Kota’s head clunked against the wall, tongue timid as it moved over his. The little sounds of surprise he made encouraged Walker to keep kissing him.
“For someone who claimed he wasn’t innocent, you sure kiss like a nervous virgin,” Walker murmured, pressing his thigh between Kota’s parted legs. Something clenched in his gut when Kota ground against him.
“To be fair, I’ve never kissed a killer before,” he said as he pulled Walker back in.
His attempt at humor was ruined by how breathless he sounded.
Each kiss lingered a little longer, went a little deeper, a little dirtier, Kota needily rutting against his leg like a puppy. Walker could feel the tension bleeding out with every passing second, Kota slowly melting beneath his hands.
“I’ll go nice and slow,” Walker said, sliding his hands down to his ass, squeezing firmly to help him find a rhythm.
The promise seemed to relax Kota more than anything else had all night. Walker wasn’t lying either; he forced Kota’s hips into a slow roll, addicted to the tiny gasps of pleasure that escaped each time the pressure got to be too much.
“How—How long are we allowed to be here?” Kota asked.
His voice came out shaky, breathless from kissing, his chest rising and falling a little too fast.
“Long enough for me to get you off and still let you shower,” Walker promised, biting at his lips until they were raw and swollen.
Kota gave him a look that seemed equal parts anticipation and nerves.
“Oh…” Kota managed, biting his lip as Walker dropped to his knees.
He looked shocked, like the sight of Walker lowering himself in front of him sent a rush of disbelief through him.
Walker made short work of Kota’s button and zipper, then dragged his jeans and underwear down to his ankles. He was fully hard, his cock flushed a deep red and straining, already wet at the tip. Walker watched as the cool air against the boy’s overheated skin made him shiver. His fingers found Walker’s shoulders absently—not to push him away, but like he needed something solid to hold on to.
Walker glanced up briefly, meeting his gaze, a low growl escaping at what he saw. Kota was panting, staring down at him with wide eyes and spit-slicked lips. How could anyone look so innocent with their dick out?
Walker wrapped his hand around him, the skin scorching. Kota made the sexiest little noise when the older man stroked him slowly. The flustered look on his face made Walker feel like a monster, like a wolf taking advantage of a bunny. It seemed wrong for someone with as many sins as Walker to be able to touch someone as sweet and trusting as Kota.
Somehow, that made it more of a turn on for him. Walker wasn’t a good guy. He didn’t even try to be. He’d spent most of his life taking what he wanted, consequences be damned. And he’d take Kota, too. He’d take him and use him over and over until Kota knew nothing but Walker, wanted nobody else but him. He’d make himself Kota’s protector, his keeper, the only one who could satisfy him in every conceivable way. In exchange, Kota just had to give him everything. Trust him. Love him. Worship him.
Was that too much to ask?
Walker tipped his head up, locking eyes with Kota before running his tongue over the length of him, tongue teasing at his slit, tasting the bitterness there before he swallowed him down. Kota gasped, knocking Walker’s hat to the floor to grip his hair with both hands, holding tight.
Walker bobbed his head, groaning around the younger man each time Kota tugged on his hair hard enough to hurt. He wasn’t overly large, not compared to Walker, but whenever his cock hit the back of Walker’s throat, he would cough, dragging sweet little cries from Kota, who seemed lost to the sensations he was experiencing.
Kota lost all decorum quickly, pulling Walker closer as he thrust deep enough to make him gag, the wet sound reverberating off the tiles. Walker let him fuck his mouth before pinning his hips to the wall. He pulled off to look up at him, his expression stern.
“Hold still,” he warned.
“I’m trying,” Kota whined. “It just feels so good. Don’t stop.”
Walker hated how much his whining turned him on. “Is that how you ask for something, squirrel?”
Kota released a shaky little sob that went straight to Walker’s own neglected dick. “I’m sorry. Please. Please, don’t stop. It feels so good…toogood. I love it so much.”
Walker’s nostrils flared as Kota’s unfiltered thoughts escaped. “Yeah?”
Kota nodded emphatically, his hips still trying to work his cock back into Walker’s mouth.
“Behave yourself,” Walker said, rubbing his thumb over Kota’s leaking tip, digging his blunt nail into the slit until he cried out.
“I’m trying,” Kota said, “but you’re taking too long. Do you know how long it’s been since someone’s touched me like this?”
The idea of someone else touching Kota knocked loose an almost animalistic growl. “How long?”
