“I changed my mind.” Rabbit sat up and scooted away, moving as quickly as his tied wrists allowed, eyes still locked on that glistening cock. His own had started to soften, the very real fear of being torn in half by that thing attached to the Brumal Prince too great.
Maybe if he’d been experienced before it wouldn’t be that big of a deal, but as it were, he couldn’t imagine taking something of that size as hisfirst. There was just no way. It wasn’t possible.
“You aren’t allowed to change your mind, Rabbit,” Baikal said.
“I don’t want to do this.”
“You already made your choice.”
“That wasn’t a choice!” He cried out when his right ankle was snatched and his leg was forced up into the air. At the same time, Baikal used that hold on him to drag him back down the length of the sofa, until his ass bumped right up against his cock.
Rabbit froze, feeling the thick length of it burning against the sensitive flesh of his inner thighs. The head bumped up against his balls, nowhere near his entrance, and yet he was already shaking from the proximity alone.
“What’s wrong?” Baikal paused, seeming to notice finally that Rabbit wasn’t as turned on as he’d been only a moment ago. “I don’t mind fucking you against your will—watching you fight yourself is sexy—but I’m not interested in screwing someone who isn’t attracted to me, and you, little bunny, are very attracted to me. So, what’s going on?”
He clenched his jaw and shook his head, trying to reign himself in.
“Tell me,” Baikal commanded, still holding his leg aloft, that heavy cock resting over Rabbit, the skin-to-skin contact and the threat of his sheer size impossible to ignore. “You’re acting like—”
Rabbit glanced at him, noting the frown had deepened on Baikal’s face.
“You’ve done this before,” he asked tentatively, “right?”
He debated whether or not to lie to protect his pride, because how many twenty-two-year-olds in this day and age were still virgins, but in the end, being honest was his best option. “You’re the only one who’s ever even seen me naked.”
Baikal went so still, Rabbit couldn’t even tell if he was breathing.
Maybe this would be enough for the Brumal Prince to lose interest. Rabbit didn’t know why he felt a sliver of disappointment at that possibility, because it’s what he should want. Nothing about this day was going the way he’d intended, and now he’d been humiliated and laid bare—literally—in front of Baikal Void, of all people.
Hell, the man’s dick was still touching him and—
Had it just…pulsed?
A groan ripped through the air, loud enough it cut straight through the surround sound system still playing the seemingly never-ending porn video. Baikal’s hand tightened on Rabbit’s ankle after he emitted the sound, and he rocked his hips some, rubbing himself over Rabbit.
“Good Light,” he said, “that’s so fucking hot, little bunny. Do you know how much fun we’re going to have, you and I?”
“Wait.” Rabbit tried to pull his leg free but was jerked back into place. Too afraid moving would cause that cock to slip lower, he stilled for the millionth time that night. “Please.”
“Don’t be afraid,” Baikal told him softly, even going so far as to plant a chaste kiss on the side of Rabbit’s leg. “I promise to be gentle, so long as you stop resisting and obey. Can you do that for me, little bunny?”
“Please.” Rabbit didn’t even recognize the sound of his own voice, it was so strained.
“Let’s start with this.” Baikal pulled the candy bar from his back pocket, resting Rabbit’s leg over his shoulder so he could use both hands and snap off a piece. Then he leaned forward. “Open.”
When he’d moved, Baikal’s cock had moved too, sliding downward, and Rabbit did as he was told just so he could get the other man to straighten once more and hopefully readjust himself.
The mix of mint and chocolate on his tongue didn’t work the way it usually did whenever he panicked. The taste was there, but it was as if it’d been muted, Rabbit’s attention too riveted on those teal eyes that watched him.
“There,” Baikal hummed in appreciation. “Now this.”
His hand returned to Rabbit’s dick, but this time he was easier on him, taking things slow and steady as he pumped him back to life.
Rabbit didn’t think it was possible, but in less than a minute he was rock hard all over again, the lust returning full force to the point he even lifted his hips a little to chase after the delicious friction that hand provided. He moaned when Baikal ran his thumb over his slit, swirling his juices around his rosy head.
For a moment, he was able to get lost in it, the danger forgotten until he felt fingers prodding at his entrance. His eyes snapped open, but Baikal’s heated gaze kept him frozen in place, unable to even attempt to get away.
He’d promised if he stayed put he’d be gentle, hadn’t he? Rabbit was just going to have to believe him. There was no other option but to, considering that black fog hid the exit and Baikal’s grip on his dick kept him pinned in place.
