by Susan Lain
"Would you mind if I used your phone to call a cab?" he asked.
He was pretty certain his battery was dead. Voltaic devils could be tinier than the pin of a needle or larger than a power plant. Regardless, they had to recharge on occasion. That was where synergy with other mythkin came into play. Voltaic devils preferred the company of rock rascals as the two species seemed to intermingle, producing minerals with electrochemical properties, such as lithium ion needed to power computers and cell phones.
Eliot shifted on his seat, the sudden image of copulation giving him anxiety. All he wanted was a working phone line, not more thoughts about sex, interspecies or otherwise.
Alek started at the sound of Eliot's voice, as if he'd forgotten he had a guest. "Oh? Yes, of course. It's by the door." He pointed to the wall opposite the sliding bedroom door where a cordless phone station was attached.
"Thanks." Eliot stood, carried his dirty dishes to the kitchen sink, and then made his way to the phone.
Before Eliot could dial, though, Alek called out with derision, "So once your belly's full, I become obsolete? Am I that boring or are you that just rude?"
Shocked at the accusation, Eliot whirled around, the phone already in hand, and couldn't believe Alek had returned to his pretentious, cold demeanor. "Are you serious? I thanked you for a wonderful meal. I'm having doubts about the wonderful company now, though."
Eliot turned his back to the insufferable man and started to tap in numbers.
Alek, suddenly there, snatched the phone from his hand, placed it back in the charger, and with a palm on Eliot's chest, pushed Eliot against the wall.
Surprised by the act, Eliot could only glare. What was Alek's problem now?
Alek's cornflower-blue eyes sparked—and darkened.
In a flash of insight, Eliot gasped and understood that Alek had provoked Eliot in purpose, awakening his fury—and stirring his arousal. Between the two of them, different like oil and water, perhaps one feeling didn't exist without the other.
Did this mean Alek was spoiling for angry sex? Or something even kinkier?
Alek bared his teeth. He gripped Eliot's wrists and pinned him firmly against the wall, his lock tight and unyielding. But the way his tall, lean body molded against Eliot's told Eliot without a doubt that he was being claimed, sexually speaking.
Alek was seducing him, quite expertly. And he clearly liked to dominate erotic scenes.
Butterflies swarmed Eliot's stomach. His knees wobbled, as his instincts kicked in, telling him to drop to his knees and obey a lover's bidding. But he couldn't do it with Alek restraining him.
"Wow," Eliot whispered. Alek narrowed his eyes in suspicion, silently asking a question. Eliot chuckled. "Didn't expect this secret side of you. Didn't think you'd have such dark erotica in you, buried under all that ice."
Alek cocked his head. He seemed to study Eliot for an interminable time. Eliot's erection didn't dwindle but was losing interest. To prove his eagerness Eliot shoved his hips forward, their bulges rubbing against each other through layers of fabric.
An intense dark light flashed in Alek's eyes. "You play?"
There could be numerous interpretations to the query. It didn't give away too much. Alek must have felt safe asking without showing his hand. A lover of the lifestyle understood. And so did Eliot.
"Yes." He eyed Alek up and down. "You're a dominant?"
"Yes." A corner of Alek's lips rose, as if to sneer, but Eliot could read the gesture now and knew it was the equivalent of a lopsided grin. "You're a switch?"
Eliot heard the challenge in Alek's tone. "I can be. But I prefer to be submissive."
A hard glint in Alek's gaze told Eliot he'd attracted the attention of a consummate Dom. He hadn't scratched this itch for a long time, even longer than the last time he'd had sex. Eliot despised gloomy intensity outside of sensual settings. But here, as they negotiated terms for sex, Alek's laconic fervor found an answering kink in Eliot.
As unexpected as the sudden sexual overture at this moment had been, Eliot had zero objection to having sex with Alek. He just hoped they could maintain a professional distance come morning. He had a hunch they could. BDSM allowed and demanded precise conditions.
Alek leaned in and brushed his lips over Eliot's, the touch fleeting, leaving Eliot's sensitive skin tingling. "Hard limits?"
Eliot swallowed when Alek glided his lips along Eliot's jawline down to his neck. He kept a separation, his mouth merely hovering above Eliot's jugular, a hot breath fanning over his skin as goosebumps broke out. Eliot appreciated how Alek ensured that the ambience remained erotically charged even while they negotiated terms.
"No erotic asphyxiation, no rubber, no animal roleplay, no fisting, no golden showers, no scat, no medical play, no blood play." Apart from the last three, Eliot had tried the others and failed to get excited, let alone get off. Not his thing. The rest terrified or disgusted him.
Alek pulled back and nodded. "Bondage?" He tightened his grip of Eliot's wrists, causing Eliot's cock to jump. He felt the tip grow wet with precome inside his pants. Alek chuckled once. "I guess that answers that. Edging? Cock and ball torture? Spanking or flogging? Ice or wax?"
"Yes to all of the above." Fever swamped Eliot as he started to grow breathless, his arousal rising in time with his heartbeats. It had been too long since he'd last felt the weight and pressure of a man against him.
Lately he'd fantasized about this man every night.
Alek nodded his acknowledgment again. "Are you in the mood for a scene or sex?"
Eliot paused for thought. As much as wanted to get fucked by Alek and relieve some pent-up passion, he longed to submit too, to feel the kiss of a flogger and the strain of cuffs. Of course, a scene didn't prohibit sex as long as it was between consenting adults. Perhaps they could do both.
But it was late and they both needed sleep.
"Less scene, more sex, please." Eliot was certain it was the right call for now. If both were willing, they could revisit this again another time.
"Safe words?" Alek asked with a hushed voice, rocking his hips back and forth, rubbing their clad erections together.
Eliot suppressed a groan, his body flushed with heat. "For you to slow down, hallux works for me. To stop…well, Cthulhu. Creepiness factor, you see."
Alek frowned, blinking, head tilted to the side. "Hallux? Like a big toe?"
"Yes." Eliot blushed. "Always damps down my, uh, excitement. Not into toe sucking. Or tentacles for that matter."
Alek shrugged but judging by the way the corners of his lips twitched, he was holding back laughter. "Hallux and Cthulhu, check." Then, without missing a beat, Alek switched into his Dom mode and growled, "Keep your hands up."
Eliot nodded. He wasn't yet sure what he should call Alek. A lot of Doms preferred to be called sir or master. But Alek was a sort of a colleague, and as such an equal with Eliot. If titles were brought in, that would make things awkward in the long run. Especially the morning after. They would have to settle on terms at a later date, if they ever did this again. For now, though, Eliot decided to avoid titles.
Alek backed off, releasing Eliot, who stayed put, leaned against the wall, his arms reaching for the skies. Alek loosened his tie, slow and sure. Eliot liked the everyday act turned into a display of eroticism.
Then Alek unbuttoned his white dress shirt, unbuckled his black leather belt, and unzipped his pants. Eliot took in hints of Alek's body, revealed in slivers. A stretch of a thickly muscled chest with dark hairs; rows of defined abs; a big cock tenting the dark-gray underwear pushing through the flaps of the fly. Eliot salivated.
Alek extended his hands, the blue tie in one, the leather belt in the other. "Which one?"
The fact that Alek, despite being the commanding presence on this scenario, invited Eliot to participate in decisions rather than choose for him, well, it made Eliot's dick throb with need.
"Belt, please," he murmured, unsure of his shaky voice.
Alek's eyes fl
ashed. "Next to the bed. Hop to it."
As Alek stepped aside, Eliot rushed into the bedroom. Brown bed frame and headboard, white and purple plush blankets and pillows, a mirror on the wall at the foot of the bed, an overhead with a dimmer. Eliot liked the look of the private room. The cool air smelled fresh, the beddings clean.
"Stand still," Alek murmured into Eliot's ear from behind.
Once Eliot nodded his consent, Alek snaked his hands around Eliot to unbutton his shirt, his breath hot on Eliot's nape. Eliot shivered, hot and cold flashes running through him. Fingertips brushed against Eliot's skin, warm to his sudden cool exposedness. It was at once infuriating in its teasing and necessary but, by God, was Alek unrushed.
Alek drew Eliot's shirt off and left him in his undershirt, which Alek then pulled off too and threw on a chair in the corner. Goosebumps popped up all over Eliot's skin, and he shuddered.
Alek chuckled evilly behind him, and caressed Eliot's chest, tracing curves of muscles and lines of flesh—and then pinched Eliot's nipples hard enough to sting.
Eliot yelped. "Jesus! Give a guy a little warning."
Alek licked a line from Eliot's shoulder to his neck and nipped sharply. "Silence. You have a problem with that running mouth of yours."
Eliot grinned, though he doubted Alek could see it. "Bet you've wanted to shut me up like this all week long."
"You're not entirely incorrect," Alek replied calmly.
Then he pulled back, yanked Eliot around with a hand gripping his arm, and had Eliot face him. Alek's mouth crashed over Eliot's. While Eliot had been kissed with greater finesse before, not to mention with more romance, the possessive, harsh touch was just what he needed. Coconut and lime cancelled out the taste of onion and garlic, and Eliot drank in Alek's flavor, their lips fused and their tongues entangled.
Eliot tried to wrap his arms around Alek's waist. Growling into the kiss, Alek swatted his hands aside and withdrew from the kiss, giving Eliot a warning glare. Then, with a palm on Eliot's chest again, Alek shoved Eliot onto the bed, the soft, plump comforter welcoming him into its cool embrace.
"Are you new to the game?" Alek asked, his gaze assessing.
Eliot bristled. The man doubted his submissiveness now? The nerve of him. "Submitting to a Dom voluntarily or being forced to, so to speak, are essentially the same, just different kinds of play. Did you really think I'd be the type to roll over with just a word?"
Alek's lip curved up into a sneer-like half-smile. "Let's find out, shall we? Turn over onto all fours. Show me that perky backside that will soon be burning fiery hot and red."
Eliot lifted his chin in defiance. "Make me."
Before the echo of his bold words had died down, Eliot was grabbed firmly by the hips and flipped over onto his stomach. Eliot didn't even get the chance to catch his breath when his pants were yanked off, his skin scraped by the waistband of his pants. He closed his eyes, sinking into the full blanket, and savored the rough treatment. It had been too long.
"There you are," Alek purred as temperate air kissed Eliot's exposed backside.
Eliot stilled and waited for what would come. He wasn't disappointed when a swift, hard slap from an open hand landed first on one cheek, then the other.
He grunted, biting and fisting the sheets. Sweat broke out all over him. His cock throbbed beneath him, trapped between the covers and his lower abdomen. Waves of pain surged from his abused buttocks all the way through the rest of his body. He'd almost forgotten how glorious it felt, the pleasure derived from pain.
"Cry out for me, Eliot," Alek commanded without mercy, his voice gravelly. "Don't use words, only moans. Make noise for me."
As much as Eliot hated being told what to do, especially by the smug agent, he loved it in bed. He felt conflicted. If he was sassy, he'd get spanked again. If he yielded, the spankings would stop. And he wasn't sure which he wanted more.
The slaps resumed, harder this time. Eliot jolted forward. Tears pricked his eyes. But Eliot refused to cry in front of Alek. He buried his face into the covers and let his tears soak them. But he didn't let out more than muffled whimpers.
"You're too stubborn for your own good, Eliot," Alek cajoled, caressing Eliot's flaming-hot backside with his fingertips, the soft touch nearly unbearable after the spanking. "All week you've been nothing but an annoying know-it-all and a chatterbox who's given me attitude. But now you've gone silent? I don't think so."
When Alek raked nails across Eliot's butt, soft and fleeting, Eliot finally sobbed. When the strikes continued, Eliot couldn't hold back any longer. He cried out, he shouted, he screamed, he thrashed about wildly, his cock aching to be touched.
"Perfect," Alek complimented tenderly. "Beautiful sounds, Eliot."
When Alek finally stopped, Eliot was a trembling, bawling mess. Sweltering pain radiated along his nerve endings, morphing into pure pleasure. It'd been too long. His work was stressful, as was the whole world. Eliot had needed this almost as much as he needed air to breathe. Funny how he'd forgotten the truth of his hidden self.
The bed dipped as Alek shifted. Eliot didn't move, relishing the afterburn. Then warm and strong hands applied a cool, wet substance over his abused butt cheeks.
"This soothing gel is made from a mix of comfrey, arnica, and aloe," Alek murmured with a reverent tone. "I crafted it myself from herbal ingredients specifically for aftercare."
Eliot smiled into the sheets, sighing. Alek continued to surprise him. Eliot had wondered if Alek would be as attentive in aftercare as he was beautifully brutal in delivering punishment. Eliot was on the receiving end of Alek's perfectionism and attention to detail. How delicious.
"Thank you," Eliot whispered, too wrung out to speak the words more loudly.
"Rest now," Alek advised.
Startled, Eliot opened his eyes and rose to lean on his elbows to glance over his shoulder. "Aren't we going to have sex?" A part of him hated how pleading his tone had become. But it was a small part, not even close in size to the still horny part.
Alek paused, blinking, his head cocked. "I spanked you pretty hard—"
"I'm fine," Eliot cut in, adamant to get his way, even if he had to top from the bottom to get the Dom to finish what he'd started.
The cool way Alek assessed him made Eliot clench his fists. But then Alek shrugged. "Very well."
Eliot breathed a sigh of relief. Then he watched Alek undress—and saw the size of his huge and erect cock. Gasping, Eliot was no longer certain his butt could deliver on his own cheekiness.
Chapter Thirteen
"What? Nothing to say?" Alek needled Eliot.
He enjoyed putting on a show and seeing the amazement in Eliot's wide, green eyes. The guy simply stared, unblinking, at Alek's cock. Alek knew he was a bit more sizable than most. As tough as it made sex sometimes, he lived for the reaction of awe and hunger he witnessed in his lovers.
"Want a taste?" Alek asked, fisting his erect dick and giving it a few leisurely strokes.
Eliot gulped visibly and nodded, mesmerized, his eyes glassy.
"I'm clean," Alek declared quick. As a government employee at an active research facility, he attended mandatory monthly physicals.
Eliot glimpsed up at him and nodded again, still silent. Perhaps he didn't trust his voice.
"Are you clean?" Alek asked since Eliot hadn't offered the information out loud in response.
When Eliot nodded again, Alek was satisfied. As they both worked for significant agencies, Eliot's wordless reply didn't surprise him. And it was enough.
Alek wagged his prick at Eliot who wiggled around to lie on his stomach, his face aimed at Alek's cock. Eliot licked his lips, causing Alek to inhale and drip a bead of precome. Eliot smiled, closed the gap between them, and took Alek's cockhead in his mouth.
Alek's eyelids fluttered closed. His dick was encased in heavenly wet heat, deep suction and firm pressure. Pleasure coursed through Alek's veins. He loved receiving blowjobs as much as he enjoyed giving them.
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p; He wondered what Eliot's dick would taste like.
Then Eliot licked around the glans, probed the slit and applied pressure to the sweet spot under the crown—and the sweet suction continued uninterrupted.
Purring with delight, Alek threaded his fingers through Eliot's thick, wavy hair to keep him close. He even rocked back and forth at a gentle pace, in tiny increments, fucking Eliot's mouth.
Eliot hummed around his mouthful, causing Alek's prick to vibrate till he shivered. The sounds Eliot was making in general could have driven any man insane with lust. Slurping, gagging, thrumming. Alek was fast losing his self-control. It had been too long.
"Stop."
At Alek's swift, throaty order, Eliot withdrew, a lewd plop echoing in the air. Eliot looked up with an expectant and somewhat rebellious expression. Clearly he wouldn't have stopped had it been his choice. But Alek was the Dom and Eliot the sub; only one of them could come out on top.
"On your stomach, facing the headboard," Alek directed.
For once Eliot didn't object, possibly due to his aching backside even with the cooling lotion. Eliot squirmed around till he rested his cheek on a pillow by the headboard.
Alek knelt on the bed, grabbed Eliot's wrists and attached them to one of the wooden bars of the headboard with the leather belt. Eliot could break free whenever he chose. The belt served as mere illusion of being restrained since this was less scene and more sex.
"Too tight?" Alek asked, concerned since he didn't know his playmate as well as he could.
"Nuh-uh." Eliot appeared at ease, his shoulders and muscles relaxed, his tone level.
Alek straddled Eliot's thighs and massaged Eliot's lean, smooth back. Eliot sighed deep in satisfaction and melted against Alek's adept fingers. Alek congratulated himself on already having learned enough about Eliot that he was able to give him pleasure.
Alek used to have particular tastes. He'd liked his submissives as docile twinks who fell flat on their backs at the crack of a cane. Eliot was different. He was short and whip-thin, but he was also self-confident, irreverent, and even bratty at times. But Eliot wasn't stupid, and that Alek liked the best. That meant Eliot could conform to varying situations if called upon and he would always be clear and concise about what he wanted.