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Darius whirled around, only to be crushed against a chilly body. He listened to the glass egg play its final notes.
He jolted at the freezing fingertips against his chest. In flurry, his shirt was pushed up to his throat, blocking any view of the wandering hands.
“STOP!”
The order left him breathless.
Kallum pulled away in an instant, both hands up and looking royally displeased.
Darius was heaving, chest pounding rapidly as he quickly tugged his bunched clothing back into place. He barely had the mind to be surprised at the way his words had flung back the leech.
A smile curled his lips. The black of his eyes swirled with flecks of maroon and his tongue flicked out like a drop of blood. “Did you call?”
“No,” Darius coughed, startled. “Why would I—” He grimaced, looking back at the egg.
“I believe you sent the invitation this time,” Kallum mused, studying his face thoughtfully. “Perhaps you’re feeling unfulfilled?” He carefully lowered his hands, sliding them into the silk pockets of his trousers. The sleeves of his red shirt were rolled up, outlining the faint cords of muscle in his arms. An unfurled bowtie hung slackly around the long column of his throat, swaying softly as he approached.
The tap of his leather shoes was silent, wind whispering beneath the soles. Darius clumsily stepped back, bare feet scraping along hardwood. “I was just tired,” he swallowed, rubbing at his eyes as if they’d erase the fantasy before him.
“Darius? You okay?”
Kallum didn’t react to the voice, but Darius’s head immediately snapped to the locked door for a second. Slightly shrill, he called back, “Yes! Sorry. A nightmare. I’m okay.”
“Alright.” And then Evan’s footsteps faded.
“People usually say I’m like a dream,” Kallum drawled, tilting his head as the space between them diminished. “You used to dream of me, too. Isn’t that right?”
Darius’s foot hooked on the open suitcase. He tripped, falling back on the narrow bed with a groan. A cold hand closed over his own and a familiar scent wafted around him. “I don’t know.”
Frigid lips stole his breath. Cool air filled his mouth with each urgent kiss. Fingers buried themselves in his hair, leading him through touches and tongues. Darius whined, eyes straining to stay open, only to shy away when Kallum gazed back.
It was the coldest kiss that ever made his blood sing.
“This is your domain, my beloved treasure,” Kallum murmured, sucking softly on Darius’s lower lip. He dragged knuckles down a pulsing neck, promising and requesting. “I’m at your service.”
“You just took what you wanted before,” he managed to say, but the words wobbled against Kallum’s kiss.
“My urgency scared you?” he teased, lacing their fingers together. He brought them up to his lips, kissing each of Darius’s trembling fingertips. “I can kneel and apologize. Do you desire that?”
Darius tried to disentangle their bodies, needing space and fresh air to think clearly. None of his struggling helped though and he reluctantly shook his head, face turned away now. “No.”
“Then tell me how to please you,” Kallum smiled indulgently, laying down slow, sweet kisses on his bare throat. He dragged the edge of a canine along the heated skin. “Anything is fine.”
It was such a cruel assurance.
Darius fought the maddening desire building up on the tip of his tongue. He blamed it on the dark of the night and the mangled state of his thoughts. The repressed wants and shattered dreams. The whimsy of a stranger at midnight with too much sin in his voice and too much delight in his touches.
“I want the high.” His words cracked, tears of frustration wetting the corners of his eyes. “Please. Please.” Darius felt choked by the shame, but the rest of him screamed for something. Anything.
“You have to be specific,” Kallum cooed, looking like a cat who finally broke the canary’s cage. “Where should I begin?” he breathed, tickling the sensitive hollow of Darius’s ear.
“Here?” He slid a delicate nail along his trembling neck.
“Or here?” A clothed knee pressed between his tense thighs.
“Maybe here?” Kallum’s voice danced as he slid the pad of his thumb across Darius’s softly parted lips.
“You know where,” he groaned almost inaudibly. The flush of anger and embarrassment colored his soft skin. He hesitantly reached up, tugging Kallum’s face to his throat.
He chuckled quietly in response, mouth parting over Darius’s rapid pulse. And then his teeth sank in, ripping the flesh tenderly, and drinking his fill of liquid life. It tasted warm and thick with arousal.
Darius’s strangled cry rang sharply, but Kallum pressed on.
Blood spilled out almost too quickly, as if rushing to please him. Kallum reluctantly closed the wound after a few seconds, savoring the lingering taste. His body was warm and light, wrapped tightly around the panting young man
Kallum turned Darius’s face back toward him, seeing his dilated pupils and ragged breathing. “You are more wonderful than you realize.”
Darius took a gasping breath, brows furrowing. “Aren’t I just food?” It was half-hearted at best.
“Never,” Kallum quipped, lowering him to the covers. Their lips met, heat circulating between their mouths as the taste of iron stung the tip of Darius’s tongue. He moaned regardless because those long fingers were rubbing him through the thin fabric of his pajama bottoms.
He recklessly arched into the touch, eyes flying open when he was met with equally brutal force. Shuddering, he clumsily clashed with the demanding tongue exploring his mouth and the teasing hand refusing to move.
“Your orders?” Kallum murmured, biting and sucking along his jaw.
“What?” Darius fumbled, all his higher functions stalling out. He took in the relaxed smile and calmly ruthless ministrations to his aching arousal; the fingers curled in his hair and bright red eyes.
“Walk me through your desires,” he hummed gently, actions a stark contrast to his tone. A line of bruising love bites was forming along Darius’s throat. “And I’ll fulfill them to the best of my abilities.”
The promise made his throat dry.
“Your mouth,” Darius mumbled, feeling lightheaded for so many reasons.
“And where should I put it to use?” he snickered, already stroking him through his pants.
“There…please.” He covered his face, mortified but too far gone to stop himself.
Kallum slid the thin fabric down, kneeling on the floor as he spread Darius’s thighs wide apart. “Of course.” He sighed, teasing him with his mouth. The aching length twitched at each touch, seeming to grow harder the longer Kallum stared. “Is just this going to be enough for you?” He stroked once, long and slow.
Darius bit down on his own hand to stifle the grown of relief. After a stilted moment, he responded, “Yes.” No.
“But the treats I could give you,” Kallum clicked his tongue, amused. He teased the sensitive flesh at the base, sliding down until it swirled lightly over a tight entrance. “The wonderful things you’re unaware of.”
“I…,” Darius trailed off, jumping at the near innocent touch. He squirmed away from it, slapping Kallum’s hand off. “No…not now.”
Red eyes sparkled. “But perhaps later?” He laughed softly at the glare haphazardly directed at him. Submitting, Kallum made himself comfortable between spread thighs and devoured him.
Darius knew his hand would bruise if he bit any harder. Helplessly, he clenched his eyes shut, hips jerking off the bed. Kallum pulled away for a brief moment and as cool air rushed over him, Darius looked up.
“Should I assist you?” He stared up at Darius, smiling as he absently stroked him.
Darius didn’t really know what he could do to assist, but hesitantly nodded, nonetheless. The Ringleader reached into the front pocket of his red shirt, tugging at seemingly thin air before a glossy black scarf emerged. The fine silk shone under the cheap yellow lamp light.
Kallum bunched the fabric and then pressed it to Darius’s lips. “Bite down. It’ll hurt much less.”
Taking his advice reluctantly, Darius dug his teeth into the expensive cloth, relaxing when it held up against the pressure. He sat up on his elbows, stomach trembling as he saw that breathtakingly beautiful man between his legs. His pale skin was flushed with Darius’s blood, and the mere notion of that struck disgust and excitement in his heart.
Kallum returned to his job with interest, sucking first at the head and then slowly sliding it deeper and deeper down his throat. The length glistened and swelled more with each pass, mesmerizing Darius.
The silk between his teeth grew wet, tasting like sin. He fisted Kallum’s tousled locks, thrusting his hips up experimentally. After only a few moments, bright, amused eyes flitted up to him.
Sliding off with an audible pop, Kallum chuckled. “Am I going too slow?”
Darius nodded his head slowly, wondering if his thoughts would be understood.
His smile turned feral. “Do you want to use me?” He traced the inside of Darius’s thigh, pressing a slow kiss to the soft skin. “Fuck my face?” he murmured, rubbing the head of the dripping length with his thumb. “Make it hurt?”
Darius vigorously shook his head, cheeks red. He didn’t trust his voice. Didn’t trust the desires bubbling up inside of him.
“Or,” Kallum watched him, expression twisting just a bit as he slowly stood up. “Maybe it’s the opposite?” He tipped Darius’s chin up, tugging the damp cloth out of his mouth. “Maybe being pleasured doesn’t bring you to life,” he whispered, lashes bowing.
His body tensed up as Kallum took his hand, bringing it up to the straining buttons on his own trousers. Darius ignored the immediate reaction to pull away. He swallowed hard at the feelings he had awoken in the Ringleader.
This was the proof. The mutual lust.
“Because of me?” he asked without thinking, eyes lifting up.
Kallum stroked his hair affectionately. “Yes.” He ground faintly against Darius’s warm, nervous hand. “Does it please you?”
He nodded, desperately stifling the shame. “Yeah,” he breathed, sliding his fingers down the tented material.
“Are you curious?” Kallum tilted his head down. His fingers slid to the base of Darius’s skull, keeping a firm, steadying grip there.
He licked his lips, vision narrowing on the metal buttons. “I…I’ve never done that.”
“Would you like to learn?” He caught Darius’s surprised gaze. “Or maybe you’d like me to guide you?” Kallum smiled widely. “You can experience all the pain you desire.”
He slowly led Darius closer until inexperienced lips were pressed against the cloth. “It fills your mouth bit by bit,” he whispered, “until it begs at the back of your throat.”
Darius’s mouth parted, hot breath and tongue wetting the fabric. His shaking hands hooked into the back of Kallum’s black suspenders. They dug into his shoulders, pulling the trousers tighter against his skin.
“We would start slow,” Kallum assured, grinding against Darius’s willing mouth, “wait until you relaxed, tongue heavy with my scent.” His breath hitched. “And then I would pull your hair taut,” his fingers clenched painfully in his locks, voice dropping, “and claim your mouth again and again.”
Darius muffled his cry, trembling all over.
He slumped forward, chest rising and falling as all his nerves set on fire. The mess between his legs and across his stomach felt cool compared to the heat raging through his mind and body. Fingers released his hair and then Kallum was ducking down, licking up the delectable splatter.
“My treasure…,” he groaned with all the reverence of a devotee. He drank up every last drop, ignoring the weak protests when he sucked the dripping head clean as well.
Darius just focused on breathing, adrenaline rushing through his veins and vision filled with colors. He clung to the man tugging his pants back into place, finding solace in the practiced care and murmured praises. The words blurred together, but they sounded sweet and comforting and present.
“Thank you for the delightful invitation.”
The Ringleader kissed him softly on his forehead and then was gone.
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