Page 21 of Sinner
“You said you wanted me to tie you down and have my way with you.”
“June!”
“Maybe this is for the best,” he surmised, noting the use of his nickname. If Nix really wanted him to stop, he’d call him Yejun. “Maybe this really is the way back to your heart. We can start at the beginning. You remember? The first time I took you in the art room? You said no then too. Do you think about that still? I do. I can still vividly picture the way you looked, my come dripping from this tight hole of yours.”
Too late, he recalled the other connotation that’d been tied to that event. The one where his painting had been shared with the entire school.
That wasn’t as fond a memory for Nix, and before his Firebird could think on it, Yejun pressed in harder.
“Look how red your dick is.” He drew his attention elsewhere, wanting him to remain distracted. “You’re leaking all over the place, and all I’ve done is rub your prostate. I’m not even moving my fingers in and out.”
“Yejun, please, I want to come.”
“Already?”
“June.”
“I’m not done yet. I said I was going to milk you.” He reached around and gave one solid pump to Nix’s dick before releasing him. “You haven’t released any prostatic fluid. Let’s keep going.”
“It’s too much,” Nix argued. “I feel…funny.”
“It’s not like this is the first time we’ve messed with your prostate.” They may never have milked him like this, would have played with the sensitive spot during intercourse, before or after, but still.
“This is different!”
“Of course it is.” Yejun pretended to consider. “Let’s get all that built-up fluid out of you, and then we can discuss taking things further.”
“Discuss?” Nix actually growled at him, seeming to forget his current position in the heat of the moment. “I swear to the gods, Yejun Sang, if you don’t give me your cock after this, I’ll bite it off the next time it comes close to my teeth.”
“That desperate to get fucked, huh?” Yejun laughed at him.
“Wait.” Nix tensed all of a sudden. “Hold on. It feels weird.”
“So you’ve said.”
“No, I mean I think I’m going to—” He whined and tossed his head as a burst of clear liquid squirted from his dick. It splattered across his chest, mixing with the rainwater collecting there.
“Good boy,” Yejun praised.
And kept pressing.
“Wait.” Nix’s eyes went wide when he realized June wasn’t stopping. “Hold on. I did it. I did what you wanted. Stop.” His entire body was convulsing, the words a struggle to get out, though he managed.
Yejun watched in awe all the while, ringing every last sensation from him, relishing in the feel of his hole clenching around his finger and the way his erect dick bobbed between his thighs.
“I heard there’s no limit to how many of these you can have,” Yejun said. “Prostate orgasms? Should we put that to the test?”
“Absolutely not!”
“Hmm.” Yejun tilted his head. “Five then. I think I’ll be satisfied then. You give me five and we’ll call it, okay?”
“Not okay!” Nix had barely gotten the statement out before another one hit him and his dick spurted.
“That’s two,” Yejun whistled. “Three more to go.”
“No, no, no!”
But June was determined.
