“Already?” Baikal asked. “Impressive, little bunny. I was going to get off like this, but if you insist…” He turned him back around just as easily as he’d flipped him in the first place, resettling overtop him.
“What are you doing?” Rabbit frowned, mouth popping open in a gasp when he felt that thick cock pressed against his own.
Baikal held them together as he thrust, the silky smooth skin of his cock stroking against Rabbit’s. It was a different feeling from when he’d simply used his hand, hotter. The bulging vein on Baikal’s member rubbed at him, the ribbed texture supplying a delicious kind of friction. Before long they were both panting, and then Baikal latched onto the side of his neck and sucked.
Rabbit came apart a second time, white light blinding him as he cried out.
A moment later, Baikal finally found his release, mouth freeing him so he could let out a moan as his come coated Rabbit’s skin, mixing with his own mess. He stroked himself until they were both sensitive and soft, and only then did he finally pull away, kneeling up over Rabbit like a wicked, demonic presence.
And that’s when it truly hit him. Rabbit had just had sex with the Brumal Prince.
Or, well…
Baikal tucked himself away and before he understood what he was doing, Rabbit blurted, “Is that it?”
Void paused with one foot on the ground, having been in the process of getting off the loveseat. He’d done up his zipper already, and for the most part, aside from the slightly disheveled hair and the still rapid rise and fall of his chest, he looked the same as when he’d walked in.
Whereas Rabbit…
He scrambled up, searching for his discarded clothing, but before he could find his shirt, Baikal grabbed his bound wrists and undid the tie.
He slid the silk into his front pocket, pretending not to notice when Rabbit sent him a questioning look—which he knew Void had seen.
“Here.” Baikal took off his leather jacket and handed it over to him, sighing when Rabbit merely stared at it. “I destroyed your shirt, remember? I can’t have you walking around half-naked.”
“Why not?” Even as he asked, he took the offered jacket, since he wasn’t a big fan of that idea either.
“Because I don’t like to share. Speaking of,” he took Rabbit’s chin and forced his head up to meet his eyes, “If I catch you with anyone else I’ll make them disappear and then you’ll be punished. Is that clear?”
“That wasn’t part of the agreement,” Rabbit reminded. “I do this and then you delete the video as you promised.”
“This?” Baikal snorted. “We agreed on intercourse—don’t try and act like you didn’t understand simply because that wasn’t specifically said. I haven’t fucked you yet, which means your part of the bargain hasn’t been completed. But while we’re on it, let’s make something thing clear. There’s one reason and one reason only I didn’t force you to take my cock tonight. I didn’t stop for you, little bunny. I stopped for me.” Despite the harshness of his words, he leaned in and planted a kiss between Rabbit’s brow. “I’m going to have so much fun with that virgin hole of yours, just you wait.”
He released him and bent to pick his glasses off the ground—Rabbit hadn’t even noticed when he’d discarded them—then sauntered toward the door. With a wave of his hand, the black fog dissipated.
“Don’t worry about cleaning up,” he called over his shoulder, not bothering to spare Rabbit a glance as he lifted his multi-slate to the control panel and unlocked the door. “I paid for that service already as well. Just make sure you’ve got yourself put together before you step outside.”
And then he was doing just that, vanishing from view a second before the door shut at his back, sealing Rabbit in the space alone.
He was mad about feeling like he’d been used and discarded, but as for the being left on his own part…Rabbit was more than used to it.
With tears threatening to spill, he got up and went to find his pants.
He’d been tricked. Of course he had. He’d been foolish for believing this was going to go smoothly, that someone like Void would play fair.
He paused with one leg in his slacks, a thought hitting him.
Baikal had controlled the video with the glasses. Rabbit had recognized them for what they were, Insight 3.0, a device created and produced by Void Optics. They were worth a small fortune and came with several nifty features, only a few of which Rabbit was privy to.
Clearly, they connected to multi-slates and Baikal had paired them.
Meaning, if Rabbit could get his hands on those glasses, he’d be able to access the video file and delete it. Since Baikal had tricked him, there was no telling how long the Brumal Prince intended to draw things out. If he didn’t do something, there was a very real chance Rabbit could end up tied to him for weeks, if not months.
Having a plan, even one as shaky as that one, helped to ease some of the frustration in his chest and Rabbit finished dressing, promising himself that the next time he encountered Void, he’d be better prepared.
Chapter 8:
To play the beiska one had to be highly in tune with their own emotions, constantly allowing themselves to be brought to the height of feeling. When he’d been younger, he’d been put through grueling lessons built around teaching him how to tap into his emotions and hold onto them, let them build within himself until he could conjure the memory of it with ease and push that sensation into his music.
