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I've made up my mind
Misha
Good for you :) What about?
Kyle
I ain't wasting no more time
Misha
Is this about Master?
He still cares for you, I know that
I really think you'll be good together.
Wait
Fuck
You're doing that thing again, aren't you?
Don't do it
Kyle
Here I go again
Misha
Damn right you are. I'm blocking your number.
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Kyle
Here I go again
CHAPTER 21
Akira
“Watch out for-”
Kyle scooped Akira into his arms and stepped smartly to the side, avoiding by a mere inch the vicious arc of electricity that had lunged from the exposed lock. Akira blinked away the afterimage, his heart racing from both the close call and being quite literally swept off his feet, and took a moment to enjoy how he was held securely to Kyle’s warm chest.
The blonde glanced tenderly down at him and brushed a brief kiss against Akira’s forehead. “It really is amazing how you managed to save me so many times when you’re terrible at looking after yourself,” he teased in a low murmur, expressing the same sentiment Akira often despaired about him in turn. “Perhaps you should show me how…gratefulyou are for the rescue?”
“I would love nothing more than to be worshipping that sexy piercing in your cock with my tongue,” Akira responded. The honesty made his voice raw with lust, and Kyle’s eyes flashed with the same. “But I didn’t break that lock for nothing.” He gestured at the damaged spread of electronics, the sparks now dissipated, and the door that the lock had once protected. “Maybeafterwe get inside?”
“Negotiating, are we, pet?” Kyle set him back down on his feet and gave him a playful nudge with his shoulder. “Then my counter-offer is that you do your worshipping with the back of your throat instead. It’s been too long since I had you choking around me, helpless and gagging.”
“I don’t gag,” Akira tossed back disdainfully, acutely aware he was playing with fire and looking forward to his Dom attempting to prove him wrong. Kyle’s deep, sinister chuckle in his ear said he’d relish the same.
The door opened easily under Akira’s touch. One lock, able to be disabled by overloading its circuits: disappointingly simple security for the mayor’s own office, but he supposed it required the infiltrator to have already bypassed the isolation of the magical suspension and navigated the various traps they’d encountered in the building’s stairwells and hallways. Tripwires attached to security gates, motion triggers, and runes embedded in walls and floors that were designed to immobilise intruders in variously creative ways. No expense had been spared in protecting the most powerful man in Xerxes, yet ironically it had been Benedict’s pride in his defences that had undermined their effectiveness.
And Akira had a long memory. It may have been over ten years ago that he’d been in this building as a wide-eyed and over-priced eighteen-year-old, but he remembered every second of the tour Mackenroth had personally given to emphasise the disparity between them. Bragging of his immense wealth to a Xerxian so desperate for credits of his own that he was selling his body for pleasure? Hardly the flourish the mayor seemed to think it was.
