“I don’t want to.”
He snorted. “Now who’s the liar?”
Rabbit dropped his gaze, but it was a mistake, since all that did was leave him staring at Baikal’s perfectly formed mouth. Which had him instantly thinking about all of the things the Brumal Prince was capable of doing with said mouth…A needy sound akin to a whine slipped out of him and his eyes widened in shock.
Baikal laughed. “Some things are just natural instinct. Some people want soft, and affectionate. If that ended up being to your liking, I would have delivered.”
Rabbit gave him a knowing look.
“I would have,” he insisted. “Sometimes.”
“Uh huh.”
“I can compromise.”
“Sure.” Rabbit was enjoying himself too much. He realized it, but he didn’t stop himself or try to get away and end this.
He didn’t want to.
“What are you thinking about?” Void asked, and this time Rabbit answered honestly.
“I’m trying to remember when the last time I felt this relaxed was.”
“Interesting word choice.” He leaned back enough to glance down between them, pointedly motioning toward where Rabbit’s dick was straining to get free from the confines of his pants.
“I want you,” Rabbit stated matter-of-factly, a tiny thrill of pride skating through him when it became apparent he’d caught Void off guard with that admission. “I like the way you make me focus on nothing else but the things you can make me feel. I like the way you look at me like I’m important to you.”
“You are.”
“No,” he shook his head. “You don’t get it. All my life I’ve been the prodigy. The son of the great December Trace. Even my own mother doesn’t see me for who I am. Do you know the last time she reminded me to eat something?” Rabbit scoffed and fought back tears. “I went three days once without food because she kept me locked in the practice room, in the dark. She wouldn’t let me leave until I produced another color on the beiska.”
Anyone else would have given Rabbit platitudes and told him how horrible that was, but Baikal merely held his gaze and asked, “Did you?”
Rabbit licked his lips. “I passed out before I even came close. She didn’t even realize.”
“Were you brought to the hospital?”
“Yeah.”
“By who?”
“…Someone else.”
“Another secret, little bunny?”
Rabbit closed his eyes. “Can’t you just be satisfied that I’m trying?”
“Why do you play the right handed beiska?” he asked suddenly, clearly seizing the opportunity now that Rabbit was being forthcoming. “You’re left handed.”
“She made me,” he stated bitterly.
“Because?”
“Our first performance on stage together was some dumb parent child charity event. She’s also left handed, but she wanted us to stand on the stand side by side and not look the same. Said it would look better if we played on opposite shoulders. I was young enough she was certain she could make me relearn.”
Baikal reached up and started playing with a strand of Rabbit’s hair, and it was strange, but Rabbit understood it was meant to be a comforting gesture. “How did she make you?”
“How else?” He snorted.
