Page 65 of Quiet
Isa could see the gears turning as Briar’s focus went from sated lust to the art place. Briar wanted to lay Isa out and use him as his own personal canvas. It was plain as day to Isa. The urge was swiftly overwhelming the man.
Isa summoned energy from his reserves and waved his hands in front of Briar’s face to distract him. “Later. You can paint me later. If you do it now, I’ll have to wash it off before the play.”
Briar cocked his head to the side and frowned. It was almost a pout, and Isa nearly died from cute overload.
“I-if you want, we can do it tomorrow,” Isa said in a rush, fighting the blush threatening to overtake his body at the suggestion. His desire to be the sole object of Briar’s attention was more intoxicating than it had any right to be, but it was at war with his upbringing. He was taught to stay quiet, not seek attention, and to only give to others. Never to receive.
This was the first time anything had been entirely about what Isa wanted. And Briar’s attention was unparalleled. Isa was sure a thousand years of it wouldn’t be enough.
Briar shook his head like he was recalibrating and focused on Isa’s face. “Tomorrow,” he said, nodding like they were making an ironclad agreement.
Then he sat up and made to get out of bed but paused. Briar frowned down at his hands and body and crinkled his nose. “Sticky.”
Isa couldn’t help but laugh. In the moment, Briar had seemed to lose all of his sensory issues, but now that the sex was over, his hands were back to being a sacred temple.
“Next time we’re doing this at your place. How the heck are we supposed to clean this up?”
Briar gave another little half smile atnext time. “How do you usually clean up?”
“I don’t! If-if I have to, erm, I usually just, you know, in the shower.”
“The public shower?” Briar got an annoyed look on his face.
“Don’t judge me.”
“Where anyone could walk in on you?”
“Well, I only do it when no one’s around . . .”
“You should move in with me.”
“School’s almost over, Briar. It’s really a nonissue at this point.”
Briar hmphed, and Isa got the impression he wasn’t done with the conversation.
“I think there’s a bottle of water on my desk.” Isa stood up to check but staggered at the first step. “Ow.” Somehow, he’d forgotten the monster cock his body had hosted only a few minutes earlier. He wasn’t even going to begin to think about the wetness making its way down the inside of his thighs. Isa leaned against the bed, afraid to sit down, but not certain he was up for standing either.
A complex set of emotions passed across Briar’s face. Isa identified guilt, but it was mixed in with pride and a few other things that had a proprietary nature. He went around the bed and helped Isa lay back down. “Let me get it.”
“No, it’s fine—” But Briar already had the water in hand and was reaching for the towel Isa had left on the back of his desk chair.
It was an exercise in self-control, not letting himself get carried away with Briar as they cleaned up—not that Briar let Isa do anything. Every time he tried, Briar would take his hands and press them back down on the bed. Even though Isa would have been about nine times faster at cleaning himself up, he couldn’t bring himself to argue with the way Briar kissed every mark he’d left on Isa’s skin.
“Does it hurt?” Briar asked as he inspected Isa’s hip, now sporting five fingertip-shaped bruises.
“No, it’s fine, really!” Isa tried to push Briar’s hand away and got both his hands gathered into one large one while Briar soothed the skin with his tongue.
“Does that mean I can do it again?” Briar asked. Then proceeded to suck another bruise into Isa’s sensitive skin without waiting for an answer.
All thoughts of food or leaving the bed ever again vanished from Isa’s mind as Briar’s mouth worked its way toward Isa’s cock, already half hard from their clean-up session.
The sound of knocking was far away and had no relevance to Isa’s current reality.
Until, of course, it did.
Chapter25
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