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“It’s time, Lake. We’ve put this off long enough.”

“How romantic.”

He snorted, recalling he’d once said something similar to West. “We don’t need romance. Not right now. Not for this. There’s always been chemistry between us. Even when I couldn’t stand you, that was undeniable. But there’s also always been a reason we shouldn’t take things all the way. We couldn’t fuck because that dumb deal you made with the others. Then we couldn’t because I was too pissed at you to want to make you feel good. There’s nothing holding us back here, Lake.”

“I’m not a gentle lover,” he warned.

“None of you are.”

“Songbird. If we start this, I won’t be denied. You can cry and scream and beg all you like, but if you give me a taste, I’m going to take it all.”

A small thread of fear rippled through him, but it was met with an even stronger emotion.

Excitement.

The Demons must have really messed him up, rewired his brain to long for the thrill of being controlled and possessed. The mere thought of Lake holding him down and forcing him to take that huge cock of his…

Precome gushed from Nix’s rosy tip and Lake’s eyes instantly locked onto that spot of his body.

“You’re really going to let me fuck you,” he still sounded like he didn’t fully believe it.

“Think you’ll be any good at it?” Nix taunted, mostly because he knew that was the way to spur things on.

It worked.

“Roll over,” Lake commanded, and Nix did as he was told, listening as the Imperial got onto the bed. “Did you touch yourself back here too?”

Nix shook his head. “I hadn’t gotten to it yet.”

“Ah, so when you said I needed to open my present, you really meant it.”

“Aren’t I funny?”

“Hilarious.” Lake’s palm came down on his left cheek, shocking Nix. “No more teasing me. You do as I instruct from here on out, understand?”

Nix nodded.

This was it, the thing he’d been longing for ever since Maestro had popped up on his computer screen back home. Since the first time he’d put on this mask and awkwardly presented himself to the camera, much like he was presenting himself to the Imperial now. It was similar in that sense as well, with Lake behind him, Nix couldn’t see him, just like he hadn’t been able to through the computer.

But he wanted to. He was about to break the rules and act alone, but he’d barely made it an inch up before he was forced back.

Lake draped an arm over Nix’s narrow back, keeping him down on the mattress. In the next instant, his tongue shot out, tentatively circling Nix’s hole.

“Are you—” he couldn’t even bring himself to ask the question, covering his mouth with a hand as a moan rumbled out of him when that tongue grew bolder and passed his tight entrance.

The reaction spurred Lake on, and he shifted closer, driving his tongue more forcefully inside of Nix before pulling out to lick him. “West said you like this.” He nipped at his left cheek. “I see he wasn’t lying.”

“Lake.” Nix struggled to control his breathing.

“Already, Songbird?” he laughed. “I’ve barely even started.”

“Lake.”

“No,” he stated, even though Nix hadn’t even asked for anything specific. “I’m taking my time with you tonight. I’ve waited so long for this moment, for you to open up for me. I won’t be rushed.” He licked him again. “I’m going to savor you.”

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Lake almost couldn’t believe this was really happening, had to keep mentally pausing to take in the moment and reassure himself it was. That this wasn’t just another wet dream he was going to wake from, tangled in messy sheets, completely unsatisfied.

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