Chapter 7
Sevastyan
I infused every stroke of paint on the canvas with the desire to bury myself in Victor’s hot, trembling body.
Each time the oils soaked into thread, I imagined him absorbing my cum on the floor, or even still tied to the column.
A drive inside me urges me to ignore his protest, just like I ignored his complaints about everything else, but his voice doesn’t sound uncertain this time.
There’s none of that delicious I want-it-but-shouldn’t rasp in it, only a sharp edge that cuts the urgency of my arousal.
He’s serious.
And scared.
“Shame,” I tell him, rubbing his thighs in slow, lazy circles. “You look so breedable.”
The flush on his face makes me want to break through all his defences.
“I’m sorry, I just… I’m a little scared of that.”
I give his ass a longing look but slowly pull away. That doesn’t mean we won’t be doing other things. Maybe I just need to rub that tension out of him during a hot bath. I can also peel away his layers in there and find out what this anxiety is about .
“I can see that,” I murmur and lean over him, then place his arms around my neck, so I can easily pull him up.
He gasps, eyes wide, and I’m eating it up in spoonfuls. He adores me. He’s obsessed with me. He’s thought about me for years and followed my career. Every time I think about it, my ego grows a little and I get a spring in my step.
Selling my work to anonymous buyers can feel like feeding a void. Victor is the opposite. He’s real. He’s here.
“I’m limping, but I can walk,” he assures me, but does nothing to suggest he doesn’t want to be carried.
“And I can take you to the bath,” I tell him, dragging myself up. For an adult male, he is unexpectedly light, and I suppose his thin form has a lot to do with that. “This way I will not only see but also feel the shape of your body, and depict it more faithfully.”
I’m full of shit. I know it, he knows it, but it doesn’t matter. I want more of that rosy shade on his cheeks.
I even commit to memory the way he bites his lips. I don’t know if I’m this starved for human interaction, sex, or any touch, but I will gorge on him as much as I want. He’s the one who broke into my house with nefarious intentions. He’s lucky he’s still alive and in one piece.
“Is the bath big enough for two?”
Is he… flirting?
“What is the point of a tub that can’t fit two?” I ask him and press his thighs to either side of my hips for a comfortable carry. His cock presses to my stomach, my own bobs against his buttocks, and when its kiss makes Victor inhale, I offer him a wide grin. “It has a mind of its own.”
“But you live here alone? You’ve not had… guests like me before?”
“Not anyone as cute as you, no. It’s been four years of only assassins before you arrived.” Perhaps I shouldn’t reveal how lonely I’ve been, but I want him to know. I want him to know he’s a ray of sunshine entering my cold, peaceful home.
I’m about to carry him outside when the familiar sound of a bell cuts through the quiet, and I face the exit from the plastic tunnel attached to the wall.
“There you are. I bet you want to say hi!” I squee at my only companion, who now gets to his back legs, splaying its squishy little body against the tube.
“You will have to follow us to the bathroom.”
When I start walking again, the rat happily jogs along.
Victor hugs me tighter, face against my ear, so I can’t see him. If he really wanted to, he could probably attempt biting through my neck to kill me or at least incapacitate me, but I don’t think that’s about to happen.
“That’s your rat? I thought I saw him last night, but couldn’t really work out if the piping was for that purpose.”
I whistle, prompting my little furry friend to march faster. “Of course he came to see you. I’m happy you’re already getting to know each other. Ratimir is very social.”
Victor snorts. “Ratimir? Really?”
“I was also considering Rat Ratinovich, since his father was obviously also a rat, but this one had more dignity to it, you know?”
We enter my favorite bathroom, and as the light automatically comes on, the ombre green tiles that look as if they’re made out of old-fashioned soda bottles come alive around the egg-shaped tub in the center.
I sense Victor turning his head to take it all in. “That is… actually pretty cute,” he says as if he expects me to be all killer and torture all the time. I have loving sides. Quite a lot of them .
“Of course it is,” I tell him and then lay him out on a chaise lounge where I rest whenever I deep-condition my hair. “I am handsome, talented, and very funny.”
The water starts filling the bath just as Ratimir alerts me with another bell. This time, I step toward the little shelf supporting the tube and unlatch the door. My pet crawls straight onto my bare arm, and I kiss his little head. “Hello to you too. This is your new daddy, Victor.”
Victor’s eyebrows shoot up, but then he has the softest little smile for Ratimir and extends his bound hands in invitation.
“I never thought I’d have kids, yet here we are.
” He doesn’t seem to be a psychopath who will break my pet’s neck to spite me, so I bring my baby closer.
He puts both his tiny paws on Victor’s finger as he smells him.
“See? This kind of instinct? Very breedable ,” I add, unable to keep a lusty darkness out of my voice.
I can’t help it. I didn’t have a bed partner for years, and here he is, so.
.. available, and so very pliant. I just need to work out how to make putty out of him, because the pictures in his journal suggest he is most definitely interested in anal fucking.
I drop a colorful bath bomb into the shallow water, never taking eyes of Victor and his pretty hair. I’ll give it a lot of love.
He chuckles. “Don’t say that in front of the baby.”
“You sure? Maybe he wants a little brother or sister?” I whisper, pressing my lips to his scalp as I lean over his stretched-out form and scratch Ratimir behind the ear.
Victor snorts as our hands meet over my pet. “Not before I see a ring on my finger.”
Did he... is he just...?
I can’t believe it’s me who’s speechless, yet here we are.
“Playing hard to get?”
He’s not. He’s so not, but I’ll entertain this narrative nevertheless .
“You already caught me.”
Oh, he’s delicious.
“Good boy,” I tell him and pull up his chin, so he focuses on me. “I did. You’re mine, so now tell me why you don’t want me to fuck you?”
He gets that haunted deer-in-the-headlights look I wish I could take a photo of, but I don’t want to ruin the moment.
I’m pretty sure he glances at my cock as well.
“You’re very attractive,” he assures me as if I don’t know that, “but it’s all happening a bit fast, and I’ve never— And there was this guy—”
He’s so tangled up in what he wants to say I’m not sure what to make of it. He’s more of a mystery than I thought, and I’m itching to unravel it.
“I don’t believe it,” I tease and lick his temple as I lean in, smelling his hair again. Oh, how I love his curls. “Really? Nobody? But you’re so damn fuckable.”
His breath catches. “I don’t think that’s a common opinion of me.
I had this thing with a guy, a few years ago, but it was messed up.
We never really kissed, didn’t talk much about it either.
It was actually just me giving him handjobs sometimes,” he whispers the last words as if he’s too shy to say it out loud.
I frown, because this is unbelievable. “Are you trying to tell me you’ve never been kissed?” I have to put Ratimir back in his tunnel to give Victor all my attention.
He shrugs and won’t meet my eyes. “It just hasn’t… happened really.”
Ratimir snickers at me in protest when I put him back into the tube, but I’m right back with my boy, cupping his face as I press our foreheads together. Fuck, my cock is already so hard, but he’s so soft, and vulnerable, and I want to take care of him in ways he’s never been taken care of.
“So that blowjob— ”
“I hope it was good? I’ve never really done that.”
Our situation is unusual. I’m well aware of his position in my house and his bound hands, but he doesn’t shy away from my touch.
He wants it.
Because of course he does. I’ve lived in his head for years.
“It was good. And you will get even better at it, pet,” I rasp, pressing my nose against his as I shift my head, bringing our lips closer.
He’s gasping, blinking, but doesn’t take the initiative. He wants me to do it.
Such a good, obedient boy. A shiver goes down my spine just thinking about it.
When I tease the seam of his lips with the tip of my tongue, he falls into me like a thirsty man who’s finally found the oasis.
He opens his mouth the way he will eventually open his legs.
I kneel in front of him, slide my hands up his thighs as our tongues meet.
He exhales rapidly through his nose, tickling me, and I can’t believe I’m the first one to taste these sweet lips.
I smile into the kiss when I sense the very tips of his fingers daring to touch my neck. I tease the inner side of his cheek with the tip of my tongue, and he only lets me in deeper, kissing me back with more fervor. As if he’s afraid it won’t happen again.
My poor baby...
I pull away, closing his hungry lips with a sweet little peck.
“There, kissed it better,” I say and get up, because our tub is quite full of green-and-blue foam that smells of pines and the ocean.
“So who was this man? And when was ‘a few years’ ago? How old are you, Victor?” I’ve looked him up, but I want to see if he’d lie to me.
“I’m twenty-two.” Good boy . “And the guy… It’s really messed up. I don’t know if —”
I raise my eyebrows with a smirk. “Victor. I can handle ‘messed up’, I assure you.”
He takes a deep breath. “It was my stepbrother in my last foster home. He was kinda mean to me, but then sometimes into me…”