Page 51 of Martyr

“You were with West so long, I thought for sure he was taking care of you,” Lake said, still using that husky tone that automatically eased Nix into a semi-state of arousal. “But your muscles are so tight. Does it hurt?”

Nix shook his head.

“Come on, I—” West clamped his jaw shut when Lake sent him a single dark look, rolling his eyes even as he went quiet.

Nix blinked, some of the comfort of the gentle touches and Maestro's voice dissipating at the sound of West’s annoyed words. He’d been trying not to think about the others. Was Juri watching him with disgust right now? Did he think he was pathetic for giving into the Demons?

Lake shushed his spiraling thoughts and continued, working the knots out of his shoulders and upper back, allowing Nix to simply lie there for a bit until he felt boneless and his eyes started to slip shut. Then he leaned in and pressed his lips to the curve of Nix’s ear, speaking low enough the others couldn’t overhear.

“Would you be comfortable removing your shirt for me?” he asked.

Nix hesitated, but then gave a single curt nod of his head, rising to his knees when Lake started to help him up. He reached for the buttons of his dress shirt, undoing two of them while Lake spent that time rolling up his own sleeves. It took longer than it should have because Nix’s fingers kept fumbling, buteventually, he peeled the silky material off of his body and held it out to Lake.

The Imperial folded it in half and then tossed it onto the armchair at the head of the table, then he sat down in front of Nix, keeping him kneeling as his hands danced over his bare skin. He brushed them over the rise of Nix’s collarbone and then down the center of his chest.

Nix focused on his breathing, trying to block out the sensations and the way his body seemed to be buzzing. When Lake’s pointer finger tugged on the top of his belt buckle, he made a sound of protest, but didn’t move to stop him.

“A promise is a promise,” Lake said, flicking at Nix’s right nipple instead. He grinned when Nix gasped at the contact and then repeated the motion, waiting until the bud was rosy and throbbing before turning his attention to the other one.

Sparks of electricity skated down his spine and Nix found himself arching backward into the touch, lips parting as his thighs shifted wider. He’d be embarrassed that he was getting turned on from a little nipple play, except his straining dick was too distracting to keep up with being self-conscious.

“Back down.” Lake grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and lightly shoved him forward until Nix was sprawled over the table a second time. He massaged one of his ass cheeks over his pants, chuckling again when Nix whimpered.

It felt like forever since the last time Lake had touched him like this, even though in reality it’d only been a week or so. It wasn’t long before he forgot all about the audience in any capacity, his mind pulling him into that familiar headspace he’d always entered whenever the two of them were alone.

Lake’s hand traced the curve of his spine downward, but didn’t stop there. He slipped beneath his waistband, fingers delving between his cheeks. The second he found Nix’s hole,he hooked his pointer there, bending to rest his chin on Nix’s shoulder when he jerked. “Ready for me, Songbird?”

Nix nodded. “Yes.”

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yes,” he said louder. “Put it in me.”

“Should I?”

“Damn it, Lake, enough teasing. Get on with it.”

Juri sucked in a sharp breath and Nix’s eyes popped open, a cold chill blanketing over him as reality snapped back into place.

But Lake didn’t leave him there for long. His finger pushed forward, spearing past his defenses to bury itself deep. He started moving, driving it in and out of him with measured pumps, paying close attention to his prostate whenever he found it.

Nix gasped and writhed on the table, spreading his legs wider without having to be told to.

“I should go,” Juri cleared his throat, but West grabbed onto him before he could retreat more than step away.

“Nix is doing this because of you, you know,” Lake stated, adding a second digit as he spoke. “Since you insisted on seeing it for yourself, you can’t leave just yet.”

“I get it,” Juri snapped. “This isn’t necessary.”

“You made it necessary.”

“So it’s my fault that you’re—”

“Finger fucking him?” Lake scissored within Nix and then pressed hard against that spot with him.

Nix arched off the table and moaned.

“Don’t be so naïve,” Lake tutted. “Does it look like he’s being forced into anything?”

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