Seyn let out an embarrassingly high-pitched sound, his eyes becoming unfocused.
“I’m not proud of this,” Ksar said, his grip bruising on Seyn’s hips as he started pounding into him, his breathing harsh and unsteady against Seyn’s ear. “This is all your fault. I should have been better than this.”
“Screw you,” Seyn said, but it came out as a moan as he pushed back on the delicious length inside him. How could this feel so good? It should have been disgusting. Some of his thoughts were disgusting, too: the ones that were screaming that yes, this was exactly what he’d been needing, a strong man with a thick cock who knew how to make him feel good, just…like…this…
“More,” he gasped, reaching back and digging his fingers into the hard muscle of Ksar’s ass, urging him on.
Ksar let out a desperate grunt, and then his mouth was at Seyn’s neck and he was biting it like a savage. Seyn wanted to protest. He wanted to beg for more. He did neither; he could only let out small whimpers as Ksar pounded him into his desk.
It was fast, dirty, and desperate. His whole world narrowed down to the hot, unsteady breaths against his nape, the hard body behind him, and the thick, perfect cock moving inside him, fucking him so good. He had no idea how long it lasted. The pleasure pulsed through him in waves, intense and unrelenting, taking him higher and higher, even though it felt like he was teetering at the edge all the time. Just a bit more—there—
Ksar’s hand wrapped around his cock and started stroking him hard and fast, in time with his thrusts.
“Come,” he said into Seyn’s ear, his voice so husky it was a growl.
Seyn really wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but, to his embarrassment, his body actually obeyed and he came, crashing with a shock of ecstasy. He coated the desk with his come, whimpering weakly. In an instant, every muscle in his body seemed to shift from being tightly wound to loose and trembling. Seyn collapsed onto his elbows, blood pounding in his head, and his heart trying to climb out of his throat. He was only distantly aware of Ksar’s cock softening inside him and Ksar’s come dribbling down his thighs. He hadn’t even noticed Ksar coming, but he must have. Maybe they had come together. He didn’t know. He couldn’t think. His eyelids slipped shut and he might have blacked out for a short while.
The next thing Seyn was fully aware of, he lay boneless on the desk, still shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm, his stomach and thighs sticky. He was pinned beneath Ksar’s heavy body as they both tried to steady their breaths.
Seyn blinked his eyes open and stared dumbly at the desk. His brain still didn’t seem to be working properly; that must have been the reason he felt so good and content with the world.
He felt more than heard a sigh against his neck before Ksar pulled out of him. Seyn shivered at the sensation, his body too sensitive. The air-conditioned air hit the beads of sweat on his back, and the feeling of contentment disappeared at once. Now he just felt awkward and weird, at a loss how to act.
Avoiding Ksar’s eyes, Seyn straightened, wincing at the soreness of the muscles he hadn’t even known about. His knees still felt a little weak as Seyn reached out for his discarded clothes and started putting them on, forcing himself to ignore the sticky mess on his thighs.
He could hear Ksar getting dressed too, but Seyn didn’t look his way, still feeling wrong-footed and weird. How was he supposed to look at the man he hated more than anything after sharing with him the most intense, pleasurable experience of his life?
“Don’t make it weird,” Ksar said.
Buttoning up his shirt, Seyn forced himself to look at him.
He found Ksar already impeccably dressed, his cravat the only thing missing from his attire. His face was absolutely unreadable. The only thing that betrayed that he’d just had rough, energetic sex was the air of satisfaction that still lingered about him.
“It was just sex,” Ksar said, meeting his eyes as his fingers (fingers that had been inside him) started tying his cravat. “It probably needed to happen. Now it’s over.”
“There’s still the betrothal contract,” Seyn said, trying to tie his own cravat—and trying to ignore the weird feeling in his gut.
“Not for long,” Ksar said, returning to his seat and bringing up some graphs. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I still have work to do. Borg’gorn, the records I requested.”
“Here they are, Your Highness,” the AI said.
Seyn turned away and left, doing his best to ignore the tight feeling in his gut. Ksar was right. They had fucked and finally snapped the weird tension that had always been between them. It wasn’t more complicated than that.