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Ramiel’s hands fall on Art’s hips, digging his fingers in, as he starts arching against him. And his eyes—he has that dazed look, the same lustful one he had when he was sucking my cock.He’s getting lost in the desire.
A hostile fire starts roaring inside my chest. It spreads quickly around, turning my hands to fists and pushing a vicious snarl outof my throat.
“Motherfucker!” I mutter under my breath, and in the next moment, I’m in front of them. One look at me, and Art takes a step away from Ramiel.Good fucking move.
“I feel a disturbance in the force.” Ramiel smirks, placing his gloved hands on his hips. My eyes fall to the hard bulge in his jeans, and my teeth clench at the proof of his enjoyment. The little twink smiles nervously, and I growl angrily in response.
Art yells my way, “You must be Grizzly. Rami told mesomeabout you. Please don’t ruin my makeup.”
“He won’t,” Ramiel reassures him.
“So the furious, mauling stare is just an act?” Art asks dubiously.
Ramiel shrugs. The little shit is not even trying to hide his smugness.
“I thought you were smart, Ramiel.” I take one step toward him, dissolving the distance between us.
His eyes narrow. “I dunno. We’ve been in the club for at least fifteen minutes now, and I don’t have your dick in my ass or my mouth, so how smart can I be?”
“That what you want? The twink can’t give you that?” I spit out between my gritted teeth. We are nose to nose now, his head is tilted up to make it possible.
“The twink’s name is Art, and he can’t do that because he doesn’t want to die in a grizzly bear attack,” Art replies hesitantly.
“Why are you referring to yourself in the third person?” Ramiel turns his head toward the twink, and I don’t fucking like it. I want his gleaming brown eyes on me and only fucking me. I grab his neck and tighten my fingers around it, watching as his expression changes rapidly from startled to befuddled.
“There are private rooms in the back just for what you’re about to do.” Art’s voice is barely audible. “Can I watch?” I snarl at him. “Is that a no in bear-anese? Bummer. But when you get fed up with Rami just let me know.” He slides something into my jacket pocket, and it’s Ramiel’s turn to glare at him.
“Nobody gets fed up with—” I push Ramiel backward, cutting off his offended retort. There’s a dim corridor on the left, and I drag him there, still holding his throat. I try the first door, but it’s locked. The second one opens. It’s a small room with a sofa and a little table with a bowl filled with condoms and packs of lube.
I press Ramiel against the wall, and he impatiently takes off his gloves and slides his hands under my clothes, rubbing, grabbing, and scratching my chest and belly.
“You’re so damn sexy.” His loud moan is like a slick fist pumping my cock. He bites my chin hard. Fuck, why do I like this feisty side of him so much?
His pupils are blown, small noises full of desire come out of his mouth.
“You want to be my Black cock’s slut?” I grunt, loving the feel of his soft hands on me.
“Fuck you!” he chokes out, but there’s no heat behind his words, only lust.
“I will, Red.”
“That took you too long,” he complains. But I see the usual teasing in his smirk for a second.
“What?”
“Nicknaming me.” Our dicks rub together, and the dirty sound that escapes his mouth in addition to the sting of his nails digging intomy pecs make me feral.I stare at his square jaw and large red lips made for stretching around my dick.
“On your knees,” I hiss. I release his throat to open the buttons on my jeans and take out my throbbing shaft. Him kneeling at my feet all strong and built in such a submissive position is truly a gorgeous sight.
He slides his hand inside my pocket and after retrieving Art’s piece of paper he crumples it in his hand and then tosses it somewhere on the floor.
I raise a brow at him, but he only answers with a glare. I guess he doesn’t like the idea of other hands on me, as well. The thought fuels my inner fire making it burn higher.
“Stick out your tongue.”
He opens his mouth wide, and fuck me, he’s really gagging for it. I run the tip of my dripping cock over his top lip, painting it with my pre-cum, before rubbing the underside over his warm, wet tongue. A growl leaves me as I repeat the movement again and again.
“I know I deserve this mouth, but do you deserve my cock?”
