower and more agonizing even.
At least in the cafeteria and the restaurant there’d been space and tons of it, plenty of room for Rabbit to feel like he could still breathe, even under the other man’s scrutiny. But now, in the confined viewing room that wasn’t the case. The danger was palpable, alarm bells ringing in his head so loud, he almost forgot himself and gave in to it.
At the last second, he somehow managed to pull himself together and keep his composure, though he did nothing to hide his displeasure at finding Baikal instead of Arlet.
“You aren’t supposed to be here,” he quipped, pleased when his voice came out firm.
Baikal remained by the door but tipped his head toward the food table. “You tried the puff pops? Interesting. I expected you to go straight for the sweets.”
There were more sugary snacks included than salty ones. Rabbit hadn’t noticed before.
He frowned before he could help it, glancing at the paper bucket he’d nibbled from earlier. There was no way anyone could tell he’d eaten anything from it.
“And that,” Baikal’s voice trailed off, catching Rabbit’s attention and forcing his eyes back on him only to find the Brumal Prince was staring at the spot between his legs. “That is also interesting.”
With a start, Rabbit recalled his state of partial arousal and moved to cover himself, freezing when Baikal let out a deep, guttural sound that had the hairs on the back of his neck rising.
“Did you just…” He blinked. “Did you justgrowlat me?”
“I guess that answers that question,” Baikal said, though it was clear the words were more for himself and he was merely speaking out loud to get under Rabbit’s skin.
Which he was succeeding at.
“What question?” Rabbit huffed, moving both palms in front of his, thankfully, quickly deflating dick. “What are you even doing here? I—”
“Waiting for someone?” He quirked a dark brow. “The necklace looks good on you, by the way.”
“You—” Rabbit reached for it and would have torn it from his throat but Baikal’s gaze hardened in warning and for some incomprehensible reason, Rabbit’s body reacted the same way it had when he’d growled a moment ago.
