Page 64 of Garden of Poisoned Delights

Evander, Aleks had learned, had a thing for ink, particularly on Aleks. He’d always been touching the dragon on Aleks’s back when this had all started, or the feathers on his shoulder blades. The first time Aleks had gotten a tattoo Evander suggested, Evander had fucked him mindless afterward. His reaction to Elena’s latest gift, piercings on Aleks’s nipples, was even better.

“It’s Lukos,” Aleks said, as Evander ran his fingers over the mountains framed by swirling wind on Aleks’s shoulder. The wind slowly twisted into the shape of ribbon dragons, which were starting to swirl down Aleks’s arm. “I was thinking of a sleeve, maybe, something to represent Lukos and Arktos together.”

“It suits you,” Evander said.

“You know what also suits me?” Aleks took Evander’s hand and moved it over his chest, letting him feel the rings Aleks had discreetly put in earlier. He’d worn a heavier shirt to hide them until now, but it was worth it when Evander practically ripped the shirt off, discarding it behind the desk.

“The Starian delegation really is important, you know,” Evander said. He tweaked one of the rings, making Aleks gasp, and kissed his neck, “but I suppose I have to attend to the needy slut on my desk first.”

“Yeah, definitely.” Aleks moved a little closer to the edge. “The neediest. I’m right up there on the level of an international incident.”

“You are,” Evander said, and yanked him in by the hips. Aleks wrapped his legs around Evander’s, and Evander pushed him onto his back on the desk. “Look at you.”

“I can’t, you’ll have to do all the looking.” Aleks’s laugh broke as Evander tweaked the rings again, pulling just enough for the pain to send heat coiling below. Aleks opened his mouth to moan, and Evander covered it with a palm, looking pointedly at the doors.

“Oh no,” Aleks said, his voice muffled under Evander’s hand. “They’ll find out you’re fucking your hot submissive, how terr—ahh!” He jumped as Evander pressed the heel of his palm to Aleks’s cunt, moving just over his clit.

“Or I could have you grind against my hand until you’re desperate to come, then send you home.”

“Where Elena isn’t there to fuck me,” Aleks pointed out, still muffled, “which she would.”

“No, she’d edge you for weeks just to see you squirm,” Evander said, which was true. He pressed a thumb to Aleks’s clit, rolling over it slowly, and lifted his other hand. Aleks let out an exaggerated gasp.

“Sorry, sir,” he said, grinning.

“No, you aren’t.” Evander kissed him, “but you will be.”

He worked Aleks to the edge slowly, kissing the tattooed feathers curling over Aleks’s shoulders, flicking the rings with his tongue. Every time Aleks moved, trying to urge Evander to stroke him faster, deeper, Evander removed his hand. Aleks was a panting mess in minutes, hot and wet and unable to keep still.

“Please,” Aleks whispered, for the dozenth time. “I can’t…”

“You can,” Evander said, his dominance filling the small room, weighing down on Aleks. Aleks almost came just from that, seizing under Evander’s hand, and he grabbed the edge of the desk to steady himself.

“Can’t believe this happened,” he said, and Evander drew back slightly. Aleks looked up at him, overwhelmed to the point of peace, as though he were drifting in the river with unnamed stars wheeling above. “Couldn’t be this, you know, without you two.”

Evander’s expression turned fond, and he kissed Aleks slowly. “I have a feeling no one could stop you from being what you are, Aleks Akti.”

Aleks grinned. “Maybe, but I like the me that I am with you.”

Evander touched the feathers on Aleks’s shoulders, trailing down to the mountain range of Lukos. “So do I.”

He was gentle this time, when he took the oil from the desk and made Aleks gasp and shake, clinging to the desk. Usually, Aleks preferred rough and wild to gentle and quiet, but he felt almost languid now, the desperation still there but muted as he focused on Evander’s touch. When Evander finally pressed inside him, Aleks looked to him for permission before reaching down to slip two fingers in his folds to fuck himself in time with Evander’s cock. He tried to slow down when he felt himself tensing, but Evander shook his head.

“You aren’t leaving this office until you’ve come at least…” He drew it out, as though he hadn’t fucking planned it the moment Aleks sat on his desk. “...four times, I think.”

“Oh no,” Aleks whispered, unable to stop himself from grinning. “Cruel, terrible dominant.”

“Yes, I hear that often.”

He held Aleks to it, fucking him through two earth-shattering orgasms that left him shaky and breathless, then building him up to a peak before holding his hands on the desk. His thrusts turned relentless and forceful, just the way Aleks loved it, and Aleks only just remembered to cover his mouth before he howled out his release. Evander pulled out to come over Aleks’s chest, and Aleks just lay there, panting heavily.

“I love you,” he said. “I’m getting another tattoo tomorrow.”

“Careful.” Evander brushed Aleks’s sweaty hair out of his face. “You still have one more to go.”

“What? Evander, I’m out, I’m not as young as I was anymore, I’m an old man?—”

“Don’t say that again,” Evander said, lightly smacking Aleks’s thigh. “Maybe five, eh, old man?”

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