Page 88 of The Last Inch Of Ice
His thrusts become frantic, erratic. His body coils tight, and then snaps. He spills into Kai with a hoarse, guttural sound thattears out of him before he can stop it. His right leg shakes with the force of it.
His breathing slows. He realizes he’s still holding Kai against the bed. And that Kai hasn’t moved. He’s still tense. Still silent. And very clearly—he didn’t come.
Nazar pulls out and turns him onto his back. He needs to see his face. He enters him again, and this time he moves slow, a shallow, teasing rhythm.
Kai is flushed, his lips swollen, his eyes a hazy, dazed blue. “What are you doing?” he pants. “Move faster, Rykov.”
“You want me to go deeper?” Nazar murmurs, leaning down until their faces are inches apart. “Then say it.”
Kai’s pale face flares a darker red, but he stays stubbornly silent.
Nazar’s mouth twists into a sharp grin. He leans down and kisses him hard, his tongue plunging into his mouth. “I’m going to fuck your mouth too,” he rasps against his lips. “I want you fucked every way today.”
Kai moans, a soft sound that makes Nazar’s cock twitch inside him. He speeds up, just a little, a teasing rhythm designed to bring Kai to the edge. But Kai just sighs, his eyes closing.
“I dreamed about this,” Nazar says. “Especially about hitting your prostate. Wanna see how you’d take it. I watched hundreds of videos to figure it out. Never done it with guys before you.”
He lowers his head and bites into the side of Kai’s neck, leaving a sharp, red mark.
And that’s the last straw. Kai gasps, his body arching. He draws his knees up to his chest, his hands gripping his legs, opening himself up completely. Now Nazar can see everything—the way he fills Kai, the way his cock pounds that tight hole, the way Kai’s body takes him.
A dizzying surge of triumph floods Nazar. “That’s it,” he groans, voice thick with approval. “This is how I want to see you. Always.”
“Faster,” Kai begs. “Deeper. Please. P-please, Nazar.”
Nazar bites his lip, hard, and then he fucks him. Deeper. Faster. The bedframe knocks against the wall. “Anything you ask for, Kai,” he grunts. “You just have to ask. You know that. Right? You know that?”
Kai comes with a high, broken whimper, his body going rigid beneath him. The sight, the sound, sends Nazar over the edge. He follows moments later with a raw cry, releasing inside him.
Afterward, they lie tangled in sheets. The tension that’s been coiled in Nazar’s shoulders for months has finally loosened. He feels light.
Kai is warm against him, his breathing evening out. For a moment, Nazar thinks he might be falling asleep.
Then:“You know, that drop pass in the second period last week, the one against Tampa? That was genuinely brilliant. Audacious. Also kind of stupid. If Norskiy hadn’t bailed you out, you would’ve been a highlight reel for all the wrong reasons.”
Nazar grins, surprised into happiness by the casual way Kai is dissecting his gameplay. Like they’re teammates again. Like this is normal.
“You were watching?”
“I always watch. Even when I tell myself I won’t, I do.”
Something warm blooms in Nazar’s chest. He rolls onto his elbow, looking down at Kai — at his flushed face, his swollen mouth, the marks Nazar left on his neck.
“You begged me so well,” he says. It’s meant to be teasing, affectionate. A callback to how desperate they both were.
But the effect is catastrophic.
Kai’s face shutters. The warmth drains from his expression, replaced by something cold and distant. He sits up, pulling the sheet with him like armor.
“I have a flight in the morning.” His voice is flat, empty. “You should go.”
Nazar feels like he’s been doused in ice water. “What? Kai—”
“I said you should go.” Kai won’t look at him now. “This was—it’s late. You should go right now.”
The dismissal is so sudden, that Nazar can only stare. He’s being kicked out. Discarded. And he doesn’t even understand what he did wrong.
Pride surges up, hot and defensive. “Fine.”
