“Of course.”
“Don’t worry about getting…it…on you. The drug is no longer a threat once it’s passed through the body.”
It.
He was referring to come.
To the Emperor’s come.
Because he expected Nuri to—
“That will be all, Doctor.” Nuri needed him gone before this got any worse. He should have realized that being a part of Silver’s personal staff meant word of their sexual relations would have made their way to Yi. “Falc, please see him out. I’ll stay with the Emperor.”
“I’ll make sure you two aren’t disturbed.” Falc bowed his head and led the doctor away before Nuri could comment on the implication of his words.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Nuri inhaled slowly. There was so much to do, but he’d already divvied the tasks between the team in charge of searching for the mole and the Imperial Guard. Public Relations was taking care of the video situation, and the Emperor collapsing was somehow overshadowing the crappy footage that’d played for less than a minute.
Guess that was one good thing to come out of Silver being drugged.
Nuri stepped back into the room and shut the door behind him, eyes meeting Silver’s. “You’re awake. How do you feel?”
“Hot.” Silver tossed the blanket off of himself and climbed off the bed. His fingers shook as he started undoing the buttons on his dress shirt, giving up part way and yanking the fabric open instead. Buttons went flying, pinging against the wall and skittering across the floor, but he hardly seemed to notice, already wrestling to get out of his pants.
“Stop.” Nuri rushed to his side, yelping when Silver captured his wrists and spun them, sending him sprawling onto the bed with the Emperor’s heavy form landing over him. “Slow down!”
“Can’t.” Silver shook his head and brought his mouth to Nuri’s neck, sucking on the sensitive spot beneath his ear before delivering a warning bite. “So horny.”
“You were drugged,” Nuri tried to explain, even as his clothes were ripped off. He gave up trying to talk sense into him and laid there while he was stripped bare. “That guy you were flirting with intended to rape you. Potentially even film it. We’re questioning him now. As soon as we have answers—”
“Spread your legs, Narek.”
Nuri planted his feet on the edge of the mattress and widened his thighs, breath catching in his throat when Silver drank him in and growled.
Silver wasted no time opening him up, delving two fingers straight into Nuri’s passage with no further preamble. He pumped them aggressively, free hand settling over Nuri’s lower abs to help keep him in place.
“Tell me you want it,” the Emperor demanded.
“If I say I don’t?”
He scowled. “I’ll stop.”
“Will you?”
“We’ve fucked too many times. I like it best when you’re willing. When you’re forced to admit you want me.”
Nuri’s dick was already weeping between them, a testament to his desire, even if he wanted to verbally deny it. “Everyone already expects us to do it anyway.”
“Everyone?”
“Yi and Falc.”
“I want to put it in.” Silver was flushed, and his eyes seemed unable to focus on anything for too long. Sweat beadedat his brow, and everywhere they touched made it obvious he was burning up.
“So,” Nuri spread his thighs even wider, “do it. No one is stopping you.”
Sex wouldn’t solve all of their problems, but it could fix this one at least.
“Don’t hold back,” he told him. “The doctor says the more you come, the more drug you’ll get out of your system.”
