“No chains,” he said, voice quiet and almost inaudible. “I’m…I’m afraid of being tied up.”
Baikal frowned. “Someone tied you up in the past? Against your will?”
Rabbit gave him a steely look that silently called him a hypocrite.
Since there wasn’t any denying that, Kal didn’t bother. “Was it your mother?”
Was that part of the reason Rabbit was so scared of her? Had she restrained him?
“I don’t want to talk about it,” he unsurprisingly stated. “I just want to go home and pretend like today never happened.”
“Sorry, little bunny,” Baikal threaded his fingers through the silky strands of Rabbit’s hair as he spoke. “That’s no longer an option for you.”
He didn’t bring up that they hadn’t caught the guy who’d tried to kidnap him, and therefore going home would be dangerous for him. Kal didn’t think Rabbit was ready to hear it, and besides, he’d let this drag on long enough.
“No chains,” Baikal repeated, but then he shifted overtop Rabbit, moving to trail one of his hands down his side. He kept the other around his throat in warning, pressing his fingers against his pulse point when Rabbit tried one final attempt at escape.
He recognized the moment his tiny obsession finally gave up, and like a true predator, he didn’t leave any time for him to change his mind. Baikal slipped a palm beneath Rabbit’s left ass cheek and cupped him, moving to lift his leg around his hip to give him a better angle. Then he ground down against him, rubbing their cocks together with enough force to have stars winking in front of his eyes.
He was still wearing his boxer briefs, but he worked Rabbit a few more times before he risked reaching down to pull them out of the way. He didn’t take the time to remove them fully, because that would require him to climb off Rabbit and there was no chance he was letting his tiny obsession up from this bed before he’d been properly fucked by him once and for all.
Gathering as much of his own precome as he could, he slicked up three of his fingers and then brought them to Rabbit’s tight hole. The musician jerked beneath him at the first press against that ring of muscle, but Baikal’s finger glided in with no resistance. The second entered with the same ease.
“Rabbit,” Baikal tried not to smirk but failed, “tell me the truth. Have you been playing with yourself since the last time we saw one another?”
“No,” he answered. Too quickly. Much too quickly.
“You have.” He full-on grinned then, pleased by that notion. “You have no idea how sexy that is, thinking about you touching yourself back here. Were you thinking about me when you did it?”
He swore to himself he wouldn’t get angry if the answer was no.
At least….notthatangry. There was only so much he was capable of, after all.
“This won’t hurt as badly as I initially warned,” he ended up saying when Rabbit refused to answer. Probably for the best.
“Disappointed?” Rabbit griped.
“Hurting you was never a goal of mine,” he told him honestly. The third finger met with resistance finally, but he twisted it in and curled it along with the others, stroking at Rabbit’s inner walls until he had the other man squirming and mewling beneath him.
Rabbit’s dick bobbed between them as he pulled his legs up around Baikal’s body, and Kal watched it for a bit as he opened his tiny obsession up.
But he’d been right before. There was only so much he was capable of, and he’d reached his limit.
He removed his hand and grabbed Rabbit’s dick, swirling his thumb in the sticky dollop of precome at his rosy tip, sure to keep his touches distracting enough that his little bunny wouldn’t understand what he was really after until it was too late.
He’d left the bottle of lube in his desk drawer on the other side of the room. Rabbit’s come was just going to have to suffice.
Once he was sure he had enough to make a difference, he coated his cock in the stuff and then slicked up Rabbit’s entrance again for good measure. When he lined up with that hole, Rabbit tensed all over again, causing Baikal to pause and glance up at him.
“Please,” Rabbit clutched at the comforter and shook his head. “Don’t.”
Baikal hushed him.
Knowing what that meant, Rabbit squeezed his eyes shut.
He eased in slowly despite his earlier words about not caring if this was consensual or not. Rabbit’s opposition wasn’t enough to make him back off, but that was because Baikal was confident he could smash right through it in due time. It was so obvious that Rabbit was simply afraid due to his inexperience, but that he wanted this just as badly as Kal did.
His cock slipped inside, those hot walls clenching around him, and he groaned at the silky feel.
