The instant obedience was … heady.
Chase wasn’t blushing now, or giving any sort of sly smile that could be taken as encouragement. He didn’t seem to be angling for another invitation either. He seemed instead like he’d be perfectly content walking out of Killian’s house with only a friendly goodbye between them. By all appearances, he could be nothing more than a polite and helpful houseguest, and not someone who’d slept wrapped in Killian’s arms all night.
But hehaddone such a thing. Killian had stayed awake longer than he should have bearing witness to it.
Killian had thought it had been enough the night before, the way he’d fucked Chase’s mouth like a madman and jerked him off just as ferociously. Killian had been sated and self-satisfied as he’d washed them both off in the shower, Chase pliant as stretched-out taffy under Killian’s ministrations.
But then they’d returned to the bedroom, and Chase had smelled only of body wash and shampoo, and Killian had gotten … irritated.
He’d plopped Chase on the bed, taken out a condom, and asked Chase his color in a gruff voice not at all his own. (“Green,” Chase had answered immediately, dropping his legs wide open. “Green, Alpha.”)
Then Killian had fucked the boy into a weeping mess.
Chase had been on his back this time. So Killian could see his face. So he could watch him go from calm but aroused to that same empty, glassy-eyed headspace as before.
And it had been just as addicting as it had been watching it happen with Killian’s cock down Chase’s throat.
Afterward, Killian had cleaned Chase up with only a washcloth, leaving the majority of his scent on the boy, allowing them both to drift off to sleep reeking of alpha pheromones and sex.
So that should have been it. Killian had gotten what he’d wanted: the sight of Chase Adler on his knees, pretty lips wrappedaround Killian’s cock. Killian had it burned into his brain for the rest of eternity. And he’d fucked him twice now, which was two times more than he ever should have.
That should definitely be it. He could put it all out of his mind now.
Except.
“I want to fuck you bare.”
Once again, Killian didn’t recognize his own voice. This gruff desperation wasn’t at all him.
Chase’s pretty green eyes widened only slightly in surprise. “Sir?”
Killian’s mouth moved entirely without his permission. “I’m going to get tested, and you’re going to get tested, and we’re not going to fuck anyone else until this thing between us has run its course. Say yes if you agree.”
“Yes,” Chase said after a moment. He cocked his head. Killian still had hold of his wrist, but Chase didn’t seem in any hurry to free his arm. “When will this thing have run its course, exactly?”
“Soon, I fucking hope.”
Chase didn’t so much as wince at the harsh words, and that made Killian feel ten times worse. He released his hold immediately. “I’m sorry. I’m an asshole before my second cup of coffee.”
Chase shrugged. “I’m a student. You’re a teacher. It’s natural to be uncomfortable with it.”
“That’s no reason for me to be a dick. Come here.”
Chase stood and rounded the table, and Killian pulled him onto his lap. He meant to say something comforting, but he somehow ended up kissing the beta, too hungry and demanding by half for eight in the fucking morning.
But Chase let him. He opened his mouth and sank into Killian’s hold and let Killian fuck his mouth with his tongue as desperately as he wanted.
It was Killian who had to break the kiss, panting out the words. “I’m not going to take that shit out on you. And if I try, you won’t let me. Got it? Say, ‘Yes, Alpha.’”
“Yes, Alpha.”
“You can end it at any time.”
Chase’s eyes were unreadable as he answered, “I know.”
Another knot loosened, this time somewhere in Killian’s chest. The relief made him greedy. “I want to fuck you again before you drive home.”
Chase nodded eagerly. “Okay.”