“All of them.”
He clicked his tongue. “I’m calling bullshit on that one, little bunny. You can’t tell me you’re not being stubborn right now when it’s so obvious that’s what’s going on. I already told you I was in a mood, didn’t I?”
“You never said what kind.” Rabbit was shocked he managed to string together that whole sentence.
Baikal slapped him again, the sound of his palm cracking against his cheek echoing in the large kitchen. Then he released his dick, hand moving to bunch the end of Rabbit’s shirt, trapping the material just above his crease, pushing down some to force his ass to tip up slightly.
“Don’t.” Rabbit didn’t want a repeat of what happened the other night. Didn’t want something else that could haunt him.
He really was just being stubborn though, because at the same time…
“Are you afraid of the dark?” Baikal asked him, ignoring his refusal.
The sound of a lid popping had Rabbit’s brow furrowing before pressure on his back had him shaking his head in response.
“That’s two,” Void’s voice darkened in obvious displeasure that caused a skitter of worry to travel down Rabbit’s spine. “Twice you’ve lied to me tonight. I advise against doing so a third time, you won’t like what I do, and I’m trying hard here to control myself as it is.”
“Why?” Rabbit didn’t understand. Why would he bother? Clearly he didn’t give a shit about how Rabbit felt. A person who cared wouldn’t have broken into his house and chased him through the damn place without announcing it was them.
“I didn’t mean to scare you,” Baikal told him, and it was hard to tell if he was doing that thing he liked to do again—ignoring him on purpose—or if he was saying it in answer to the question. “I just wanted you a little frightened for me, that’s all. I wanted to see how you’d react.”
“That sounds exactly like you meant to scare me,” he pointed out. Rabbit tried to keep still, his face still resting on the cool counter. Maybe if he behaved, Void would continue going easy on him.
Ifthiswas the Brumal Prince’s version of easy, Rabbit didn’t want to find out what he considered hard.
“Going to call me out every time I make a slip of the tongue like that?” Baikal asked, and despite what Rabbit had just thought, he found himself answering back in the affirmative.
“Yes.”
He chuckled, and that was the only warning he gave before something hard prodded at Rabbit’s hole.
“Don’t—” Rabbit jerked against the edge of the table as that solid thing was shoved into him. It didn’t feel anything like Baikal’s fingers, too thick in the center and at the end.
Baikal wiggled it in even deeper, using his fingers to part Rabbit’s ass cheeks so he could firmly fit the t-shaped base of whatever he’d just inserted on the outside of that tight ring of muscle.
Rabbit’s breathing was strained, his hips shaking. There were tears at the corner of his eyes, but the pain was already starting to dissipate, though the discomfort wasn’t. It felt…weird, and when he clenched around it experimentally, he was met with more stings. “Take it out.”
The Brumal Prince had his cheeks spread wide, his gaze trained down on his filled opening appreciatively. Rabbit didn’t have to look to know, he could hear it in the way he spoke, all husky and pleased sounding. “I wasn’t sure it’d fit, but look at you being all good for me.”
“It doesn’t,” he argued. “I want it out.”
“Well, I want it to stay exactly where it is.” Void pressed a finger on it, and Rabbit panted. “This is the width of two of my fingers, I checked. Typically we’d start smaller, but I’m a bit impatient. To be fair, that’s not entirely your fault.”
“Then why?” Rabbit turned to plant his forehead against the counter instead, concentrating on breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth. The ache of being stretched was distracting and unpleasant and drudged up the same fear he’d felt when he’d first seen Baikal’s exposed cock.
If whatever was currently in him was only the width of Baikal’sfingers…
He shook his head. “Please. I can’t.”
“You’re going to.”
“Please.”
“Tell you what,” Baikal settled himself at his back, and Rabbit felt something else bump against the thing inside of him, “I’ll let you choose, how does that sound? You either get the plug,” he rolled his hips, pressing against the intrusive object, causing Rabbit to emit a strangled sound, “or you take my cock.”
He couldn’t be serious?
“What’s it going to be, little bunny? This,” he flicked at the object—the butt plug—and then tapped something silky against the swell of one cheek, “or this?”
