Chapter Eighteen #5
“It’s a lot of responsibility for you,” Kilian said shrewdly. “You need a rulebook.”
“Exactly.”
“Okay, I think I can be down for that.”
The spell of the moment broke as the intensity of what they were asking of each other boiled down to the dumbest possible phrase.
“Be down for that?” Damir repeated incredulously. “Really?”
Kilian laughed good-naturedly, eyes sparkling in the dim lighting. “I couldn’t think of another word. Sorry.”
They finished their desserts in comfortable silence, the mood light and full of hope for the future. When their plates were cleared once more, Damir reached into his pocket. He pulled out the little box and handed it over.
“I told you I was also crazy about you.” As he handed it over, Damir realized what the box might imply with its pretentious designer label and small size.
When Kilian opened it with a small sigh of relief, Damir was only a little insulted.
“You’ve mentioned wanting to dress less…conservatively,” Damir said, thinking of the lace top. “I thought maybe…”
“You thought right. Help me put it on?”
Damir rose and rounded the table. He clipped the necklace into place around Kilian’s neck, fumbling when the delicate clasp evaded his fingers.
Kilian held the gold pendant up, admiring it. “A phoenix for the Firecrackers?”
“In part.” Damir took his seat again. “But also for you. Your trade—the way it happened, and everything afterward. There are people who would be destroyed by only one of those things, whose confidence would be ruined. You came back stronger.”
The server brought out the cheese plate then, along with a few types of mustard. She described each in detail, and Kilian thanked her. But the second she left, his eyes returned to Damir, burning hot.
“We’re not leaving early because I want to enjoy the last course. But when we’re done, I’m going to need you to keep your promise to take me to the hotel, tie me up, and fuck my mouth.”
Damir’s mouth went dry. He took a sip from his water glass. “I can do that.”
They didn’t rush the cheese, but Damir asked for the check immediately after.
It was steep, but memorable experiences cost money.
Besides, for hockey players, a three-hundred-dollar meal was absolutely acceptable.
Damir left an extra hundred as a tip, and then they collected their coats and headed for the exit.
The ride to the hotel took a half hour longer than Damir wanted to spend waiting, but they filled the time well enough talking about the meal.
Kilian had never been to a three-star restaurant and was enthralled by the artistry of the plating.
Damir, on the other hand, cared more about how he could incorporate some of the flavors into his own cooking without resorting to an amount of butter and salt that would get them in trouble with the meal plan. He ought to cook more fish.
Nonetheless, he was relieved when the ride ended and they could take the elevator up to their floor. He let his hand hover at the base of Kilian’s spine as he led him toward his room, hoping all the while the other guys had cleared out.
Blessedly, they found the room dark, cool, and quiet, and empty of interfering teammates.
Damir led Kilian to the center of it and stopped him with a hand on his chest. He turned to dig around in his suitcase for a moment until he came up with the missing item, the tie he’d decided against wearing earlier.
From behind, with his chin hooked over Kilian’s shoulder, he pulled Kilian’s wrists together and bound them behind his back.
When he was finished, Damir pushed Kilian down by the shoulders until he knelt on the plush carpet, fully dressed and wearing the necklace Damir had bought him just that morning.
He walked around Kilian twice, slowly, appreciating the view before coming to a halt in front of him.
“I told you how good you look tonight, right?”
“Yes,” Kilian said with no hint of modesty.
“So clean and sharp. Makes me want to mess you up.”
Kilian’s mouth dropped open, ready and waiting.
Damir unbuckled his belt and pulled his cock out of his underwear.
He wasn’t entirely soft, the anticipation of the evening keeping him at least slightly plumped up, but he was far from hard.
Kilian fell forward eagerly, wrapping his plush lips around the full length.
His weight settled against Damir’s thighs, and Damir’s head spun at the thought that Kilian would fall if not for Damir keeping him steady.
For a few moments, Damir let him lick, relishing the heat of it as his cock began to thicken.
When it became too much for Kilian to keep it all in his mouth, Damir grabbed hold of his hair and pulled him off until nothing but the head rested between his lips.
“Suck,” he instructed.
Kilian did, cheeks hollowing. Damir closed his eyes at the sudden intensity. The suction was too much, too harsh on his sensitive skin, and he tugged Kilian’s curls in punishment. “Gentler.”
The clench of Kilian’s mouth loosened, evening out into something much more bearable.
It was his second time sucking cock, Damir remembered, and a hot animal satisfaction forced his cock to full, throbbing hardness.
Had Kilian ever been sucked off except for that one time in his kitchen?
At the time, Damir wanted to push his limits, give him too much sensation to fully process.
He hadn’t known Kilian had no idea what his limits were.