Page 18 of Martyr

He’d fallen asleep sometime after Yejun had brought him the tea, but only for a couple of hours. When he’d woken, it was dark out and the house had seemed terrifyingly quiet. That had only been made worse by the fact Lake wasn’t there with him. A part of Nix had foolishly wondered if that might be because the other man was feeling guilty, so he’d stepped out to go find him and see for himself.

But then he’d heard the music and he’d gotten curious, even more so when he’d passed Yejun’s room and realized the sound wasn’t coming from there.

West’s hand eased up on his balls, but when he tried to dip lower, Nix held onto him to prevent him.

“Let go, Nixie,” West ordered, voice firm and with an edge that hadn’t been there before. What little patience he’d been executing for Nix—for whatever reason—it was clearly wearing thin.

He didn’t want to, but he found his grip loosening, and then he dropped his hands away.

“Good boy,” he praised, dragging his fingers lower to trace around Nix’s crack. When he pressed forward, he easily found Nix’s puckered entrance, and he tutted when he instinctually clenched against the oncoming intrusion. “Keep being good for me, babe. Open up.”

“Why are you doing this?” Defeated, Nix draped an arm over his face, blocking everything out. “Why are the three of you doing this?”

“Be more specific.” West pushed the tip of his finger past his defenses and then huffed. “You’re too dry.”

“Of course I am,” he snapped.

“I’ll fix that.” The warmth of his body disappeared from Nix’s side as he moved away, only to resituate himself between Nix’s legs. He spread his thighs further apart, making room for himself, and then slid both hands beneath his ass and lifted him half an inch off the bed.

“What—” The question died in his throat the second West’s hot tongue drove into him. It was the opposite of all the other careful touches. There was no warning, no light licks or tentative pokes first.

West forced his tongue into his body, wiggling it around to stretch him before pulling out. He spread Nix’s cheeks, and it was obvious he was staring at him down there.

“Stop it,” Nix said.

“Are you embarrassed?” West spread him even more. “Distract yourself then. Tell me, why are the three of us doing what?”

“Forcing yourselves on me,” he growled, trying to sit up when a burst of anger overcame him.

West allowed him to almost make it all the way before he shoved him back down, covering him with his own heavier form. He humped against Nix’s center, grinding down once against his dick. “Feel that, babe? I’m so hard for you already. I’m hard enough, the thought of pinning you and tearing through your unprepared hole really gets me going. You’d probably bleed—I’m much thicker than Yejun—but we both know I’d like it.”

“Wait.” Nix pressed against his chest but the man wouldn’t budge. “Okay. Okay.”

“Okay what?”

“I get it.” He blew out a shaky breath. “I’ll….I’ll be good. Just, don’t…I don’t…”

West knew exactly what he was trying to say. “I like to hurt people. It turns me on.”

“Yeah, well I don’t like to be hurt. It doesn’t turn me on.”

“We can fix that.” He ignored Nix’s shocked gasp and pressed against the wound on his neck, mouth tipping upward when that caused him to wince. He ground his hips down against Nix at the same time, applying friction to his trapped dick. “Just a matter of rewiring your system.”

Nix tried to pull away, but he was trapped, the slight sting from West’s fingers constantly tapping the bite mark mixing with the way his lower region tingled with every gyration of the other man's hips. He stroked himself shamelessly against Nix’s bared flesh, rolling and humping him like some animal in heat and—

Nix stilled the second he felt it.

West felt it too.

“There you go, Nixie,” West taunted. “Come alive for me, just like that. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

His mouth opened and closed as a wave of horror overcame him. He was not getting turned on right now.

He wasn’t.

He refused.

“How long do you think it’ll be before you soak my jeans for me?” West asked. “If I apply a bit more pressure,” he did to both Nix’s neck and lower, “will it reduce the timeframe?”

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