It was subtle at first, the waves startling him, but now that he was aware of what he was feeling, his face heated and his head swiveled toward Baikal.
The Brumal Prince still had that one palm over his thigh, but the other had reached into the pocket of his leather jacket, and it wasn’t hard to guess that’s where he was keeping the controls to the toy.
As soon as everyone had returned their attention to the front of the room, Baikal met Rabbit’s gaze and smirked.
“Don’t,” he whispered harshly, a second before he jumped again, this time a little less noticeable, and ground his teeth together to keep from crying out. The vibrations increased in speed, the toy quaking against his inner walls, the very tip of it pressing on that spot that had his toes curling and him biting the inside of his cheek.
Was this why the bastard had demanded he keep the plug in? So he could use it against him? He opened his mouth to tell him to stop a second time, but that earned him a higher setting.
Rabbit’s dick lengthened in his jeans, pressing uncomfortably against the tight material and he stared down at it in horror. This could not be happening. He could not be hard in the middle of class surrounded by all of these people. His reputation—
“This lecture period is two hours long,” Baikal leaned in and said directly into the curve of his ear. “Relax, Rabbit. If you blow your load too soon, I won’t stop for you. I’m going to keep this,” he turned up the speed another notch, “going until Professor Earl dismisses us.”
Rabbit’s eyes widened and he shook his head pleadingly. Their professor was notorious for dragging class on past the official end of their session.
He’d adjusted to the full sensation the plug had given him, the extended wear having allowed his body to get used to the areas where he was stretched around the toy. The vibrations and the way he was seated on the hard plastic chair were stirring things up in him all over again though, making it impossible to ignore the way the bulb held him open.
Desperate not to embarrass himself, he tried to focus on literally anything else, like the sound of clicking keys as students took notes with their devices, or the firm voice of the professor as he explained a mathematical equation, or how Void smelled like a burning eucalyptus forest and—
Baikal’s hand shifted on his thigh, the ends of his fingers bumping against the bulge in Rabbit’s pants.
He squeezed his eyes shut and held his breath, not wanting to allow any more of Void’s sexy scent to infiltrate his senses, but all that did was make the light caress of those fingers that much more noticeable, and before long Rabbit was panting.
Fortunately, due to the loudspeaker system projecting their professor’s voice, and how he was still in his right mind enough to struggle to be as quiet as possible, he didn’t think anyone was able to hear the sharp in and outtakes of his breath. Except, of course, for the man terrorizing him at his side.
The man who was currently scrawling notes on his holo-tablet and nodding his head to something the professor was saying as if his hand wasn’t tracing circles on Rabbit’s inner thigh, the sharp point of his knuckles massaging against his needy dick.
Rabbit felt like he was being squeezed from all sides, and yet here Baikal was, acting like it was just another boring day. Seeing his reaction—or lack of one—really drove home that he fully intended to make good on his threat.
If Rabbit came—and there was very little chance he was going to be able to last another five minutes, let alone two whole hours—Baikal would force him to sit here, sitting in his own come, with that plug stimulating his ass nonstop. He wouldn’t care if it started to hurt or get uncomfortable for Rabbit. He might even pretend not to notice that either.
Good Light. He couldn’t do this.
Before he could stop himself, Rabbit grabbed onto Baikal’s arm, clutching at his bicep when a particularly strong pang raced through him.
“Give me another,” he demanded, almost growling when Baikal tipped his chin and made a face like he had no clue what he was talking about. “Another choice, damn it. Give me another option.” One that preferably ended with him getting to come in a less crowded setting with no threat of overstimulation at the end.
“I bought you the drink to help with your nerves,” Baikal said.
Rabbit snorted. “I’m not about to have a panic attack.”
“No?” He pursed his lips. “Are you sure? I thought being plugged up and horny in front of your peers would call to your stage fright issues.”
Something about the way that statement rolled off his tongue had Rabbit growing suspicious. He tilted his head, eyeing Baikal closely, and even though there were no physical tells to help give away what the Brumal Prince was actually thinking, Rabbit was pretty sure he was right in his new assumption.
“You’re testing me, aren’t you?” And that, right there, was the big overarching plot that he’d been thinking about earlier on his way here. The motive that only Baikal knew.
To his credit, once caught, he didn’t try to deny it. “You made it clear you refused to answer any of my questions, so I had to find the answers myself. Why?” Baikal grinned. “Are you changing your tune, little bunny? Suddenly want to open up for me?”
Rabbit swore, still quiet enough not to be overheard. But on the inside, he was raging and throwing a full-on tantrum.
“I asked you nicely why you had stage fright and how bad it was, remember? You wouldn’t say. Looks like it doesn’t stem from fear of being caught doing something wrong by a crowd. Interesting.” Baikal appeared as though he were taking mental notes now, the lecture completely forgotten as he stared Rabbit down. “If you’re not afraid of embarrassing yourself in front of strangers, then what is it? What has you so panicked before a performance that you feel the need to lock yourself away in a room for a half hour prior?”
He’d noticed that?
“Just how long have you been watching me?”
“I told you the cafeteria wasn’t our first encounter,” Baikal said.
