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Seaborn

“Say it for me,” I say as soon as the hotel door closes behind us. 

“What would you like, princess peach?” 

“We’ve moved on to video games, have we?” I ask, tugging my shirt off, desperate to touch him after hours of having to treat him like more than a rival and new teammate. 

“Yes, because you’re cute like button.” He wiggles a finger at me not bothering to hide his glee. 

I hold up my middle finger. “I’m going to shut you up with my dick, and I’m sure that’s not where you want me balls deep.” 

“You can start there, but no, that’s not what I want.” Ktytor says eyes half lidded while he drags his attention over me. “Do you not want to be cute?”

I haven’t really thought about it, but the answer comes quickly. “No.” 

“Then what you want?” He leans against the wall, and some how it makes him sexier. 

“To be sexy.” 

“You are sexy man. But cute is different. It makes me want to keep you around.” A smirk is plastered all over his face. He’s loving this. 

“You only now are deciding you want to keep me around?” I pretend to be offended. 

“It would get awkward playing on the same team if we broke up. Is good decision, no?” He casually shoves off the wall approaching me. 

“Don’t you fucking start with me.” I shove him towards the bed. “I can’t believe you only like my cuteness.” 

“Okay, okay, I admit, your dick is also nice.” He winks. 

“You better fucking think so.” I step into him, bumping chests while dropping my voice. “Get on the bed. I want your ass.” 

“Is this all I am to you? A nice piece of ass or something?” He lifts his gaze to mine, barely rubbing our noses together. He’s killing me. 

I’ve never felt such urgency as when I’m with him. I need him out those damn clothes. “I’m just cute to you.” 

“No, I said your dick is also pretty nice. You men never listen.” He undoes the top button of his shirt. 

I suck in a breath, barely stopping myself from jumping him. “Next, you’re going to say you’re not sure we should live together.” 

“Are we living together?” Cheeky isn’t just written all over his mouth, it’s in all his movements. Even the way he stands. He lives to push my buttons and I love that about him, I realize. 

“I almost want to hit you again.” I resist the urge to help him unbutton his shirt. 

“If that’s what makes you hard, button.” 

All I can do is laugh. “You make me hard.” 

“How do I make you hard?” he asks, pulling his tie loose. 

“That is a good start.” I drop my gaze down his body, needing to get my hands on his skin but at the same time wanting to watch him undress himself. 

“I love the way you look at me.” His voice is low and husky. 

“It’s impossible not to.” Fuck, I am so in love with him. I don’t even know how to contain it anymore. Sometimes I feel like I can’t breathe because of how much I need him. 

How are we going to keep this a secret? 

“So you are saying I should tease you?” His fingers worked over the buttons, painfully slowly. 

“You always tease me. Don’t act like this is new.” I don’t know what came over me, but I want to watch. I sit on the edge of the bed, knees open, cock already tenting the thin material of my slacks. “You are so fucking sexy.” 

“You are so easy.” He leaves his shirt on, now open, and hooks his thumbs in his pocks tugging them low on his hips. 

“Only for you.” I grip my cock through my pants. Warmth sparks in my chest when Ktytor instantly drops his attention to my cock. 

“Who’s putting on the show here?” he asks playfully, unbuckling his belt. 

It piques my attention. “We getting kinky tonight?” 

“Only if you touch yourself again.” Pulling his belt from the loops, but he instead of tossing it aside he folds it in half then loops it around my hands pulling it tight. 

I lift my hands away from my cock. “When can I touch myself?” 

“You can’t. I get to touch you.” He thumbs the button on his pants. 

“Taking control tonight?” I lift my gaze to meet his. 

“I’m always in control. You should know this.” He opens his pants, cock springing free. 

“No boxers?” 

His smile spreads, reaching his beautiful eyes. “I waited all night and you didn’t even notice.” He clicks his tongue shaking his head. 

“When did you expect me to notice?” I scoff. We were never alone. 

He wraps his hand around his cock stroking slowly, and I almost don’t hear him. “When you fucked me in the bathroom?” 

I growl out a groan, cock aching. I go to touch it but he cocks his head and I freeze. 

“That’s what I thought. No touching, Ronan.” He steps between my knees putting his dick basically in my face. 

I flick my tongue over my lips. “I’m not touching.” 

He resumes his stroking, pre-cum pearling at his tip. “Such a good little honey biscuit.” 

“Little?” I breathe my words over his tip, not touching but letting him feel the heat. 

“That was a little fib.” He rolls his hand. “I need you inside me.” 

I grab his hip dragging him forward another inch so every stroke almost rubs his tip over my lips. “With nothing between us. I’m going to own every inch of you and fuck you into the mattress until you’re too tried to move and then I’m going to use you while you sleep.” 

“Don’t make promises you don’t plan on keeping.” He juts his hips forward rubbing his tip over my lips. “I will be very disappointed if I don’t feel you when I wake up.” 

I part them, sucking on just his head. “I’m going to come in you over and over until you can’t walk.” 

He smears pre-cum over my lips. “This is how I know you’re the one.” 

“The one?” I can’t hide my shock.

“This is thing Americans say, yes?” 

“It is…do you know what it means?” I ask carefully. 

“Does it have some secret meaning other than the obvious?” He deadpans. 

“No…you think I’m the one?” I wrap my arms around him, sliding them up his back under his shirt. 

“This is not obvious to you? I hated you and I still couldn’t stop thinking about your cock. I think this makes it clear no.” He puts one knee on the bed and then the other, straddling me. 

I grab his chin directing his mouth to mine. He melts into the kiss, grinding his cock into my chest. “I love when you’re on top,” I say when we break apart. 

“Me too, but that’s not what I want tonight. I will ride you to wake you up.” 

“What do you want?” 

“I distinctly remember you saying you were going to fuck me into the mattress. I need you to own me.” He undoes a few of the buttons on my shirt but gets impatient and pulls it over my head. 

“I already own you.” I peel down his slacks as our mouths meet again. 

“Show me.” 

We rip the rest of each other’s clothes off, and he ends up on all fours looking at me over his shoulder. 

I spread his cheeks, brushing my thumb over his tight hole. 

He arches his back, sucking in a breath. “No teasing. I need you.” 

“Are you asking nicely?” I buck forward rubbing my tip over him. 

His whole body reacts and he hisses, dropping his head to hand between his shoulders. “I can be nice.” 

“When?” I say playfully while finding the lube. I pour some into my hand and massage it over his opening. 

He clenches, rubbing back into me. “Fuck me and you’ll find out.” 

“I need to prep you first.” 

“Just get inside me.” His groans in his raspy voice. 

“I will.” We’ve been having a lot of sex with him being in the city more, but I’m enjoying teasing him. “After I—” 

He snarls, straightening up on his knees to have twist around and grab my cock. “Ronan, if you make me wait another fucking minute—” 

I smile pressing my lips to his neck and shoulder and every other place I can reach. 

“Don’t be cute.” Ktytor rubs me between his cheeks. 

“I can’t help it. I need to kiss you.” 

“What you need is to be inside me.” 

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