One second they were glaring at one another, and the next Void was sealing his mouth over Rabbit’s, forcing his tongue past his lips and capturing his gasp. He made out with him aggressively, clearly after his own pleasure, fingers tightening and loosening their hold on Rabbit’s throat as his teeth nipped roughly at his bottom lip.
Heat seemed to expand throughout Rabbit’s entire body, tossing him off a ship into the middle of a vast and warm sea to flounder and struggle on his own. His hands gripped at Baikal’s elbow, trying to pull his arm away to no avail.
If this was kissing, Rabbit was glad he’d never experienced it before. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t focus. Every time he opened his mouth wider in an attempt to suck in much-needed oxygen, all he got was a deeper stroke of that demanding tongue and a hard push of that mouth against his own. He felt like he was being torn open and eaten from the inside out and nothing had even happened yet aside from one damn kiss.
By the time Baikal finally released him he was lightheaded, swaying slightly on the couch when that hand left his neck.
Rabbit was so discombobulated he didn’t immediately process the reason he’d been let go was so that Baikal could remove him of his clothing.
He wasn’t delicate about it either. Baikal grabbed onto the collar of Rabbit’s shirt and tore the pieces in two, sending buttons flinging about uncaringly. Once he had it open, he easily manipulated Rabbit free of it, dropping the expensive silk to the ground with little care for its worth before going for the fly on his jeans.
Seeing that had Rabbit snapping out of it and he scrambled to the side, almost making it off the loveseat before he was dragged back down, this time forced onto his back. His wrists were shoved up over his head and suddenly they were being tied together.
Rabbit sucked in a breath when he realized Baikal had used his own necktie to do it.
“Move those hands,” Baikal warned, “and I’ll make you regret it. Understood?”
He knew he should argue and put up a fight but…Instead, he swallowed and nodded his head. The kiss had been punishing, certainly not anything he’d dreamed up whenever he’d thought about what his first kiss might be like. But it’d done something to him, and now curiosity warred with the other emotions within him.
Rabbit was torn between wanting to find out what Baikal planned to do next, and knowing he should escape at all costs before it was too late.
He was no stranger to abuse, but no one had ever abused him like this, in a way that had his blood pumping lower and his heart racing as anticipation built. Then again, he’d also never been confronted by someone as sinfully sexy as Baikal Void. Someone who demanded notice and obedience just by breathing.
These weren’t thoughts he should be having, especially not when Void reached down and pulled off his pants and his boxer briefs in one swift movement, leaving Rabbit naked and exposed in more ways than one.
Baikal sat back on his heels and drank Rabbit in, the hunger in his teal gaze turning ferocious the longer he stared. When those eyes landed at the apex of Rabbit’s thighs he smirked, clearly pleased despite his earlier display of anger. “Look at you, rising to the occasion like a good little bunny should.”
Rabbit wasn’t at full mast, but he was getting there. A wave of embarrassment washed over him and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block it out, but Void didn’t like that.
The hand that wrapped around his dick was as hot as burning coal, and Rabbit yelped and tried to push away from the touch. His struggles earned him a squeeze that had him wincing and stilling all over again, his compliance rewarded with a fast pump of that fist.
Another first, since up until now, the only touch he’d known down there had been his own. He was a lot gentler when he did it, too, usually touching himself leisurely in the shower after a long day of practice. Never like this, with a vice-like grip and a speed that had the leather cushion beneath his ass creaking.
Baikal worked him until he was leaking and his dick was so hard he thought it’d break off in the other man’s hold.
“I never would have guessed you’d turn into such a horny mess after a single kiss,” Baikal said, the smug self-satisfaction in his tone causing Rabbit’s lust-addled brain to clear some.
What the actual hell was he doing?
Rabbit tried to sit up, pressing his bound wrists against Baikal’s chest, but only ended up lying flat on his back all over again.
Void tutted at him and removed his hand. “You’re really bad at learning lessons, huh? Maybe that’s really why you have to spend so much time practicing.”
“Shut up,” Rabbit snapped, not liking his music being brought into this. “The only reason I’m even here is because of that stupid instrument.”
Baikal chuckled as he snapped open the button on his jeans and slid the zipper down. “You have no idea. Why’d you even start playing if you dislike it so much?”
He didn’t dislike it…not really. It was everything else that accompanied it that he didn’t like. He opened his mouth to say as much when Baikal sprung himself free from the confines of his underwear, stopping all ability to speak short.
There was absolutely no way…
Rabbit barely resisted the urge to glance back at the porn video on screen, certain that he was right in thinking Baikal was actuallybiggerthan even that muscular man. Which shouldn’t be possible. Sure, the guy was as tall as a damn tree, but being tall didn’t necessarily lead to hung. He was shaking his head before he even knew what he was doing.
“Absolutely not.” His legs were at either side of Baikal and he tried to close them, even knowing it was impossible when the other man refused to budge. “You’re not putting that anywhere near me.”
As if in response, a single opaque drop of precome dripped from Baikal’s slit. It rolled down the thick rosy head of his cock and plopped onto the leather cushion between his spread knees. Not that Baikal seemed to notice—or care—that he was making a mess. He held his dick in one hand and tipped his chin at Rabbit, the corner of his mouth lifted.
“I’ll be putting it inside of you, actually,” he corrected, giving himself an easy, almost lazy stroke from tip to balls. His hand, which was slightly bigger than Rabbit’s, only just managed to wrap around the entire base of it.
