Chapter 6
Yejun was almost too afraid to breathe. Feared that by doing so, he’d wake and this would all be a sick dream. It’d been so long since he’d been allowed to touch like this, to taste…But the second Nix drove his tongue into his mouth, Yejun gasped and lost control.
His arms banded around Nix’s waist, tugging him in close as their mouths ravished one another.
The heat coming from his body was enough to stave off the chill of the increasing storm, the rain coming down harder with each passing second.
Despite that, Yejun found himself walking Nix backward, bringing them further out onto the patio until they were standing in the center.
There was a picnic table nearby, and it was tempting to toss him over it, to bend him across the surface and take him roughly across the grainy wood, but flashes of the coffee table that used to be inside—the one Yejun had destroyed recently—held him back.
He didn’t want Nix to be reminded of that atrocity.
He wanted to deserve this.
“Here?” It took all his willpower to ask the question, but without answering, Nix dragged him down to the solid, wet ground, never breaking the kiss. “Are you sure?”
“Shut up,” Nix growled, nipping at his bottom lip before he pulled back just enough to pull his shirt off over his head. Instead of tossing the fabric aside, he shoved it against Yejun’s chest, and when June frowned, made a sound of frustration. “Tie me up with it. Duh.”
“You want me to…?”
“What part of be rough with me didn’t you understand?” Nix moved onto his knees and held out his wrists, then seemed to think better and asked, “Do you want them behind me, or in front?”
“…Firebird…” That wasn’t Yejun’s style. “If you want to be tied up and forced, I can go get Lake or West for you.” He’d hate doing it, but he would. “You know I like it…softer.”
“You like to manipulate your lovers into desperation, you mean,” Nix called him out. “You didn’t have a problem with pinning me down that day.”
“That was different.”
“That’s what I want.”
He pursed his lips. “You want me to hurt you? Why?”
Nix dropped his gaze, and that was the first sign there was something not entirely right here.
Yejun sighed and forced himself to straighten, reaching out to tip Nix’s face back up with a single finger beneath his chin. “Talk to me, Firebird. Let me in.”
“I’m trying to.” He slapped his hand away. “You’re the one being stubborn.”
“I’m not talking about fucking.”
“Yeah, well, I am.”
Yejun had to be careful here. If he pushed too hard, he risked Nix changing his mind and leaving. They were so close to being intimate, just the two of them, and selfishly, he didn’t want to give that up.
But he also wouldn’t repeat what’d happened that day ever again.
“I really could have killed you,” he reminded.
“I know that.”
“Then why?”
“Aren’t you angry?”
Yejun frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I let Juri into your home. I—”
His arms were around Nix’s shoulders before he could finish that sentence, pulling him in close enough his face was squished against Yejun’s chest. “Is that what this is about? Have you been worrying about me being upset with you again? Over Juri?”
“Aren’t you?” Nix’s words were muffled, but he didn’t try to pull away.
Which sort of broke Yejun’s heart a little.
“He played you. It wasn’t your fault. I don’t blame you at all.” Yejun eased him back and reached blindly for the shirt he’d dropped a second ago when he’d grabbed Nix. “I promise, even if I ever am mad at you again in the future, I’ll never resort to violence with you. Not again.”
Nix blew out a breath. “But…”
“Don’t worry, baby.” Yejun smiled at him reassuringly. “I’ll still give you what you want. Take off the rest of your clothes.”
He hesitated, but not for long. Nix got to his feet and stepped back to give himself space to follow the order. His pants and underwear were discarded and left to soak up the rain, then he was kneeling in front of Yejun all over again, his dick semi-hard from the anticipation alone.
“Swear you aren’t mad?” Nix asked in a somewhat shaky tone.
Had it been a test? Had he purposefully asked to be roughed up to see if Yejun would really do something like that to him again, despite his word not to?
If so, Yejun deserved it.
And he’d prove him wrong.
He’d prove that Nix could trust himself in his hands.
“I’m not mad,” he reassured, and then gently urged Nix onto his back. “Lift your legs and put your hands beneath your knees.”
More hesitation, but Nix complied.
Yejun tied one of the sleeves of his shirt around Nix’s right wrist and then secured it to Nix’s left, making sure it was tight enough he wouldn’t be able to wiggle his way out of it. With his legs trapped with his arms beneath them, he was forced into a position that put it all on display.
“What are you going to do?” Nix asked.
“I’m different from West,” Yejun began, tracing a palm over the plush curve of Nix’s ass. “Less…creative in the bedroom. I don’t like to play with fancy toys or make you suffer. It’s as you said. I get off on breaking you down all on my own, through skilled touches and sweet words.”
Nix was already trembling. “June.”
He found Nix’s entrance and rubbed his thumb around the tight ring of muscle. He’d missed this, being able to touch him. He was going to take advantage. Shamelessly.
“I’m going to milk your prostate, Firebird,” he divulged, slipping his thumb inside to stretch his hole teasingly.
“What?”
“You heard me.” With his other hand, Yejun tapped at Nix’s taint a couple of times before applying some pressure.
Nix sucked in a breath, back bowing, his left foot coming dangerously close to knocking Yejun on the head.
“Careful.” June folded him more, until Nix’s knees were pressed to his chest. “Hold this position.”
Before he could complain, Yejun removed his thumb and then slid his pointer finger deep into his ass, feeling around until he found the fleshy, wrinkled patch of skin inside of him. “Here it is.”
He started massaging the area, smirking when Nix started to writhe almost immediately. His touch remained firm, yet gentle, with his other hand on the back of Nix’s thigh to keep him firmly in place and unable to get away from the onslaught of sensation.
“Is it too much?” he teased, laughing when Nix cried out.
“Yes!”
“Prostate milking is fun, I can’t believe we haven’t done this before. Have the others done this to you yet?”
“No!” Nix seemed like he was trying to hold back, but then admitted, “I don’t like it! Stop!”
“You said you wanted me to tie you down and have my way with you.”
“June!”
“Maybe this is for the best,” he surmised, noting the use of his nickname.
If Nix really wanted him to stop, he’d call him Yejun.
“Maybe this really is the way back to your heart. We can start at the beginning. You remember? The first time I took you in the art room? You said no then too. Do you think about that still? I do. I can still vividly picture the way you looked, my come dripping from this tight hole of yours.”
Too late, he recalled the other connotation that’d been tied to that event. The one where his painting had been shared with the entire school.
That wasn’t as fond a memory for Nix, and before his Firebird could think on it, Yejun pressed in harder.
“Look how red your dick is.” He drew his attention elsewhere, wanting him to remain distracted. “You’re leaking all over the place, and all I’ve done is rub your prostate. I’m not even moving my fingers in and out.”
“Yejun, please, I want to come.”
“Already?”
“June.”
“I’m not done yet. I said I was going to milk you.” He reached around and gave one solid pump to Nix’s dick before releasing him. “You haven’t released any prostatic fluid. Let’s keep going.”
“It’s too much,” Nix argued. “I feel…funny.”
“It’s not like this is the first time we’ve messed with your prostate.” They may never have milked him like this, would have played with the sensitive spot during intercourse, before or after, but still.
“This is different!”
“Of course it is.” Yejun pretended to consider. “Let’s get all that built-up fluid out of you, and then we can discuss taking things further.”
“ Discuss ?” Nix actually growled at him, seeming to forget his current position in the heat of the moment. “I swear to the gods, Yejun Sang, if you don’t give me your cock after this, I’ll bite it off the next time it comes close to my teeth.”
“That desperate to get fucked, huh?” Yejun laughed at him.
“Wait.” Nix tensed all of a sudden. “Hold on. It feels weird.”
“So you’ve said.”
“No, I mean I think I’m going to—” He whined and tossed his head as a burst of clear liquid squirted from his dick. It splattered across his chest, mixing with the rainwater collecting there.
“Good boy,” Yejun praised.
And kept pressing.
“Wait.” Nix’s eyes went wide when he realized June wasn’t stopping. “Hold on. I did it. I did what you wanted. Stop.” His entire body was convulsing, the words a struggle to get out, though he managed.
Yejun watched in awe all the while, ringing every last sensation from him, relishing in the feel of his hole clenching around his finger and the way his erect dick bobbed between his thighs.
“I heard there’s no limit to how many of these you can have,” Yejun said. “Prostate orgasms? Should we put that to the test?”
“Absolutely not!”
“Hmm.” Yejun tilted his head. “Five then. I think I’ll be satisfied then. You give me five and we’ll call it, okay?”
“Not okay!” Nix had barely gotten the statement out before another one hit him and his dick spurted.
“That’s two,” Yejun whistled. “Three more to go.”
“No, no, no!”
But June was determined.
He was making up for lost time.