Baikal deflected. “We aren’t talking about that right now. In fact, we’ve wasted enough energy talking as it is. You said you aren’t a fan of pain? Well then hurry up, little bunny. Come here so I can fix it for you.”
Rabbit didn’t like pain, and the promise of relief was tempting. Still…He hesitated.
“Did your mother frequently leave you to suffer on your own?” Baikal didn’t seem pleased with that prospect.
“You’re always interrogating me about my life,” Rabbit accused, only to have the other man snort.
“It’s called showing an interest and trying to get to know you,” he said. “It’s no wonder you don’t have any friends, little bunny, seriously.”
Rabbit opened his mouth to retaliate but Baikal’s gaze hardened before he could get a word out.
“Enough. Choose. Either come here willingly or I come and get you. And, Rabbit? If we have to do it my way, you’re going to end up stuffed full of cock again before—”
He flinched as he shifted onto his hands and knees, but he didn’t want to give Void the chance to finish his threat, so clenched his teeth through the waves of pain as he crawled the few feet to the end of the bed where the Brumal Prince sat waiting.
Baikal whistled low, appreciatively, as he moved, eyeing him with a spark of heat in his gaze that almost had Rabbit turning back. “You’re so sexy, little bunny. Are you sure you don’t want to go again?”
He glared just as he made it to him and Baikal laughed.
“All right, all right.” Baikal leaned back and motioned down at his lap. “Almost there.”
The position was far too intimate, but seeing he didn’t actually have a choice in the matter, Rabbit inhaled and forced himself to drape his body over the other man’s thighs, grimacing when Baikal reached down and helped adjust him so his ass was upturned slightly.
He turned his head, resting his cheek against the comforter, and watched as best he could from that angle as Baikal snapped open the tube and squeezed out a generous dollop of the contents onto two of his fingers.
At the first press of those digits at his entrance, Rabbit jolted and tried to immediately climb off, only to have Void’s arm come down on his back hard, pinning him.
“Stay still,” he clicked his tongue in disapproval and brought those fingers back again, carefully rubbing around the abused rim a few times first to ease Rabbit into it.
“This is your fault,” Rabbit growled, squeezing his eyes shut and chomping down on a bit of the comforter when one of those fingers breached his hole and slid in. It was tender and raw, the pain from just that small intrusion enough to bring tears to the corner of his eyes.
“I didn’t realize I was being this rough last night,” Baikal confessed.
“Would that have made a difference?”
He at least had the decency to pretend to consider before stating bluntly, “No.”
“Tyrant,” Rabbit murmured.
In response, Baikal worked in a second finger next to the first. “That’s king to you.”
Despite the burn of two fingers stroking against his walls, Rabbit grunted. “I recognize one Emperor, and it isn’t you, Void.”
“I don’t want to be your emperor,” he said. “I want to be your Dominus.”
Everyone on planet knew what that stood for.
“I’m not part of the Brumal,” Rabbit reminded.
“You’re mine,” he asserted. “Whether you want to be associated or involved with the Brumal, I’ll leave that decision to you. When it comes to me, however, you don’t get to decide.”
“What happened to choice?” Rabbit drawled sarcastically. “You’ve been doing such a good job at posing things so it looks like you’re giving me one when in reality you are not. What? Ran out of ideas so just not going to bother this time?”
The arm pinning him moved, and then Baikal’s free hand was kneading his right ass cheek tenderly, even as those fingers continued to smooth cream onto his battered inner walls. “I’m glad you knew what I was doing. You have to be attentive to be mine. It’s the only way to keep yourself safe whenever I’m not around—which, to be clear, little bunny, won’t be often. I plan on sticking close to you from here on out. Remember that if any bright ideas pop up in that sensual little head of yours.”
Those fingers touched at a particularly sore spot, and as soon as the warmth of the cream began to spread there, Rabbit couldn’t help but let out a small moan and go lax. Sun cream wasn’t cheap, and not everyone could afford it, which was a shame because it was seriously a miracle drug if it could have him going from feeling like he was dying from the inside out to suddenly feeling snug and comfortable resting in his tormentors lap the way he was.
His mother hadn’t physically abused him much. There’d been the harsh whacks to the back of his left shoulder when he’d been younger and she’d been dead set on teaching him to play the beiska right-handed, instead of left. He’d been injured a time or two when she’d dragged him across the room and he’d fought against her before being tossed into the dark closet. Then there were the minor injuries he’d gotten on his own over the years, obviously, the same way everyone did, but no one aside from the school nurse had ever taken the time to apply ointment.
