It felt both incredibly intimate and incredibly filthy: holding Seyn’s gaze as they fucked, seeing Seyn’s eyes cloud with pleasure and letting Seyn see every shift in his expression.
“Want you deeper,” Seyn said, fingers digging into the hard muscle of Ksar’s ass. “Deeper, come on.”
“I’m as deep as it gets,” Ksar gritted out, his balls pressed flush against Seyn’s buttocks. He pulled out and slammed in again, his frustration mounting as the desire to get deeper started driving him crazy. He glared at the young man under him. “Quit it.”
“I’m not doing anything,” Seyn moaned, hands trying to pull Ksar’s hips closer, as if his cock could get any deeper inside him. “Come on!” he demanded, all but sobbing, his cheeks flushed and his eyes moist.
Ksar looked down at him in frustration, his body pulsing with want so strong that he felt breathless with it. He knew what was happening, even though he’d only heard of it before. It was his own fault. He’d had sex with telepaths before and he’d never let his shields down even a little, but he’d allowed Seyn to feel what he was feeling multiple times. It was inevitable that it would backlash. Now Seyn wanted—needed—telepathic connection on top of the physical one.
“I need,” Seyn croaked out, writhing under him like he was possessed. He threw his legs over Ksar’s shoulders, trying to get him deeper. “I need—I need—”
Swearing elaborately, Ksar undid all his remaining shields and let his mind merge with Seyn’s at the same time as he slammed his cock into him.
Seyn sobbed out, their combined pleasure flooding Ksar’s senses to the point of overwhelming him. It felt so good that each thrust of his cock felt like a small orgasm. He was only distantly aware of low, animalistic noises coming out of his throat as he slammed into Seyn with the urgency he’d never felt in his life, the act becoming more carnal and pure instinct. With their minds connected, it was natural to perfectly time each thrust to satisfy the man under him, and before long, Seyn was coming—they were coming, wrapped around each other in a tight embrace.
Ksar collapsed on top of him, shaking with his entire body and breathing hard, his mind sluggish and dazed with pleasure. He only had the presence of mind to roll them to their sides, but Seyn made a protesting sound, clutching at his shoulders. “Don’t leave me,” he whispered.
Ksar opened his eyes and stared blankly at the couch cushion.
As if only just realizing what he’d said, Seyn tensed under him before shoving him off. “Get off me, you big oaf.”
Ksar got to his feet and reached for his carelessly discarded clothes, still feeling more than a little shaken.
He started dressing, not looking Seyn’s way as he tried to regain his equilibrium. He put on his pants and walked to the mirror with the rest of his clothes.
Ksar grimaced, looking at the fingernail marks all over his arms and back. “I look like I had a fight with a wild cat,” he remarked, slipping into his shirt and fastening it.
Behind him, Seyn scoffed. “I look like I was mauled by one, so we’re even.”
Hooking his cravat around his neck, Ksar turned around and found Seyn in front of the other mirror. He was trying to make himself presentable and largely failing. His silver hair looked like a disaster, his jaw and neck covered in red marks Ksar couldn’t remember leaving.
“That’s why you should wear a cravat,” Ksar said, walking toward him.
Seyn made a face at him in the mirror. “I do wear it—when I have to.”
Ksar turned him around and, taking his cravat off, started tying it around Seyn’s neck.
Seyn’s brows pinched. “I don’t wear white cravats,” he said after a moment.
Ksar didn’t look away from the task at hand. He didn’t let his fingers graze the creamy skin, even though they itched to. It was highly disconcerting. He’d just had a very satisfying orgasm, easily the most satisfying in his life.
“Now you do,” he said.
“The white color doesn’t suit me.”
“It does,” Ksar said testily, biting back the urge to say that anything suited Seyn. “You just like being contrary.”
Seyn lifted his chin, involuntarily drawing Ksar’s eyes to his puffy, well-kissed mouth. “I don’t want to wear anything of yours.”
Ksar gave him a flat look. “You refuse to wear my cravat, but you just had my cock in you.”
Seyn glowered at him, his cheeks flushing slightly. “It was a mistake. A moment of madness.”
Ksar’s stomach clenched.
“A rare occasion I agree with you.”
“Good.” Seyn crossed his arms over his chest. “Now go away. I don’t want to see you in my house again.”
“It doesn’t matter what you want. I’ll be very surprised if your brother allows me entry after what happened today.”
Seyn’s brows furrowed. He shot him a look Ksar couldn’t quite decipher. The lack of knowledge was…jarring after they’d had their minds merged just a little while ago.