“Tell me more about what you like,” Silver said. He lowered his head, planting a soft kiss on the corner of Nuri’s mouth before trailing his mouth across his jawline to the tender spot beneath the other man’s ear.
Nuri writhed beneath him just from that little bit of contact, tipping his head to the side to allow Silver better access to the long length of his neck. He even went so far as to spread his legs wider, thighs cradling Silver’s hips, the heat from his body hot enough to melt metal. “This. I like this.”
“I’m hardly touching you.” Silver nipped at the side of his throat and then sucked, lapping at the red mark he left behind with a satisfied hum. If he had his way, he’d markNuri everywhere, so that everyone could see and know that he belonged to him. That he was off limits.
“So touch me more,” Nuri said, unaware of the possessive twist of Silver’s thoughts. He lifted his hips, bumping his erection against Silver’s lower abs, moaning at the contact.
“None of that.” Silver slapped playfully at the side of Nuri’s rear, quirking a brow when that only had another moan slipping past the smaller man’s ruby-red lips. “I wouldn’t have pegged you for the type into rough play.”
“Only if it’s you,” Nuri answered.
Silver untangled himself from his hold and climbed off the bed, chuckling when Nuri made a sound akin to a whine in protest. “Relax, Narek. I’m merely removing the blankets so I can get closer to you. Unless you’d prefer I don’t?”
Wordlessly, Nuri tossed the covers aside himself.
“Eager.” He wasn’t the only one. Silver’s cock was still straining painfully in his dress pants, so he opted to do away with those first. Stripping out of them unceremoniously, he let the silk fall and then made quick work of the rest of his clothing. If this were any other situation, he may have taken his time with it, used it to tease Nuri and heighten the mood, but as it were, he didn’t want to delay and risk Nuri coming to his senses.
“Now I’m the one who wants to hurry before you wake up,” he grunted, shaking his head at himself, and then again at Nuri who he was certain was too distracted ogling him to have heard what he’d said. “You’re acting like you’ve never seen me naked.”
“It’s different and—” Nuri paused, frowning slightly as his gaze dipped to the spot between Silver’s legs. “…It’s different.”
“What?”
“I mean…Oh. Wait. Never mind. I saw that video.”
“You aren’t making much sense.”
“It’s fine. It doesn’t matter.” Nuri started working on the buttons to his pajama shirt, his movements sloppy and frantic.
Silver pushed his hands away, unwilling to allow Nuri to take this from him. He might not have the time to be delicate or sensual with his own clothes, but he could certainly spare the extra minute it would take to strip Nuri of his.
“I’ve always wanted to do this for you,” he confessed, gaze sweeping down Nuri’s lithe chest as he uncovered more and more of that pale skin. Like moonlight. As a Swift, Silver had a strong affinity toward the moon, and to him, Nuri had always been like the moon personified. Constant and unyielding. A bright glow in an otherwise dark sky.
He pulled the now open shirt off to the side, his fingers sweeping down the center of his chest, lightly tracing the dip between his pecs and his abs, stopping at his navel so he could drink him in before moving any further. Nuri kept himself in shape, most likely due to constantly being in motion for his job. He didn’t work out and wasn’t nearly as muscular as Silver himself was, but he was fit. Strong enough to handle all the things Silver wanted to do to him.
“You’re so sexy,” he murmured, finally allowing his hand to dip to the waistband of Nuri’s matching pajama pants. Already Nuri’s dick was standing at attention, and when Silver set it free, his mouth actually watered at the sight.
Despite his earlier statement, he’d never seen Nuri like this either. Hell, prior to now, he may have even worried that Nuri lacked sexual desire. Considering all the dirty things Silver wanted to do to him, all extremely sexual in nature, that would have been a travesty for him.
Nuri was an inch or so smaller than Silver’s impressive length, his cockhead a vibrant, angry red, with beads of precome already leaking from the tip. A drop rolled down the velvety length of him under Silver’s scrutiny, and he tracked it all theway to the dip between Nuri’s balls. That line of sight only caused his gaze to travel even lower, and before he knew what he was doing, Silver had planted a knee to the mattress and grabbed Nuri beneath both knees.
He pushed, bending Nuri, forcing his ass up into the air to expose his puckered hole and the drop of precome that was now trailing over it. Nuri’s entrance fluttered and Silver let out a sound he’d never made before, guttural and primal, his hands tightening their grip.
“Silver,” Nuri called to him, but if anything, hearing his name spoken in that needy tone only had the Emperor’s control slipping further away from him.
“We’re going to fuck,” Silver announced, as if that were still up for debate. It took all of his strength to pull his gaze away from his ass and back up to his face, but he somehow managed, needing Nuri to see the determination in his eyes. “Remember this, Nuri. No matter how angry you are in the morning, remember how badly you wanted it. I won’t be forgiving from here on out.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I’m making you mine,” Silver elaborated, climbing the rest of the way onto the bed so he was kneeling between Nuri’s legs. “I’m not a good person.”
Nuri snorted. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
“You want me anyway?”
“Of course,” Nuri motioned with his chin down at his hard-on. “Obviously.”
“Don’t regret it.”
