“You can’t put that thing inside of me,” he said.
“That thing is my dick, Rabbit,” he growled. “And I’ll have you worshiping it soon enough.”
He shook his head for the millionth time that night alone.
“I’m going to be your king,” Baikal stated, then corrected, “Iamyour king. And right now, I’m showing you mercy.”
This wasn’t mercy, it was torture.
So…why was Rabbit so hard then?
His dick hung heavy between his legs, dripping onto the kitchen floor. Even acknowledging how messed up this reaction from him was, Rabbit couldn’t get it to go back down. In fact, the more he thought about what Baikal must look like right now, standing behind him, his cock pushing against the plug plunged inside of him, the harder he seemed to get.
He didn’t understand. Any of this. Didn’t understand what sin he’d committed to earn him the devilish attention of the Brumal Prince, or why his body was reacting this way to being accosted in his own damn home.
“Choose,” Baikal said. “Either I fuck you with that plug protecting your unprepared hole from my cock or I give it to you bloody and raw like I really want. The choice is yours, little bunny.”
The choice wasn’t a choice at all. Although…
Wasn’t it more of one than he was used to getting?
“Fine,” Baikal’s fingers settled on the end of the plug, “Then I’ll choose for you.”
“Okay!” he surrendered.
“Okay what?” Baikal leaned over him, the movement causing his body to fit against Rabbit’s, effectively pushing into him. His balls ended up situated directly over the end of the plug, and he pushed it in even deeper as he strained forward.
Rabbit fisted his hands and dug his nails into his palms. “Leave it in.”
“Because?”
“I,” he blew out a breath, “I want it in.”
Baikal smoothed a strand of Rabbit’s hair off his forehead as some kind of small reward and smiled at him. “I knew you were just caught off guard back at the theater when you were acting like a slow learner. You pick up quick, don’t you, tiny obsession?”
He thrust his hips forward, hard, before Rabbit could reply to that, the plug digging in, forcing his hole to open around its wide girth to accommodate it. He repeated the motion, his cock slipping up and down between the crease of Rabbit’s ass and he groaned, balls slapping against the plug.
Rabbit writhed, torn between wanting to get away and wanting to push back against that pressure. The pain was still there, but the burn was starting to turn into something else, something exquisite and foreign that he wanted to explore.
“You seem ready for it.” Baikal pulled back, readjusted, and this time when he humped against Rabbit’s ass, he was shoving against the plug at full force. His cock whacked against Rabbit’s inner thighs this time, bumped against the underside of his balls. They both moaned and Baikal grabbed him by the hips and started pulling him back into each of his thrusts between his thighs, until Rabbit was basically ping-ponging back and forth against him and the edge, his dick receiving a beating every time.
He thought the friction would be too light, the touches too infrequent to make him come, but he’d been wrong. The orgasm took him by surprise, his scream ringing in the air as his back bowed and his hole clenched around the plug. His toes curled and the darkness of the room suddenly filled with bursts of white light.
Rabbit wasn’t given the chance to recover, torn away from the table and thrown to the ground roughly. He hit the floor on his slightly red ass and winced, but then Baikal was there, shoving him down until he was lying with the Brumal Prince kneeling between his spread thighs.
Baikal held his gaze and began stroking himself furiously, pumping his fist in quick, almost violent motions. There was a ferocity in his teal eyes that took Rabbit’s breath away, capturing him and holding him frozen in place, unable to look away.
With a roar, Baikal came, ropes of come shooting out to ruin the front of Rabbit’s t-shirt. It seemed to last forever, the head of his cock unloading over and over again. He wrung himself dry, collecting the very last drop when it rolled down his tip. Uncaring how heavy he was, Baikal covered Rabbit’s body with his own, and brought that glistening drop to Rabbit’s mouth.
He smeared it on his full bottom lip, his expression a mixture of possessiveness and mania that would have had Rabbit curling up in fear if he’d had that option.
“Shh,” Baikal took notice of that reaction, softening his touch and his voice as he slowly lowered his mouth until their breaths mingled. “Remember what I told you before? At the theater?”
Rabbit frowned. A lot had been said at the theater, and frankly, with all the stimulation he was currently experiencing he couldn’t be bothered to even try to guess what he was referring to.
It appeared orgasming had put Baikal in a better mood, however, because instead of forcing him to figure it out on his own, he filled him in.
“I’ll be gentle with you,” he repeated. “So long as you don’t resist. Are you going to resist me, little bunny?”
