Chapter 20
Tyson
Rohan is at the bottom of the hill in the grassy part of the map, setting up what appears to be a picnic.
He’s smoothing out the brown blanket and beginning to place sandwiches down.
I pad over to him and his moving figure.
He jumps a little when I get closer. He’s been acting a little strange ever since we arrived, and honestly, I was thinking maybe even before that.
But I could just be seeing things, maybe things I want to see.
“Where’d you get all this?”
“The inn, someone had to come prepared just in case we had to sleep outside the town again at some point,” he says, rolling his eyes.
“Oh yeah? Or did you purposely plan all of this?” I say, leaning down close to his ear. “How romantic, Rohan.”
“Ugh! Can you stop!? That’s not it at all!” Rohan snaps, stepping away from me.
“I’m just playing, calm down,” I laugh.
“Well, here, just shut up and eat.” He shoves one of the neatly made sandwiches into my hands before flopping down onto the blanket.
“Thanks,” I smirk, sitting next to him.
We sit in silence for a little while, the sound of the waterfall crashing into the pool of steamy water below the only sound between us.
When Rohan shifts next to me, his fingers brush mine briefly, making him flinch away.
Just as quickly as the touch came, it was gone.
I tilt my head at him, my brows pinched.
He seems tense.
“Do you like working at Riserr?” Rohan coughs a little after taking a sip of a drink he also brought for us.
How sweet.
“Well, I don’t wanna piss you off even more, but yeah,” I laugh.
“You’re not pissing me off actually.” He does that thing with his eyes when I say something he doesn’t like. It’s kind of cute.
“So, where did you end up working anyways?” I ask, eyeing him out of my peripherals. He tenses as soon as the question leaves my mouth, and I sigh a little. Here we go. I keep fucking up with him, but shit, he’s like a fucking mine. One wrong move and he’s back to snapping at me.
To my surprise, his shoulders drop. “Nowhere important.”
“Everywhere’s important. Every worker is important.”
“Yeah. Right,” he says. “My parents don’t even know I’m not doing that well. I … I was too scared…” Rohan mumbles.
“Scared of what?”
“Disappointing them. I feel like a loser sometimes,” he says, biting his lip as he stares down at the sandwich in his hands.
I frown. “You’re not a loser, Rohan.”
“Are you guys close? I’m sure they would’ve understood, maybe helped even.”
“Yeah, we are. That makes it worse, though. They were so happy when I got into university and graduated. They only let me take up gaming seriously because of all that. Also, I was winning, ya know…” Rohan laughs softly. “Little do they know, I’m making lattes to get by right now.”
“What’s wrong with that? I think they’d be proud of you no matter what. Besides, don’t feel bad. My dad thinks I’m a disappointment no matter what I do.” I chuckle. Rohan looks over at me, his eyes shifting across my face.
“Are you going to eventually work for him?” he asks.
“Well, I kind of have to.”
“Why’s that?”
“My dad uses my little brother against me a lot. If I don’t go along with his games, he punishes him instead, knowing he can’t really get to me.
Also…” I sigh, running a hand through my hair.
Am I really spilling my guts out to Rohan right now?
The look in his eyes is just so comforting, like he really cares. I haven’t had that in a while.
“It was either work for him after my internship or be married off in some shitty business deal … And I couldn’t let him take away that choice from me.”
“Your dad sounds awful, Ty…” Rohan says, looking down into his lap.
“Yeah, he is pretty awful…” I laugh a bit.
“Well, why’d you get so many piercings?”
“Unlike you, I think it was to purposely disappoint my dad.” I nudge him with my shoulder, he chuckles.
“Did it work?” Rohan mutters.
“Yeah, he slapped me the first time he saw them,” I say, like it’s a distant memory I’ve already become numb to.
Because I have.
Rohan’s head snaps toward me. “What? Tyson, that’s not okay. He’s definitely awful.”
“I know,” I say, looking down at him, his eyes almost look glossed over from here.
“I’m alright, Rohan,” I whisper into the small space between our bodies. “Let’s get into the sauna.”
“Okay. Yeah.” Rohan bites his lip, his brows are still pinched.
I get up first before pulling him up with one arm. He gasps when his chest crashes into my body closer than he expected, than we both expected.
“Sorry,” Rohan says, stumbling back and turning to go to the hot spring’s mouth.
I chuckle before following him, taking off my cape and shirt as I go.
He looks back at me just as the shirt is pulling over my head.
And I know he’s staring. I can feel the heat of his gaze.
It’s not the first time I’ve noticed it either.
Though he thinks it is.
“Are you gonna stand there or get in?” I smirk, having already stripped the rest of my clothing and stepped into the hot water.
“Turn the other way,” Rohan says, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Whatever you say, kitten.”
“Tyson. Don’t call me that.”
“Sure, hurry up. I’m getting lonely.” I see him roll his eyes right before I turn my body towards the waterfall.
With my back still turned away, I can hear the soft splash as Rohan slowly lowers his body into the water, the water we’re now both naked in. Not that it matters. But I guess to my racing heart it does.
“Can I turn around now, Your Highness?” I ask.
“How about you just stay like that,” Rohan answers, his voice low.
I swiftly turn back towards him, not expecting him to be that close. Rohan tumbles back, the brush of my movement almost knocking him into the water. I catch him just in time.
I hate that holding him always feels so right.
“And when did you equip this?” I play with the gold body chain hanging from his neck and wrapping around his small waist.
“It’s good for increasing my strength, that’s all,” he whispers.
I pull him back into my chest. He’s trembling a little, the steam from the spring bellowing around us. Rohan’s curls are sticking to his forehead already. His cheeks flushed.
“Are you … Are you gonna let go of me?”
“How about I don’t, and you just stay like this?” I say, leaning down closer into his space.
Rohan swallows, his breath skipping. “Ty…”
“Aren’t you trying to get me to stop being mad at you?” I whisper into his ear.
“I’m not,” he says, his body shaking against me. “Why would I care if you’re mad at me?”
“Why can’t you just stop fighting me?”
“I don’t want to,” Rohan mumbles.
“Why not?” I ask, trailing the tip of my nose along his jawline.
“Tyson…” he whimpers, and I move my head back to stare down into his eyes. They look even brighter now. Like they’re trying to hypnotize me.
Maybe they are.
Maybe they’re asking for something.
Something Rohan can’t say.
So I give him what he’s secretly begging me for. I lean down and close the distance between us, sealing my mouth firmly over his.
Ah, I was right.
Rohan instantly presses his lips back, opening his mouth just for me to get a taste.
Such a good boy.
He’s so short that he has to arch his back and tilt his head so high just to reach my lips.
“You’re so fucking short, Ro,” I chuckle against his lips.
“What? Don’t ruin this,” Rohan says, nipping at me.
“No, it’s cute.”
“Ty … Shut up,” he whimpers, pressing a small kiss to my lips.
He’s definitely blushing this time. I’m not imagining shit. When the hell did Rohan become so fucking irresistible? Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t stop myself from doing what I’m about to do to him. I thread my fingers through his curls and grip tightly, making him gasp.
“You want me to stop being pissed at you?”
“Not really,” Rohan chuckles.
“Oh yeah?” I kiss his ears, which are running very pink right now. Rohan’s body shudders in my hold.
“Let’s put your smartass mouth to use.”
I pull him over to the edge of the hot spring and sit atop one of the lower rocks, placing him between my legs. I follow the movement of him swallowing as he watches my erection bob.
“I’m not sucking your dick, Tyson.”
“Oh?” I chuckle. “You convincing me or yourself?”
“I … I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he chokes out. He says he’s not going to suck it, but he’s inching closer, and it’s driving me a little crazy. I can’t let him know that. So, I watch, letting him come to the same conclusion we both know he’s going to come to.
He finally gets close enough that I can feel the warmth of his breath against my shaft. Rohan’s chest is rapidly rising and falling, his lips part, giving me a peek of the tip of his pink tongue. I watch warily. I swear it feels like I’m barely breathing, as if one wrong move could scare him away.
Rohan swallows hard before sticking his tongue out and giving me a long, wet taste. I can tell he’s trying to bite it back, but I absolutely hear his satisfied hum right before he suddenly takes me all the way to the back of his throat. Like a wire in his brain suddenly snapped.
And thank fuck.
Because holy shit.
“Rohan, fuck…” I groan, getting a grip of his hair as he bobs his head up and down my shaft. The sound of my dick hitting the back of his throat threatens to send me straight off a fucking cliff.
“Throat’s so tight, kitten.”
Rohan sucks and moans around me. He’s gripping my thighs so hard, his nails biting into my skin. With how fucking good he is at this, I’d say this is his profession. I’ve never received head so good in my fucking life, and I’ve had a lot of head.
I gaze down at him, wishing for just one thing to make this all perfect. “Rohan, give me those pretty eyes, baby,” I breathe out.
He pinches his brows together before doing what I asked. That’s it. I wish there was someone out there filming this shit. Because I need to be able to replay this exact moment over and over and over. If this is all I ever get from Rohan Chandra, I can die in peace.
“Swallow it,” I groan, cumming hard into his warm mouth.
His throat contracts around me as he swallows every last drop I have for him. He keeps sucking until I’m completely spent, a string of spit still connecting him to the tip of my dick when he finally comes off.
He looks up at me, his eyes half-lidded.
I’m never going to recover this, am I?
Rohan yelps when I pull him out of the water and into my lap before laying back and letting him straddle me.
“What are you doing?” His voice is still hoarse from the beating his throat just took.
I don’t answer; instead, I pull him down into my chest, his breath hitching when his erection brushes against my abs.
“Tyson…”
I use the game’s interface to summon an item. Rohan’s eyes widen when he finally sees what I’m holding.
“Where did you get that?”
“You’re not the only one who’s prepared,” I whisper in his ear, popping the cap off the warm oil.
I don’t know what made me buy this back at the inn.
I probably figured Rohan might want it for his hair or something during his bath, but I completely forgot about it after seeing him in the basin that day.
Well, now I guess it’ll be put to use after all.
“Pervert,” Rohan mumbles, pressing his face into my chest. I coat my fingers with the oil, his ass instantly arching into the air. I give him a light smack, making him gasp.
“Oh? You like being spanked, huh?”
“Don’t talk,” Rohan bites out.
“Why not? You like that dirty shit.”
“Not from you.”
“There’s someone else?” I glare at him.
“Maybe,” he chuckles, biting my nipple.
I smack his ass harder this time, the sound echoing off the rocks surrounding us. Rohan lets out a low mewl as I find his entrance and slip the first finger into his tight hole. I press in further past the first ring after he starts pushing back a little.
“I could replace this with my dick if that’s not enough for you,” I growl into his ear.
“You’re never getting to fuck me, Tyson.”
“We’ll see about that.” I use my other hand to slap his ass again.
He’s going to make me cum again if he keeps making those fucking sounds.
I press the second finger in, and Rohan arches his ass even more before starting to snap his hips back and forth.
He’s acting exactly like someone who needs a dick in him right now.
“Ty…” He moans.
“This is so hot, Ro…The way you look. Using my fingers like this, kitten.”
“I’m gonna cum, please…”
“I love when you beg.”
I lean up and take his mouth in a fevered kiss, making him gasp. The warmth of his cum shoots between our bodies. He keeps whining into my mouth until he’s completely exhausted from using my fingers as his own personal toy and cumming.
“I’m not mad at you anymore.” I chuckle as he rests fully against my chest.
“Shut up.”