“You’re no gentleman.”
“It’s fortunate for me that my word is law then, isn’t it?”
Any witty retort he may have been able to come up with died on his tongue the moment Silver exposed himself.
The Emperor’s cock stood proudly at attention the second he’d gotten the zipper down, the dark rosy head bobbing as he stepped off the bed momentarily to discard his pants before he climbed back on.
The whole time, Nuri was transfixed by it, a mixture of doubt and anticipation clawing at his insides. It’d looked big on screen, and it wasn’t the first time he was seeing Silver nakedbut…This was the first time he was able to blatantly stare at him erect, and now that he was, he was even more hesitant than he’d been before.
“Worried, Narek?” Silver settled back between his thighs, trailing his palms lightly down from the tops of Nuri’s knees toward his hips. “Realizing you’ve bitten off more than you can chew?”
“I haven’t bitten anything.” The yet was silent, but he narrowed his eyes to get his point across.
Surprisingly, Silver laughed. “I’ve always preferred you this way, you know? Bold and cheeky. You filter yourself too often. It forces me to apply more pressure now and again just to get you to react.”
“What—” Nuri was cut off when Silver suddenly flipped him onto his stomach and settled over his back. The thick length of him pressed between the globes of his ass and he sucked in a breath.
Silver caged him in from behind, running the fingers of his left hand through Nuri’s hair, brushing it off the side of his face so that Nuri could glare at him over his shoulder in silent question. He smiled distractedly, playing with a particular lock before finally letting it go and moving onward to trace the curve of Nuri’s ear.
Nuri shivered beneath the soft touches, tipping his head slightly when Silver traced his jawline and then pressed the pad of his thumb against the side of his throat as if feeling for his pulse.
He hummed in satisfaction and leaned in, planting an almost chaste kiss on the rise of Nuri’s right cheekbone.
“What are you doing?” Nuri’s voice came out wispy and foreign.
“How do you feel?” Silver asked instead of answering. “Does anything hurt? Your head? Ankle?”
“I’m fine.” He was not fine. He felt like he was on fire and burning from the inside out. The only reason he wasn’t already begging for it was because this was new territory and he was still a bit unsure if it was all some sick joke or a twisted test set in motion by the Emperor. “You can proceed.”
Silver snorted. “No shop-speak, this isn’t business.”
“Isn’t it?” They’d set terms and conditions—sort of—and at the end of the day, he was still secretary to the CEO of Rien Inc. Things between them had only ever been business, that’s what had bothered Nuri the most over the years.
But he was smart enough to keep that to himself, unwilling to dive any further into this madness.
“No,” Silver shifted and reached down, his fingers finding Nuri’s entrance to prod at the tight ring of muscle, “this is a lesson. I’m making a point.” His fingers were covered in something warm and wet as he wiggled his pointer past Nuri’s defenses.
Nuri gasped and buried his face against the sheets, hands clutching at the silky material in a poor attempt to control the way he was already trembling. Just a single finger and he was coming undone. Had he really just arrogantly thought he could handle this?
“Point?” he bit out, though it was a struggle, even if he didn’t want to admit it. When the rest of that finger pushed into the last knuckle a moan tore from the back of his throat, which he tried to silence with the blankets to no avail.
Silver stretched his hole, adding a second finger. He grew quiet as he worked Nuri into a frenzy with his skilled hand.
The video flashed through Nuri’s memory unbidden and he gulped. So far, the touches had been light and gentle. Would things change? Was Silver doing it on purpose to ease him into some false sense of security before—
“You’ve gotten tense,” Silver cut through his thoughts, a thread of concern in his tone, “and not in the good way. What’s wrong? Is it your injury?” He shifted more to the side, easing his body off of Nuri’s so he could glance down at the edge of the bed where their legs were. “Hold on.”
Nuri was rolled onto his back, and this time he gave in and covered his face with his forearm. Fortunately, Silver seemed to take that as a sign that he’d been right about his sudden change in disposition being a result of his ankle.
“Is that better?” he asked, resting his palm on Nuri’s upper thigh when he didn’t get an immediate response. “Nuri?”
“Yes,” he lied. Truthfully, he couldn’t feel any pain in his ankle at all, but that was most likely due to the fact that all the sensation he was feeling was coming from his nether region. After only taking two fingers, his hole was fluttering from the absence, already wanting to be filled and he only hoped that the Emperor didn’t notice.
If he did, Silver would certainly catch on to Nuri’s true feelings toward him, and that absolutely could not happen. Not only would it no doubt lead to the Emperor immediately cutting this short, but he’d most likely laugh in Nuri’s face as well.
“If your ankle hurts at all during, tell me right away,” Silver said. He grabbed at Nuri’s arm then and pulled it off his face, forcing him to meet his gaze once more. “Do you hear me, Narek?”
“Yes,” he stated, trying, and failing, to tug his wrist free from the other man’s strong grip.
