As soon as he hit send, he tossed the device onto his bed, a large king-sized mattress that was suspended from the ceiling by thick metal ropes. It’d been bolted into the wall by the headboard, but the ropes allowed him to adjust the height whenever he saw fit, which was an odd feature he’d for some reason taken a liking to at the time of purchase. He’d yet to find use for it, other than lifting it close to the ceiling so he could do his solo combat training there when he was too lazy to walk down the hall to the actual room dedicated to such things.
He’d just stripped out of his shirt and tossed it into the hamper in the far left corner when his multi-slate dinged, causing him to tip his head in mild surprise. Not wanting to get his hopes up it was Rabbit replying, since he’d anticipated his tiny obsession pulling that whole silent act again, he took his time stripping out of his pants next before moving back to the bed completely naked.
The door was locked and there was an alarm system that would track and alert him to movement on the entire floor, so Baikal had gotten into the habit of sleeping in the nude comfortably enough.
Sprawling out over the black and gray comforter, he lifted the device and finally checked the screen, smirking when Rabbit’s name—or at least the one he’d assigned him—stared back at him in bold letters.
Little Bunny:Skin.
He snorted, finding that a lot funnier than he should, and typed back a quick response.
Baikal:Should I come over and touch it?
Amazingly, Rabbit didn’t seem like he was going to bother playing hard to get tonight, messaging back just as fast.
Little Bunny:You mean peel it off? Sounds like the kind of sick thing you’d be into.
He wasn’t entirely wrong…
Baikal:I can think of a few other things I’d rather do to make you scream.
Little Bunny:Lucky me.
Perhaps Rabbit was bolder through messaging since they weren’t face to face, since typically he managed one or two good one-liners before he bowed out and gave in. Baikal found himself drawn to the feistier side of him, always loved those moments where he gathered enough courage to push back.
Things easily obtained were boring and rarely worth the effort. That was another major reason he was willing to wait and give Rabbit time to adjust to his new reality. Once he did finally have him on his back, those legs spread wide, his hole greedily sucking on his cock…It would make all of this waiting advantageous.
At the thought, his dick twitched.
Baikal:I’ll make you forget all about the dangers of being with a Brumal member once you’re sobbing my name.
He hit send and then trailed his fingers down his bare chest, tracing lazy shapes over his skin to rack up the anticipation, giving his dick time to lengthen and swell to full size. In no time at all, he was achy and hot, lifting his hips to thrust lightly at the air as he pictured Rabbit in the room with him, kneeling at the end of the bed.
He’d probably get off on watching him solo-play for a bit. His little bunny was timid like that, curious in his inexperience. Rabbit would want a show to prepare him for what was to come, and though Baikal had never been one to cater to his lovers in the past, he found himself rather liking the idea of teasing his tiny obsession that way.
Little Bunny:You aren’t dangerous because you’re Brumal, Void.
Baikal quirked a brow, but before he could ask him to elaborate, another message came in.
Little Bunny:You’re dangerous because you’re you.
That was a loaded comment that could have multiple meanings, some of them better than others. But he wasn’t in the mood to pick apart and process the other man’s words at the moment, still too horny to bother. So instead of trying, he opened the camera app and aimed low, opting to send a loaded comment back in response.
Baikal:You mean because of this.
The dick pic and the accompanying message got marked as Read immediately, but this time there was no speedy reply. Rabbit, it seemed, was choosing to go back to the silent treatment.
Baikal grinned and grabbed himself, working his cock in hard, fast pumps as he pictured his tiny obsession blushing. Getting off on the fact that now, there was no doubt Rabbit was thinking about him, too.
Chapter 15:
Rabbit inhaled through his nose, held, and exhaled counting to seven. The initial stirrings of the panic attack were already upon him and he could feel his muscles tensing and his stomach twisting into knots. That voice, the one that always flickered through his mind just before he completely and totally lost it, echoed again, relentless in its pursuit to get him to remember.
He didn’t want to remember.
He wanted to forget.
Completely.
