Page 102 of Xerxes Ascendant
Mish just chuckled, wrapped a towel around his waist, and sauntered out of the shower room.
“Out of order, brats!” Kyle heard him holler down the corridor. “But Master has generously offered us the use of hisprivate bath, so get your pretty little asses up those stairs so I can soap them up good!”
Akira shook his head. He made to speak, and as much as Kyle lived for that disparagingly dry wit, he enjoyed keeping his boyfriend wrong-footed even more. So he nuzzled at the delectable bulge beneath the man’s trousers with enough pressure to make Akira’s breath hitch.
“Oh,” Kyle said, pleased, as he undid his sub’s belt and fly to find him bare beneath. Arousal skyrocketed. “You’re not wearing any underwear.”
“That was what Sir wanted, was it not?” The words were a careful balance between demure and defiant.
“Quite certainly,” agreed Kyle, loving the idea that the well-dressed Master Epsilon had gone without briefs all day for him. That only his suit had stood between his sexy body and the whole of Xerxes, the expensive fabric rubbing against his dick in perpetual reminder of Kyle.
He licked a long stripe up the bobbing cock in front of his face, flicking his tongue around the head and then pressing it forcefully against his leaking slit.
Akira choked, reaching out for Kyle’s shoulders to steady himself.
“You’re so sensitive today, sweetheart,” Kyle murmured, and then, unable to hold back any longer, slid his mouth down over warm skin and thick veins, filling his throat with the taste and feel of him.
They both groaned as one, relaxing into each other, and Kyle set an impatient pace that was as much for his own enjoyment as it was Akira’s. Stars, he loved this. Listening to his boyfriend coming apart for him, feeling him shudder and gasp, his fingers tightening on Kyle’s shoulder until the grip turned pleasurably painful.
But it was the eager way that Akira then wrapped his other hand in Kyle’s hair and began to thrust insistently down his throat that made him grin around his impressive mouthful.
He wasn’t holding back. Tears sprang to Kyle’s eyes as the dick forced its way to the back of his throat, cutting off his air and only allowing slivers of relief as he drew back before fucking deep once more.
Kyle counted to sixty. His submissive deserved the treat, but after that fun minute of letting Akira use his Sir’s mouth as roughly and deep as he wanted, Kyle firmly eased the hand from the back of his head and stood up.
Akira’s hand moved instinctively to his own dick.
“Don’t you dare.” Kyle knocked it away with firm chastisement. The only one giving his boyfriend pleasure would be him.
AC/DC had captured Akira perfectly.Hot living, trigger-happy feeling. Touch him up and tease him.
He kissed him, forcibly feeding Akira the taste of his own arousal, and then wrapped his hand around that wicked cock and squeezed. Akira whined at either the pain or the interruption, and ground his hip against Kyle in wordless demand for more.
He chuckled. “My pet is feeling switchy, I see.”
He received a low, answering growl.
“Room six,” Kyle ordered. “Collar and cuff yourself.”
His boyfriend dipped his chin and left without argument. Alone in the showers, Kyle quickly did what he needed, too impatient to drag out the wait. There were times where it was fun to build up the sub’s anticipation like he had down on Level G when he’d had Akira quivering and begging...and then there were times like now, where Kyle felt like he might explode if he didn’t get his hands on his man again soon.
He pushed open the door to room six to find Akira agitatedly pacing its width. He’d stripped naked and had obediently donned the leather collar and wrist cuffs they’d played with a few nights ago, but as expected, he wasn’t on his knees or offering anything close to submission. Instead, his stance as he turned at Kyle’s entrance was defiant, approaching aggressive.
And it wasbeautiful. The strength in that slender body...the suppressed competence, the talent for violence, the immense restraint he employed each day to keep himself prim and proper.
His poor kitten needed an outlet.
Kyle lazily undressed, enjoying being watched in turn as he peeled his clothing off an item at a time. In a fit of irony, he tossed his boxers at the man who had gone without all night. Akira caught them deftly in one hand and brought the scrunched fabric to his nose and mouth, breathing it in deeply. Glittering dark eyes fixed on Kyle.
“All that pent-up energy you have tonight,” Kyle mused. He plucked his underwear from the man’s hands and tossed it aside, and then began to circle him. Refusing to expose his back, his submissive turned slowly on the spot to keep pace. “Would you like to spar, pet?”
Akira faltered. He looked surprised. “You would let me fight back?”
“Let you?” Kyle smiled, padded closer on bare feet and whispered his next words into his ear. “Sweetheart, I wouldwelcomeit.”
A sharp inhale. “What are the stakes?”
“Let’s see.” He paused for a moment, thinking, and then realised it didn’t need to be complex. A simple battle for dominance would do. “If I get you on your back, you’re at my mercy. And if you get me on mine, I’m wholly at yours.”
