Page 57 of Xerxes Ascendant
“Let me see,” Kyle demanded hoarsely, and this time Akira obeyed, drawing down the damp fabric to reveal Sandie’s cock nestled among blonde curls.
Gaze still locked with Kyle and holding intent promise, Akira fondled the stranger between them. Kyle’s breath caught. His own cock was straining from where it had been freed from his leather trousers, painfully hard and dark, and although the others stood out of reach, Kyle imagined that each leisurely rove of Akira’s talented hand over Sandie’s dick was on his own.
That clever twist of his wrist that had both Sandie and Kyle moaning. His other hand playing gently with the man’s balls, rolling their weight between his long fingers. A teasing tug on a curl of damp blonde hair – Kyle felt that one as a phantom sensation, having kept himself shaved down there since he began working at House Epsilon – and the languid, smooth strokes that showed off the Master’s remarkable expertise.
“Now finish him,” breathed Kyle.
A brushed thumb over Sandie’s leaking slit made him buck in Akira’s arms with a howl.
The Master steadily jerked him off from behind, not taking his eyes from Kyle’s even when the other man’s breathing hitched and he tensed up. Not when the blonde Carrion spilled all over Akira’s hand, or when he was promptly directed to suck it clean. Watching Akira’s slender fingers disappearing into that pouty mouth was just…fuck, Kyle needed his man in all the ways.Now.
“You were excellent,” Akira murmured in Sandie’s ear, easing the belt from around his neck and fixing up his ruinedboxers, and then patting him on the ass to gently nudge him towards the door.
Sandie glanced back with bleary eyes and a slack expression. “You...don’t want me to reciprocate?” he slurred, content from his own release.
“No, you rest up,” urged Akira. He shot Kyle a wickedly anticipatory look. “Someone else is in for it now.”
Yes.You, asshole.
“But the boss-”
“You heard what she said,” Akira said smoothly. “We’re fully paid for. You don’t owe us anything, Sandie.”
Kyle choked back a laugh. Trust the clever manipulator he called boyfriend to twist the situation so adeptly to his advantage. When Sinead heard that Master Epsilon had responded to her pointed insult of offering a paid sex worker by treating him as theclient...oh, he’d love to be a fly on the wall for that one. Hopefully when the gang leader got over her pettiness, she’d realise that Akira had saved both organisations from devolving into unnecessary conflict. The skin trade on Xerxes belonged to the Coterie, and it was careless stupidity to overstep that line if not seeking war.
“Okay,” Sandie agreed, too sated and blissed out to argue, and knocked on the door. Stepping into the room to rove suspicious glances over Kyle and Akira, after a few tense seconds the armed guard eventually let Sandie pass, and the door clicked shut behind them.
Akira stretched, casual and unconcerned, and then sauntered back over to a straining, enraged Kyle.
“I’m in the mood to get fucked,” the Master declared, coiling his belt back up around his wrist, “and you’re going to be the one to fill me.”
“Not with that attitude, I’m not.”
Akira’s answering smirk was smouldering and roguish. “And what’s to stop me from helping myself?”
He looked pointedly at where his Dom was still tied to the chair with his fly undone, and Kyle’s eyes narrowed in response. Akira thought he could ride his cock like it was a toy? Take what he wanted without Kyle being able to even touch him, let alone control how much the little slut took, and how?
Not happening.
“What’s stopping you is that you belong to your Sir,” Kyle said in a low voice. He was gratified to see how it made Akira’s pupils flare. “You’re going to undo these handcuffs and get naked on your hands and knees, and then you’re going to properlygrovel. I’ll fill your pretty little ass when I decide to, pet, not when you demand it.”
His man’s answering nod was quick and repentant. Kyle had guessed correctly: Akira was acting up in the hope of being put in his place. It was an interesting display of his switch nature, using his dominance to provoke Kyle into teasing out his submission.
Stars, Kyle adored the beautiful, natural complexity of Akira’s psyche and the opportunity to explore it. He adoredhim.
Dipping his gaze and keeping it subserviently downcast, his submissive circled behind him and began to manipulate the handcuffs. Kyle couldn’t see what he was doing, but within seconds the metal bracelets fell free from his wrists.
“Your turn, Sir,” Akira whispered.
“My turn,” Kyle agreed. He didn’t bother to keep the eager, promissory delight from his voice, and they both shuddered.
Yet surprisingly Akira caught his hands as Kyle pulled them back in front of himself; not to constrain but to reassure, rubbing soothing strokes with his thumbs across the chafed skin and then up his arms to where his muscles were aching from how he’d been kept bound. The firm pressure in exactly the right spots – it was no surprise that someone who enjoyed restraintsas much as Akira would know precisely how Kyle had been suffering – was welcome enough that he let himself enjoy it for nearly a minute before standing up and wrapping a hand around his sub’s throat.
“You,” Kyle said, shoving him hard against the wall and then following with his own body to keep him pinned. Akira could be sneakily agile, and now that Kyle had given himself permission to have the man he’d chased after for so long, he had no intention of letting the slippery prick get away.
“Yes, Sir?” Akira whispered, eyes bright and excited. He squirmed against the wall, thoroughly trapped and yet still determined to rub himself teasingly on Kyle. But when Kyle didn’t move to take advantage, his expression fell into an insolent pout.
The Master of House Epsilon, one of the eight members of the prestigious Coterie,pouting. It was an adorable sight: the normally composed and contemptuous man, currently sulking because he wasn’t getting punished as quickly or severely as he had hoped.
