Baikal liked that spark, that fire. It was something else he’d noticed and wanted to coax out of the other man. He’d need it if things between them were going to escalate as far as he intended. The Brumal was no place for the weak, but neither was high society, and whether Rabbit got involved with Kal or not, he was a part of the latter already.
Rabbit’s famous mother had paved his way to high-class tables and invitations to events and galas already. As the only son of Sullivan Void, the biggest corporate tycoon on this side of the galaxy, Baikal was often granted the same invites.
He’d yet to see Rabbit at a single one all year, however. Not that he attended many himself. Still, it’d be nice to have a partner there with him in the future, someone he could trust to have his back.
And to sneak away with him to have a quickie.
“You give yourself to me,” he reiterated. “And I’ll delete the video.”
“There needs to be more to it than that.” Rabbit was shaking, but it was hard to tell if it was due to anticipation, fury, or fear.
“Does there?”
Rabbit tried to pull away from the door and Baikal flattened his entire body over his front to keep him there.
“I’m already going so easy on you,” Baikal quipped. He didn’t say it, but the added “when I don’t have to be” rang loud and clear anyway.
“I just have to have sex with you?”
“You do. But the longer you make me wait, the more I want to rethink things. Maybe I’ll just kidnap you. We can spend the next month, the next two, locked up in my bedroom. I’m fine with failing all my classes and having to retake a semester.” Considering all the things he wanted to do to his tiny obsession, two months wouldn’t even be nearly long enough.
“You’re joking.” He searched Baikal’s expression.
“Rarely,” he said. “And definitely not when it comes to my dick.”
“That was a joke right there.”
“Trying to get us off track again?” He settled more of his weight over him. “Go ahead. I can stand here like this all night. You’ll only be putting off the inevitable. I want to own you, all of you.”
Something about that seemed funny to him and Rabbit grunted. “I already have a keeper.”
“Your mom? What’s so scary about her?”
December Trace was a petite woman. She’d even had to hire a thug to beat that poor guy in the video up for her, only getting her licks in once the man was already down. Surely no matter how strict she was about his studies, she would never stoop so low and turn to physical violence against her own kid. At least, not to that extent, in any case, and even if she’d tried, Rabbit didn’t appear to be too weak to take her on.
Not that Baikal suggested violence against one’s parents. Even in the Brumal that was typically frowned upon unless a legitimate challenge had been issued. There had to be some rules in place that separated them from their filthy origins. When Baikal’s great-grandfather had saved up enough money to relocate his entire Brumal family off the planet Sanctum, he’d sworn he’d give them all a better life.
Better things required more work to maintain their luster.
Like his little obsession.
Rabbit had a nasty habit of not taking care of his basic needs properly. More times than Baikal could count, he’d witnessed him play with the food on his plate at lunch instead of actually eating it. He stayed later than anyone else in the music building, working himself into exhaustion, and then drove home in that state.
Sila, the friend, had once referred to him as a zombie, and Baikal could see it. If someone didn’t step in and take over, there was no telling what kind of trouble Rabbit was capable of getting himself into.
That girl Arlet had thought she could swoop in at the final hour and take over the role of his caretaker. She was sorely mistaken.
Already this conversation had gone on far longer than Baikal had planned for, and while he was impatient, he found the whole thing rather enjoyable. After all this time unable to approach or talk to Rabbit, getting to do so now stroked against some deep part of himself that craved the musician’s attention.
“Turn me down then.” That wouldn’t be happening, but he could give the guy a false sense of control. The truth of the matter would remain; Rabbit had a choice, it was just all choices led straight into Baikal’s arms. “Screw the bitch over if you hate her so much. Sounds like you want that. Want to be free, little bunny?”
“My name is Rabbit.”
“It’s a little late to correct me, don’t you think?” He hummed as if thinking it over anyway. “Should I call you what I call you in my head then?”
Rabbit’s gaze turned even more suspicious and Baikal laughed.
“Don’t look so nervous,tiny obsession.” He leaned in and pressed his mouth to the curve of Rabbit’s ear, the heated contact causing the musician to jolt in his hold. “I like it too much.”
