Page 18 of Distant Heart

“All within the legal realms of Praeda.” He lined himself up. “And it’s far past time I claimed my prize.”

Illya held onto Rexton’s hips and entered him slowly, forcing his way between those tight walls inch by excruciating inch in a bid to torture them both. His head fell back as electricity pinged through him, the heat from Rexton seemingly transferring to light him on fire.

They both moaned once he was fully seated, but Rexton began mewling instead when Illya started to move, fucking into him with short, deep strokes that kept them constantly joined.

“It hurts,” Rexton’s voice shook almost as much as his body was.

“You can take it.” Illya screwed him harder, causing the bench to creak as it rocked beneath their weight. “Be a good boy. Milk my cock dry and I’ll go easy on you for round two.”

He vehemently shook his head and tried to press back, but that only rubbed at Illya’s primal instincts, he settled more of his weight over him in response.

“Don’t think about the pain,” he cooed.

“Easy for you to say,” Rexton shot back. “You’re not the one being torn in half right now!”

“So dramatic.”

“It burns, Illya! You’re huge and—” He made a strangled sound when Illya rammed into him and rolled his hips. “Good fucking Light! You’re going to kill me!”

“Scream a little louder, baby. I don’t think the people at the party can hear you. Actually.” He grabbed a fistful of that gorgeous blond hair and pulled, grinning when Rexton cried out. Illya adjusted his stance and wrapped an arm tightly around the other man’s trim waist, keeping a hold of his hair so they were pressed together, front to back. “Moan for me louder. I can’t hear you.”

“Bastard.” Rexton rattled the belt against the metal top of the bench. “I—”

Illya’s free hand dropped down, cupping Rexton’s balls and giving them a warning squeeze. “This will freeze off if you don’t hurry. Shouldn’t you put aside that stubbornness and be good like I asked? It’s in your best interest, xa’us.”

“You’re twisted, you know that?”

“You bring it out in me.” Deciding to take pity on him, Illya captured his dick and started to stroke him in time to his thrusts. “Come on.” He licked a wet line up the side of Rexton’s throat, knowing the chill that brought would add incentive. “Finish for me. Tell me you want it.”

“I don’t.”

He growled. “Enough. Tell me you like having my cock open you up. Tell me to fuck you harder.”

“I’m not going to say any of that.”

Illya stopped working his dick and brought his fingers to his base and cinched around him.

“Wait,” Rexton gasped. “What are you doing?”

“If that’s how you want it, then only one of us will get to come.” He bit at his earlobe. “Spoiler alert, it’s not you.”

“Illya.”

“You know how I like to keep my word though,” he stated. “I already said we won’t leave here until you’ve blown a load, so I guess we’ll just have to be out here for a while. I wonder if your body can take it. Being from Usurn, my body is used to these temperatures, but yours…”

“You wouldn’t,” Rexton sounded unsure despite his words. “You wouldn’t risk permanently damaging me. I’ll get frostbite if I’m kept out here, Illya.”

“I’m sure most of your extremities can make it till morning, and if not.” He shrugged, making sure the other man could feel the motion.

“…That isn’t funny.”

“Baby,” he chuckled darkly, “does it seem like I’m playing around?”

For a moment the only sounds came from their joining bodies and the squeaking bench as Rexton seemed to weigh his options, then he stopped fighting with his bonds and turned his hands around to grip the bench instead, bracing himself the next time Illya thrust into him.

“Illya, please,” Rexton whimpered. “I want it. You don’t even need to stroke me, I can come for you just like this.”

“You said it hurt.”

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