“You can suck my cock every day and it won’t change anything,” Ksar’s scathing voice said in his head.
Seyn smiled, undoing Ksar’s fly. “Every day, huh?”
Ksar’s gaze darkened. “Don’t anger me,” he said flatly. “You don’t want to anger me. Now get up. You look like a cheap whore.”
Seyn felt his face heat up, the haze of rage clouding his mind. “Isn’t that what you’re into?”
Knocking Seyn’s hands away from his crotch, Ksar got to his feet. “You don’t know what I’m into, but it isn’t you. Now leave.”
Breathing hard, Seyn glared up at that arrogant, impassive face. Heavens, he hated him. Every time Seyn thought it was impossible to hate him more, the urge to punch Ksar in the face rose to unseen levels. There was nothing he wanted more than to knock Ksar down a peg or two. He would do anything to achieve that.
“Let me suck your cock,” Seyn said softly, looking Ksar in the eye. “I liked it. I want to do it again.”
A muscle started ticking in Ksar’s jaw. “You can’t want anything of the sort when you have the bond. Do you take me for a fool?”
Trying to keep his hatred behind his shields, Seyn opened his carefully edited thoughts to Ksar, letting him see the weird, intense pleasure he’d felt when he’d sucked his cock. He’d enjoyed it. He’d hated that he’d enjoyed it but he had. It was true. It might not have been his own pleasure, but it had felt amazing. The slick heat of his mouth around Ksar’s cock had felt incredible. He hadn’t even known it was possible to experience that kind of pleasure.
“I liked it,” Seyn said honestly. “You know I did.”
He did want to do it again, just not for the reason he’d stated. But every good lie contained a bit of truth, and it would be impossible to fool Ksar if he were lying. Granted, if Ksar bothered to push deeper than his surface thoughts, he would see right through his lie, but Seyn wasn’t too worried about it—Ksar seemed to have an intense aversion for his “chaotic mind” and was unlikely to do it unless it couldn’t be helped.
“Come on,” Seyn murmured softly, reaching for Ksar’s fly. “Please.”
He’d half-expected Ksar to stop him again, but he didn’t.
Seyn wet his lips when Ksar’s cock sprang free, long, red, and glistening with lubrication. The sight of it seemed incredibly vulgar and wrong, considering that Ksar still had that impassive, haughty look on his face. It boggled Seyn’s mind that this pulsing, throbbing organ belonged to that perfect, put-together royal.
Leaning in, he gave the cock a long lick from the base to the tip, shivering at the trickle of pleasure coming from Ksar. Fuck. He’d actually forgotten how good it felt.
“Stop.”
Seyn hadn’t even noticed that he’d closed his eyes until he had to force them open.
Ksar was staring at him with an intense, unreadable look. “Clasp your hands behind your back and keep them there.”
Suppressing the urge to be contrary, Seyn did as he was told.
Ksar sat down in his chair, and, grabbing Seyn’s hair, yanked his face down to his crotch, his cheek pressing against Ksar’s cock.
“Look at you,” Ksar said, his other hand unbuttoning Seyn’s collar. He dragged his cock down Seyn’s chin, down his neck, smearing the lubricant all over his skin, something dark and nasty about his expression, before pushing his cock between Seyn’s lips.
Seyn almost lost his balance because of his clasped hands. He glared balefully at Ksar. “Do you have some weird bondage fetish?” he thought at Ksar.
“No,” Ksar said, pushing into his mouth slowly, his hand stroking Seyn’s throat from the outside, as if he wanted to feel his cock in Seyn’s throat. “I just like the idea of forcing you to take it.”
“You’re sick.”
Ksar’s lips curled. “People can get aroused by the most outlandish, strange thoughts—thoughts they would never act on. But then again, I wouldn’t expect you to know.”
“Why am I not surprised that you remain the same condescending asshole even during sex?”
“Sex?” Ksar said with a laugh, even as his cock started to thrust into him and his eyes glazed over with pleasure. “This isn’t sex.”
“Your cock in my mouth could have fooled me.”
Ksar looked him in the eye. “Sex needs at least two adult participants enjoying themselves. This is you servicing me for some misguided reason. Nothing more.”
Seyn was really tempted to bite off his cock. He was also really tempted to keep sucking it, to suck it harder, just a little more—
No. He wasn’t there to suck Ksar’s cock. He was there to make Ksar lose his composure and leave him hanging, not to enjoy it.
Seyn pulled off.
Ksar glared at him, his eyes glassy and a flush of color high on his cheekbones. “I didn’t tell you to stop.”