Chapter 16
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“On your knees.”
Reno dropped to the ground as soon as Luka closed the flat’s door behind them.
Luka looked down at Reno, at the anxious line of his brows, the down curve to his lips, the demure way he looked up through his lashes.
The fragility of his posture made Luka stop and crouch down, take Reno’s chin in his hand, and lean forward just enough to brush their lips together.
Reno whimpered, chasing after Luka, but a hand to Reno’s shoulder stilled him.
Luka felt his heart in his throat as he admitted, “I’m terrified.”
A whisper: “Why?”
“I’ve only just started to know how it is to have you, and they’ll try to pull you away from me. Things will change, now.”
Reno shook his head, but Luka could tell it was a hollow denial.
“You are too well-behaved. You won’t risk everything just for a man you’ve known for a few months. You’re smarter than that.”
“No—”
Luka pressed a finger against Reno’s lips. “Hush.” He let his finger slide against Reno’s plush lower lip, and as Reno parted his lips to sigh, Luka scraped a nail delicately inside Reno’s mouth. “Let me enjoy you while I have you.”
Reno’s eyes were so pleading that it almost broke Luka.
He knew Reno believed in the impossible, in the fantasy they were busy building, and parts of Luka believed in it too.
He stared down at that future, mapping out its course if he were to stay with Reno in London, and there would always be a breaking point.
He didn’t think either of them would give up on this beautiful thing forming and shaping between them, but the world around them would never stop trying to break them apart.
Reno didn’t worry like he did.
Reno always fell to his knees and agreed to whatever Luka asked, but a hollow part of him knew Reno folded to his bosses, his career, just as easily as he folded for Luka.
“You just want to be good, don’t you?”
Reno’s eyes widened, the pitch black of his iris so stark in his surprise.
“You can answer me.”
“Yes," Reno said, his cheeks turning pink. “I want to be good for you.”
“Not just for me," Luka said. “You like being good for everyone.”
Reno didn’t reply, casting his eyes to the floor instead.
“You’re good for everyone. Your friends, your work, your band. What would happen if you had to choose? No, that’s unfair. I wouldn’t let you think twice about picking me over it all. I’d go.”
Reno made a pained noise, and Luka could see all of his self-control keeping him upright on his knees instead of sinking fully to the floor.
Reno’s voice was desperate when he whispered, “Don’t say that.”
“Shh," Luka stood up, close enough for Reno to lean forward and press his cheek against his thigh. “I’m being honest with you. I won’t hurt you by asking impossible things of you.” He put a hand on the top of Reno’s head to pet his hair and felt Reno lean against him.
“Would you fight for me, though? Would you try? Break your good boy streak?”
Reno took in a shaky breath before tilting his head to look up at Luka. “Yes.”
“I won’t let you.”
Reno flinched, and Luka wound his fingers into Reno’s hair and tugged. “Please," Reno said, his eyes roaming Luka’s face, seeking. “Please, at least let me try. If they tell me I can’t be with you, I’ll fight them. I have pull with the label, they want to keep me happy.”
“How has that been working for you so far?”
Reno looked away. “I don’t try for my happiness—but I would fight for yours.”
Luka sighed, feeling relieved and miserable all at once with that confession. “I hate you're treated like a machine.”
Reno pouted. “You haven’t even been here while I’m working, yet.”
“You think I’m actually built to handle your life, then? I’m already upset at the injustice I see, and I’m going to have to stay silent and complacent in their treatment of you.”
“Maybe if you were encouraging me, I’d try a bit harder.” Reno shifted and Luka tightened the grip he had on Reno’s hair until he stilled. “Okay, I’ll try harder. For… Myself. And you. I’m not sure how you want me to think real sentence like this.”
“You’re so wonderful, Reno, but you’re blind to yourself and your own needs. How else am I supposed to get you to see, to listen?”
“I think my brain is short-circuiting.”
Luka let out a surprised laugh. “Cute.” He tugged Reno’s hair until he tilted his head one way, then the other. “So, if I bitch enough about your life being radically unfair and bordering on inhumane, you’ll actually try to do something about it?”
“Yeah.” Reno looked like he was losing track of the conversation, his eyelids fluttering closed and his lips parting as Luka pressed his head against Luka’s thigh and slotted a leg between his knees. “You—”
Luka relaxed his grip on Reno’s hair and started soothing his hand through the thick strands. “If I top you, do you need a safe word?”
Reno shook his head.
“See, this is what I’m talking about. Please value your own safety and happiness more.”
“Yorkshire pudding.”
Luka removed his hand from Reno’s head with a long-suffering sigh. “Please, no.”
“You not forget it.” Reno looked up at him, and he was grinning. “I won’t need to use it anyway.”
“Alright.” Luka asked, “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes.” The answer was immediate. “Please.”
“I wonder how much more I could make you beg tonight.”
Reno groaned and hid his face against Luka’s leg.
“Sounds like maybe a lot.” Luka shrugged out of his jacket and dropped it to the side, then his belt followed.
He let Reno help him unbutton his jeans and shove them down to his thighs.
Reno wrapped his hands around Luka and tugged him a bit closer before pressing his face between Luka’s legs and inhaling with a long groan.
Luka hissed when Reno’s teeth met his inner thigh and his fingers went right back into Reno’s hair to yank him away. “Be nice.”
Reno snapped his teeth at him and got a harsh tug to his hair in response.
“Put those teeth away and open your mouth,” Luka ordered, and Reno snarled at him; the expression made Luka’s gut heat. “Come on, puppy, show me your tongue.” Reno’s expression shuttered for a moment before his eyes went wide and he opened his mouth, his glittery tongue ring on display.
Luka pressed Reno’s mouth against himself and said, “Get to work.”
Reno, for all his scowling and snapping, made immediate, good use of his tongue and Luka had to bite back a gasp before leaning against the door.
Reno followed him, hands grabbing at Luka’s ass, his mouth never leaving Luka.
His tongue was so firm and hot as it circled his erection.
Luka’s hands on either side of Reno’s head pressed him deeper until he was sure Reno would suffocate from it.
Reno only moaned, followed Luka’s lead, and pressed his body flush against one of Luka’s legs. Luka could feel how hard Reno was as he rubbed against him, and he had a feeling Reno had been tight in his pants since he told him to drop to his knees.
He could feel a combination of his own slick and Reno’s spit sticking between his thighs and Reno grew more enthusiastic, letting himself be used like this for Luka’s pleasure.
When Reno pressed himself up against Luka’s legs, he let his mouth fall open wide, tongue ring perfectly catching on Luka every time he thrust into Reno’s mouth.
It wasn’t long before Luka was mumbling that he was close, holding Reno’s head in place and drinking in the way Reno’s jaw had gone slack, his cheeks pink, and his eyes glassy.
Reno let out a high whine, his grip on Luka’s thighs tightening as his entire body twitched and Luka gasped, coming into Reno’s mouth and against his tongue.
Luka held him there, hands tangled in Reno’s hair as he rolled his hips. Reno was completely slack at that point, his eyes closed and lips a brilliant, deep red, and Luka had a feeling that if he let go of Reno’s head, he would fall over.
When Luka caught his breath, he carefully released Reno and watched him sway. Reno slumped down onto the ground and put his hands behind him, leaning back and looking mildly delirious.
Luka pressed his foot between Reno’s legs.
Reno gasped, his eyelids fluttering. His lower lip went between his teeth as a low groan formed in his chest. Luka felt a swell of power as he pushed his foot more firmly against Reno, who looked moments from falling backward onto his elbows.
When he rubbed a few circles with the ball of his foot, Reno finally grabbed his ankle with a light hiss.
“Mean.”
Luka smiled then tapped his foot. “I coulda used my heel.”
“You could have, yeah.” Reno was having trouble keeping his eyes open, his breath coming in long and deep.
“Did you come in your pants?”
Reno let go of Luka’s ankle to feel himself. “Yeah.”
“Of course you can come untouched. Nothing about you is reasonable.”
Reno hummed, looking shameless and satisfied with himself. “I can usually control when I come. I worked hard.”
“Deviant.” Luka took his foot away and pulled his pants up over his hips so he could walk properly. He held out his hand to Reno, who took it to stand up from the floor. “I can picture it now, young Reno, locking himself in his room for hours on end, training himself how to come on command.”
“I have obsessive personality type. I did exactly that.”
“Jesus Christ, go clean up and meet me in bed.”
Reno’s eyes lit up and he nodded excitedly before leaning forward and smacking a kiss on Luka’s cheek. He darted away into the bathroom, and Luka grabbed the backpack he’d left by the front door before dinner, and brought it with him into the bedroom.
He unzipped it and set to work untangling and positioning everything into place. He tugged on the leather straps, buckled them tightly so things would hopefully not slide around, then tried not to feel too many things at once at seeing such a large cock on his own body.