Chapter 24 #2
“I can think of something else that’s hard.” Lake grinned and shoved another finger into him, this time not bothering with taking it slow. He started vigorously pounding them in and out of Nix’s hole, curling and scissoring them intermittently.
Nix was writhing over the counter in no time, his legs shaking as his muscles struggled to hold him up through the pangs of awe-inducing pleasure.
Lake’s other hand still held him by the nape, keeping him firmly in place, unable to bend forward, his spine arched, his dick lengthening over the cool granite surface.
His gaze darted down to it in the mirror, catching sight of the way his skin flushed as it grew and hardened. The way his precome glittered in the dim lightening as it beaded at his tip. Nix’s balls were pressed against the edge, and they drew up as he got close.
“How’s it feel, Songbird?” Lake asked, and Nix was already so far gone that it took him a while to recall his line.
He wouldn’t be able to keep up with this game for long, and not just because his memory wasn’t anywhere near as impressive as Lake’s.
“It feels good.” That’s what he’d said, right? Back then? When he’d set the camera up in his bathroom back home and touched himself in the shower. Or was Lake thinking of another occasion? Shit.
Did it really matter?
If Lake had a problem with it, Nix wasn’t above begging.
The Imperial thrust in a third finger and Nix cried out.
“Don’t sound so eager,” Lake teased.
“Can’t help it.”
“You closed your eyes the last time,” he stated. “Keep them open now.”
Nix tried to nod but couldn’t in his hold.
Lake fucked him on his fingers for another minute or so and then asked, “What are you thinking about?”
“You.” Nix didn’t have to wonder if that was what he’d said all those months ago, because it was the truth. Lake and the feel of him inside of him, all around him…It was all he could think about. “This isn’t an act. I love what you do to me.”
Lake paused, his fingers stilling deep within him. “ Just what I do to you?”
Nix tried to shake his head, and Lake let go so he could. What was the point in denying it? It was going to be this forever. Them forever.
“I love you,” he confessed. “All of you. Staying, being here right now, all of it’s my choice. I wouldn’t go even if you wanted me to.”
“I’ll never want that.” Lake pried Nix’s right hand off the counter where he’d had it fisted and pulled it back so he could kiss his knuckles. Then he forced Nix to flex his fingers and splay them. “You have pretty hands.”
Nix groaned. “Maestro, please .”
“Not yet,” Lake hushed him. “Getting greedy already, Songbird?”
“I’ve decided I hate this game.”
“As long as you love me, that’s all I care about.”
Nix growled, but Lake wasn’t bothered by his irritation, sticking to his plans like the frustrating, arrogant Imperial he was.
“Please.” Nix hung his head, but yelped when suddenly he was grabbed by the hair and his face was yanked back up.
Right, he’d been told to keep his eyes on their reflections.
“Please?” Lake wiggled his fingers finally, but didn’t start thrusting again. “Begging now, too?”
“You like it when I beg.”
Lake propped his chin on Nix’s shoulder and started to leisurely pump his fingers. “Do you remember the rest?”
“I…Maybe?”
He clicked his tongue but didn’t chide him otherwise. “Eventually, I ask if you need anal penetration to come, but since I’m fairly certain your answer has changed since then, let’s just skip ahead, shall we?”
Nix made a mental note to try masturbating without anything inside of him next chance he got, just to see if Lake was right. Thinking back on it, he actually couldn’t recall the last time he’d gotten himself off without playing with himself from behind along with the front.
“What about the part after that?” Lake practically whispered the words against the curve of Nix’s ear. “Do you remember what I asked you next?”
He swallowed the lump in his throat, and Lake grinned triumphantly.
“What do you want from me?” the Imperial asked devilishly. “My mouth? Hmm? You already have my fingers.”
“Your cock,” Nix almost didn’t let him finish, desperate now that he’d dragged this out for so long. He feared he was about to come before Lake even had the chance to—
Clearly, Lake was well aware, because in the next instant, his fingers were out, and the round crown of his cock was replacing them.
Nix hadn’t even realized Lake had freed himself from his pants.
He gasped when Lake shoved him forward and plowed through him in one hard thrust. Grappling with whatever he could find, Nix’s hands wrapped around the faucet, just as Lake pulled out and rammed himself back in all the way to the hilt.
The Imperial’s fingers dug into his sides bruisingly as he held him in place, finally giving into the wild need between them.
He wrecked Nix’s hole the way he’d promised he would at the end of that last video chat.
The sound of his thrusts and Nix’s sobs echoed throughout the bathroom, growing louder and louder with each rigorous thrust.
Lake dominated Nix thoroughly, nipping his earlobe when he wanted to turn those sobs into a cry, slipping a hand beneath his shirt and pinching his nipples when he wanted to make the sound sharper.
He knew exactly where Nix liked to be touched and exactly where to get the best reaction.
But his hands never strayed down to his flushed and neglected dick.
The rutting continued, time slipping away as sensation and need took control, Lake effectively wringing those tears from Nix that he’d said he’d wanted earlier.
In the mirror, Nix could see the tear tracks rolling down his cheeks, saw how bright red he’d turned. His lips were parted, his body practically engulfed by the large form on top of him, and his dick had released enough fluid to form a puddle across the countertop.
Yejun was going to be pissed when he saw how wrinkled their outfits had gotten.
“Please,” Nix begged when it all became too much to bear. “Please. Please. Please.” He started saying it every time Lake’s unforgiving cock drove into him, mindlessly repeating it like a mantra.
Lake let him for a while, possibly liking the sound of it, before he finally spared him some mercy. Capturing him by the jaw, he lifted Nix’s face back toward the mirror and met his gaze.
“Do you want to come, Songbird?”
“Please.”
“Touch yourself for me. Go ahead. You have permission.”
Nix’s hand was already moving before his mind could catch up, wrapping around his mistreated dick. He only managed a single pump before he lost it, come shooting from his slit to splatter into the sink and across the bottom half of the mirror.
He wept as his body jerked, Lake’s cock never slowing, keeping his orgasm going for so long it started to hurt.
Then the Imperial hit his own peak, emptying into Nix, come flowing to the point he could practically feel it stuffing his insides.
They stayed like that for a while, locked together while Lake rode out his orgasm. When it finally ended, he shoved Nix forward, until his forehead was pressed against the bottom of the sink.
“Don’t move,” he ordered, grabbing a handful of paper towels from the rack nearby before Nix could ask any questions.
He placed them beneath his cock and then slowly pulled out, collecting the sticky substance that poured free in the process.
“We won’t hear the end of it from June if we get come on these clothes. ”
The idea of Lake, the guy who’d just aggressively fucked him in a public space, the one who was about to be crowned emperor, desperately cleaning up after himself just to avoid getting nagged at by his best friend, was somehow the funniest thing Nix had ever heard.
His laughter filled the room, almost louder than his moans had.