Chapter 13 #2
“Kylix asked why they left me behind,” he said once they’d finished the plate. “It was because my static escaped. It always comes to protect me. I just—I wanted out. That cage was awful. The not knowing, being locked up like an animal… It was terrifying."
“But you escaped the cage.” Daven set the tray aside and crawled back up behind Ryneth, sliding a hand over his slim hips, down to his underwear. Ryneth was still hard, and he shivered when Daven traced the outline of his cock with his rings. “And I’ve put you in mine.”
Ryneth twisted hard, trying to roll out from under him. “I’m not in your cage.”
The static flared again, hotter and closer this time, snapping toward Daven’s shoulder.
“Wrong answer.” Daven pinned him flat with air, forcing his wrists above his head.
“I—I didn’t—”
“No, that’s right. You didn’t.” Daven pressed his lips to Ryneth’s throat and bit, squeezing his dick at the same time.
Ryneth moaned, hips bucking even as he snarled, “I can’t trust you.”
“Can’t trust me?” Daven asked against the delicate skin over Ryneth’s Adam’s apple. “Tell me, aethera. If you can’t trust me, then who can you trust?”
“I don’t know. You fucking—you fucking…” He looked down, panting, when Daven’s air slid under the fabric of his shirt and ripped it open, buttons skittering across the floor.
“Well, I do. You don’t get handed over like a package.
” His voice dropped. “Not when I’m the one touching you.
You are valuable, Ryneth. But you keeping secrets means I have to remind you whose hands you’re in.
” He let his air embrace Ryneth’s engorged cock and stroked while he humped against the other man’s ass.
Ryneth arched. Static burst free.
“That’s right. Show me how you hate me. Go on,” Daven breathed. “Fight me. Let it out.”
Ryneth threw his head back, arching into Daven or trying to get away from him, Daven didn’t care. Ryneth wasn’t going anywhere.
The lights flickered. Glass cracked somewhere in the penthouse.
Daven laughed, then latched onto Ryneth’s collarbone once again. “No, aethera. That’s not how good boys behave.”
“You fucking asshole.”
“Is that it, baby? Are you scared of me? Is that why you kept secrets from me?”
“No,” Ryneth grumbled. He let out a filthy moan when Daven replaced the air with his hand, fisting Ryneth’s veiny, thick length. “I’m not afraid of anyone.”
“Beautiful liar.” Daven rolled Ryneth onto his back and loomed over him. Straddling the other man’s thighs, he pressed their erections together and rolled his hips, loving how his air teased around his balls as it spoiled them both.
“You’re scared. And you should be.” Leaning in, Daven spread the torn shirt and sucked on one of Ryneth’s nipples, making the other man arch off the bed.
“You should be terrified,” he murmured as he licked and teased the bud before dragging his tongue to the other nipple, lavishing it with the same treatment.
“I’m not,” Ryneth choked. “I’ll fight them. I’ll fight anyone who comes too close.”
“Will you now?” Daven’s chest tightened when more static came to Ryneth’s rescue, frying a cable in its wake. The room flickered for a long second, and he knew now exactly when Ryneth had arrived on Helion. It had been during his Aureate. He’d felt him then.
This beautiful fool who still thought the world was a fair place.
“Will you let them take me?” Ryneth asked.
“Oh, baby.” Daven’s air whooshed over Ryneth’s body, exposing more of his skin while his hips kept gyrating against the other man’s. “If they try to collect you, I’ll collect you first.”
With a final kiss, Daven climbed off the bed and looked to where Ryneth lay, eyes blown from the opium that still swam in his blood. His lips were swollen from the kisses, his skin flushed, his silver eyes too bright under those white lashes.
“So beautiful,” Daven praised as he reached for the lube.
Ryneth’s eyes tracked his every movement. He licked his lips when his gaze snagged on the oil in Daven’s palm, then he gave him a slow once-over.
“Ever done this before, aethera?”
Ryneth tilted his chin in defiance, but Daven grinned when he saw his eyes flicker with hesitation.
“Well? Ever played with another man? Ever showed him how to be a good boy?” Stalking back to the bed, he climbed on and settled between Ryneth’s spread legs, the air pinning the other man in exactly the position he wanted him.
“Of course I have,” Ryneth bristled, but his blush suggested otherwise. “Do you think I’m a virgin?”
“I don’t know. Are you?” Daven traced a slick finger over Ryneth’s inner thighs, down to his balls and up his hard, silky shaft. “Trust me, with how I’m going to show you what obedience looks like, it’s safer to mention it before.”
Blue light flickered in the room.
Daven looked around, caught by its beauty. By its significance. Ryneth’s static really was like a voice for emotions Ryneth didn’t dignify with words himself.
“I’ll take that as a yes, aethera.”
Squeezing his balls, he used his air to hoist one of Ryneth’s long legs over his shoulder.
“First of all, you drive me fucking crazy.” He reached out and splayed his palm over Ryneth’s heart. The moment he made contact, the static died. “If you have something to say, use your words. Don’t try to fry me.”
Ryneth fumed, nostrils flaring. His mouth opened as if he wanted to say something, but the words froze on his lips before they were formed.
“No? Got nothing to say to that? What about this?”
Lifting Ryneth’s other leg, Daven threw it over his free shoulder, making sure both his thighs were spread wide, then showed Ryneth the bottle and poured the oil onto his crease.
“Fuck, that’s cold.”
“Don’t worry, aethera. You’ll soon be warm. Now, tell me.” Daven left open-mouthed kisses on Ryneth’s inner thighs and moved up to his weeping dick, licking his way up to the wet tip. “Are you still a virgin?”
Ryneth squeezed his eyes shut and gave a jerk of his chin.
That was…strangely cute. And fucking amazing. Ryneth was his. And he was Ryneth’s first. His first fuck.
His only fuck.
The thrumming under Daven’s skin intensified.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll ravage you nice and easy.
Hold you by nothing but my air,” Daven promised.
He slid his wet fingers down Ryneth's rim and circled the delicate skin, watching as Ryneth tensed, lips wobbling, enjoying the needy whimper the touch pulled from the man’s throat.
“Feel that, aethera? That’s me marking you with my hands. ”
Dipping his fingers inside Ryneth’s hole, he felt the muscles tighten around him.
Ryneth groaned. “It doesn’t feel good. It feels weird.”
“Relax for me and it will soon feel better.”
"If you’re lying, I’ll get revenge on you,” Ryneth panted. His head lolled back as Daven let his air caress the other man’s chest and stomach, while he slowly kept on working him open with one finger.
Ryneth clawed at the air, his body bucking against the invisible restraints.
“That’s it, baby. That’s a good boy.” Adding a second lubed finger, Daven kept scissoring him open, slowly working the tight ring loose.
“You’re loosening up for me, aethera. For the only one touching you like this.
And when you’re ready, I’m going to fuck the stubbornness out of you until you forget what anyone else ever did to you.
You’re going to come on my cock, and you’re going to remember exactly who put you there. ”