A hoarse laugh left Seyn’s mouth. “I think that’s the first compliment you’ve ever paid me, you asshole,” he said breathlessly, turning his head to nip at Ksar’s stubbled jaw. “And I’m not sure that even counts—you didn’t say it aloud.”
“If you’re still capable of talking, I’m doing something wrong. And I wasn’t aware you wanted compliments from me.”
“I didn’t—I don’t,” Seyn said, hating how unconvincing it sounded. He whined, pushing back onto Ksar’s cock. He was so full of him, but somehow, it still wasn’t enough. He wanted him deeper. He wanted more. “Ksar? Can we—you know?”
“That would be highly inadvisable,” Ksar gritted out, snapping his hips forward.
Seyn opened his eyes blearily. Ksar looked as drunk on pleasure as he felt.
“So? None of what we’re doing is advisable,” Seyn said. “Get in me. Wanna feel you from the inside.”
Ksar’s gaze darkened. “You’re a menace,” he said, but he did dismantle his shields completely and let their minds merge. Either he did it gentler this time, or Seyn was getting used to the sensation. Either way, it felt so good. Seyn sighed in bliss, overwhelmed by the double pleasure. He could feel how tight he was around Ksar’s cock, how good it felt to fuck into him, to press him into the mattress and have him. He was a little disgusted by how much pleasure he derived from taking Seyn in his own bed, in his own room, on the sheets that smelled of him. He wasn’t a primitive animal. This wasn’t his territory. Seyn wasn’t his territory.
“Stop overthinking it and fuck me,” Seyn grated out, pushing back on the hard, deliciously thick length in him. “You can freak out over your caveman tendencies later.”
Ksar glared at him, but his glares didn’t have quite the same effect when Seyn could feel how much Ksar liked having him under him, how much he wanted to fuck him into the mattress, to own him, to fill him up with his come until it was leaking down his thighs.
“I don’t have caveman tendencies,” Ksar bit off, tightening his grip on Seyn’s hips and slamming into him.
They both gasped as Seyn’s hole squeezed around his cock. So fucking tight. So fucking thick.
“Sure,” Seyn managed. “That’s why you’re getting off on having me in your own bed.”
Ksar glowered and snapped his hips forward, hitting that spot inside him with the precision that would have been unbelievable if Ksar wasn’t literally sharing his mind. Moaning, Seyn closed his eyes and relaxed against the cool sheets under him, giving himself over to the intense, overwhelming sensation of fucking and being fucked, Ksar’s mind enveloping him as tightly as Ksar’s heavy body on top of him. He didn’t think he’d ever felt so good in his life. So perfect. It felt like he was created for this, to be under this man, to have his cock and his mind inside him. He didn’t want this to ever end.
But it ended.
He came embarrassingly fast, but so did Ksar. Seyn could only moan Ksar’s name and hold on as waves upon wave of intense pleasure washed over him—over them.
He stared at the high ceiling, panting like he’d just run a marathon, his body still shaking with aftershocks.
Ksar started slipping out of him.
“No,” Seyn said, his arms tightening around Ksar. “Don’t pull out.”
Ksar paused and turned his head to look at him.
Their faces were so close Seyn could count Ksar’s every eyelash, could feel Ksar’s every breath.
“Are we talking about my cock or the merge?” Ksar said, his voice uncharacteristically slow and lazy—sleepy.
Seyn stared at him in wonder. He’d never seen Ksar sleepy.
“You would know what I meant if you read my mind,” Seyn murmured with a little smile. “It’s not like you’re shy to read people’s minds to get the information you want.”
“I don’t actually enjoy getting into people’s minds and reading their thoughts,” Ksar said, his thumb tracing Seyn’s smiling lips. “It’s not exactly pleasant. Unless the mind is fairly compatible with mine, it’s an equivalent of searching for something in a puddle of mud.”
Seyn snorted. “Are you seriously going to pretend you don’t find my mind pleasant? Seriously?”
“I didn’t mean you,” Ksar said, sounding faintly amused.
No, he didn’t sound amused. His voice was the usual flat, cold monotone with no inflection whatsoever. Seyn could feel Ksar’s amusement because they were still sharing a shallow merge.
Seyn frowned. “Why do you do this?”
“Do what?” Ksar said, lifting his eyebrows a little.
“Use that emotionless voice and pretend you don’t feel shit. It’s annoying.”
Ksar threaded his fingers through Seyn’s long hair, eyeing the silver locks with something that wasn’t unlike fascination. “I’m a politician. The less I give away, the less I’m vulnerable to manipulation.”
Frankly, Seyn was amazed that Ksar was actually bothering to explain himself. “We’re in bed, not in the Council.”