Page 20 of Sinner
His arms were around Nix’s shoulders before he could finish that sentence, pulling him in close enough his face was squished against Yejun’s chest. “Is that what this is about? Have you been worrying about me being upset with you again? Over Juri?”
“Aren’t you?” Nix’s words were muffled, but he didn’t try to pull away.
Which sort of broke Yejun’s heart a little.
“He played you. It wasn’t your fault. I don’t blame you at all.” Yejun eased him back and reached blindly for the shirt he’d dropped a second ago when he’d grabbed Nix. “I promise, even if I ever am mad at you again in the future, I’ll never resort to violence with you. Not again.”
Nix blew out a breath. “But…”
“Don’t worry, baby.” Yejun smiled at him reassuringly. “I’ll still give you what you want. Take off the rest of your clothes.”
He hesitated, but not for long. Nix got to his feet and stepped back to give himself space to follow the order. His pantsand underwear were discarded and left to soak up the rain, then he was kneeling in front of Yejun all over again, his dick semi-hard from the anticipation alone.
“Swear you aren’t mad?” Nix asked in a somewhat shaky tone.
Had it been a test? Had he purposefully asked to be roughed up to see if Yejun would really do something like that to him again, despite his word not to?
If so, Yejun deserved it.
And he’d prove him wrong.
He’d prove that Nix could trust himself in his hands.
“I’m not mad,” he reassured, and then gently urged Nix onto his back. “Lift your legs and put your hands beneath your knees.”
More hesitation, but Nix complied.
Yejun tied one of the sleeves of his shirt around Nix’s right wrist and then secured it to Nix’s left, making sure it was tight enough he wouldn’t be able to wiggle his way out of it. With his legs trapped with his arms beneath them, he was forced into a position that put it all on display.
“What are you going to do?” Nix asked.
“I’m different from West,” Yejun began, tracing a palm over the plush curve of Nix’s ass. “Less…creative in the bedroom. I don’t like to play with fancy toys or make you suffer. It’s as you said. I get off on breaking you down all on my own, through skilled touches and sweet words.”
Nix was already trembling. “June.”
He found Nix’s entrance and rubbed his thumb around the tight ring of muscle. He’d missed this, being able to touch him. He was going to take advantage. Shamelessly.
“I’m going to milk your prostate, Firebird,” he divulged, slipping his thumb inside to stretch his hole teasingly.
“What?”
“You heard me.” With his other hand, Yejun tapped at Nix’s taint a couple of times before applying some pressure.
Nix sucked in a breath, back bowing, his left foot coming dangerously close to knocking Yejun on the head.
“Careful.” June folded him more, until Nix’s knees were pressed to his chest. “Hold this position.”
Before he could complain, Yejun removed his thumb and then slid his pointer finger deep into his ass, feeling around until he found the fleshy, wrinkled patch of skin inside of him. “Here it is.”
He started massaging the area, smirking when Nix started to writhe almost immediately. His touch remained firm, yet gentle, with his other hand on the back of Nix’s thigh to keep him firmly in place and unable to get away from the onslaught of sensation.
“Is it too much?” he teased, laughing when Nix cried out.
“Yes!”
“Prostate milking is fun, I can’t believe we haven’t done this before. Have the others done this to you yet?”
“No!” Nix seemed like he was trying to hold back, but then admitted, “I don’t like it! Stop!”
