“Silver.” Nuri couldn’t correct him. It would defeat the whole purpose. He had to stay strong.
“If this is how you choose to discipline me, so be it. Expect me to do what you asked though. I’m going to make you feel good, so good, that you think of me often and fondly.”
“Silver.”
“I won’t stop you,” he misunderstood the edge in Nuri’s voice. “I’ll escort you to the shuttleport myself and put you on the first ship heading for Vitality. I’ll let you go, but don’t expect me to forget you. You can’t ask that of me.”
Something about that pricked at Nuri, and when he realized what it was, he lifted his head from the pillow. “You aren’t considering stalking me, right?”
“No,” Silver said, but before Nuri could feel relieved added, “It was never a consideration.”
“You—”
“You’ll never have to see me,” he reassured. “You won’t even know that I’m there. Besides, it’s not like it’ll last long. I won’t li—” Silver abruptly cut himself off.
Nuri held his breath, waiting. This was it. Silver was going to spill about how the Swiftbond made him reliant on Nuri for survival. He was going to confess and try to use it to manipulate Nuri into changing his mind. Of course he hadn’t really planned on risking his life. This had all been a ploy, and now that it was the final hour, he was readying to spring the trap and—
“I won’t lie,” the Emperor finally concluded, but it was obvious that hadn’t been what he’d been about to say at all.
Nuri frowned. What was he doing? He was going to tell him the truth. He was going to say in no uncertain terms that he wouldn’t live long without him. This was his chance. His one chance to play that card.
“I’m selfish,” Silver continued. “I’ll let you leave me, but I’ll take this night.”
“You’re going to lose me,” Nuri stated, trying to force a confession out of him.
This could have gone one of two ways. Either the Emperor proved he would never change. Or he gave Nuri irrefutable evidence that he could.
Nuri was no longer confident that he would be happy if he quit his job and uprooted his entire life and started all over again on a new planet, even with his siblings as company. He didn’t think he was willing to walk away from all that he’d accomplished—because he had made accomplishments. He was every bit as tied to Rein Inc. and its success as Silver was.
Why should he give up everything when he was the victim here?
Why should he be the one pushed out when he’d been loyal and honest?
If the universe was fair, he wouldn’t be.
But it wasn’t fair, and if the Emperor didn’t pass this test, Nuri would stick to his plans and leave after all. Despite everything else.
He didn’t want to start over.
But he could.
Nuri was nothing if not resilient and dedicated. He’d climbed his way up from nothing at the young age of fifteen. Surely he could do so again now, ten years older.
“I know.” Silver didn’t notice the way Nuri tensed at his acceptance, too focused on spearing his tongue back into Nuri’s opening. He went hard, frantically working him, loosening that ring of muscle as he spread Nuri’s cheeks wider and pressed in closer.
It was filthy and embarrassing, and yet Nuri’s toes curled and he panted. His eyes closed behind the blindfold, hips rocking slightly on their own, his full dick, trapped between his stomach and the mattress, wet and ready.
“There’s nothing you have to tell me?” Nuri somehow found his voice long enough to demand. “Nothing you think Ishould know? Nothing you think would make me change my mind?”
In response, Silver’s mouth moved lower, suckling lightly at Nuri’s sensitive sack. He pushed Nuri’s thighs to give him better access, but only delivered a few more licks before seemingly growing impatient.
Silver flipped him again, this time onto his back, situating Nuri’s legs over his shoulders. When he took his dick into his mouth, he wasn’t slow about it, swallowing him down in one fast go that had Nuri’s back bowing a scream tearing from his throat.
There was no way the Emperor of Ignite had ever given anyone else a blow job before, but he sucked Nuri like a pro, tongue twirling around him as his head bobbed. He’d sporadically alter the pressure, sometimes making Nuri feel like he was trying to draw his soul out from his dick, other times making him feel like he was worshiping him and trying to make it last.
It wasn’t long before his heels were digging into the mattress, hips squirming. Nuri held onto the pillow, refusing to allow himself to give into the desire to bury his fingers in Silver’s hair.
One of Silver’s palms cupped his balls, middle finger prodding against his entrance before slipping inside. He didn’t get it very far before Nuri exploded, squirting into the hot cavern of his mouth. Instead of pulling away, he dropped down onto him, taking him all the way back into his throat until the tip of his nose was pressed against his pelvis.
