Rabbit actually retreated a full step before those sharp eyes cut through him and gave him pause. He stilled, freezing up under all that intense interest.
Gone was any of the playfulness that had been there, the Void standing before him now the one who bore his last name like a title. There’d been more than one occasion where he’d appeared like this in front of Rabbit, but all day he’d taken on a softer edge, almost like he’d been attempting to coax Rabbit to let his guard down around him.
And like an idiot, that’s exactly what he’d done.
After losing his virginity to the other man last night, Rabbit had foolishly assumed the worst had come and gone, and yet the way Baikal was gazing at him now, as though preparing to eat him alive…He got the distinct sense he’d been very wrong about that assumption.
“Say it again,” Baikal’s voice was low and rumbly, the order delivered with no room for argument or resistance.
Still a bit—okay, a lot—freaked out, Rabbit didn’t even bother trying. “Which part?”
“Don’t fuck with me right now, tiny obsession.”
“I said I’m yours,” he blurted, knowing that was exactly what the Brumal Prince wanted him to repeat.
Sure enough, Baikal’s eyes slid closed and he made a pleased sound in the back of his throat. When he opened them on Rabbit again, they appeared to be brighter somehow, the teal almost glowing in the dim bathroom.
Wait.
Rabbit glanced around and realized that at some point, coils of smoke had snaked their way around the dozen light orbs he had floating on the sides of the ceiling. The room was still lit enough they could see everything, but the ambiance changed, the setting taking on a more mysterious and romantic feel.
Which Rabbit so wasn’t in the mood for.
He took another backward step but it was a mistake.
Baikal was upon him in a flash, slamming him against the closed bathroom door, hard enough to have air whooshing out of Rabbit’s lungs. One hand went to his hip bruisingly, the other tangling into his hair and yanking on those silver strands to force Rabbit’s head back.
He cried out but the sound was instantly swallowed by Baikal’s mouth, the kiss demanding and raw right from the jump. Void plundered, licking and sucking on everything he could, adding nips of various level of strength throughout. And Rabbit had no other option but to stand there and take it, to be consumed by the other man.
There was something thrilling about being kissed like this, like Baikal had forgotten how to breathe and was struggling to find oxygen buried in Rabbit’s mouth instead. Like the whole world might come to a complete end if they slowed or lost traction, this heightened, poised moment building and building around them until it was close to bursting.
Rabbit’s only real experiences with kisses like this were from Void, but he didn’t think it had anything to do with lack of knowledge on his part. What had the Brumal Prince told him that first night in the theater?
His body wasn’t acting this way because it was his first time. It was reacting to Baikal specifically.
He hadn’t wanted to believe it then, but little by little his resolve had been chipped through, and now, standing in his bathroom, trapped between the firm body of the Brumal Prince and the hard wooden door, Rabbit gave in to that truth.
So what if he was attracted to Baikal Void? Everyone and their grandmother was. And so what if he enjoyed making out with him and being tossed around like this? There was no shame in liking things rough in the bedroom. His leaning toward that type of proclivity probably did have something to do with the fact that all his sexual encounters had been of this particular flavor though.
“You did it on purpose, didn’t you?” He pulled back and gasped, settling a hand over Baikal’s heart when the other man moved in to recapture his mouth.
Amazingly enough, Void actually paused.
“You like it rough,” Rabbit said, “and you wanted to make sure I’d end up liking it that way as well. That’s why you handled me the way you did. Why you snuck into my house and forced me to take that first plug. Why you made me take the second one without warning.”
“I was getting you ready for me, little bunny,” Void explained, stroking a hand through Rabbit’s hair almost tenderly despite the way his eyes were still lit up like tiny infernos that clearly wanted to set Rabbit ablaze. “I tried not to hurt you as best I could.”
“Liar.”
“All right. I tried. I could have tried harder.”
“Harderdefinitely isn’t something I think you struggle with, actually.” Rabbit cursed himself in his head as soon as he said it.
Baikal’s lips turned up in a sneaky smile, and he settled more of his weight against Rabbit, pinning him to the door with his arms up at either side of his head. His gaze searched his for a lengthy moment and then he asked in sultry tone, “Did it work?”
Rabbit gulped, not even bothering to pretend he didn’t understand.
“I wasn’t sure it’d work,” he continued when he didn’t get a response. “Not everyone can handle me. Not everyone wants to.”
