Roman’s eyes tracked the movement. He sat down on the bed, inches away from Luke’s head.
The boy visibly stiffened, watching him warily. In the yellow light of the lamp his hair looked like a golden halo.
“This is my house,” Roman said. “Everything in this house is mine. You’re not a guest here. I can come and go as I please. I don’t have to explain myself to you. I can do whatever I want.” I can do whatever I want to you.
They stared at each other in silence, tension stretching out like a taut wire between them.
An owl hooted outside the window.
Luke swallowed. “I know what you want,” he whispered. “I’m not stupid.”
Roman threaded his fingers through the golden locks. So soft and pretty. “And what do I want?” he said.
Seconds passed, loaded with tension.
At last, Luke said, looking him in the eye, his cheeks tinged with pink, “You want to fuck my mouth. You keep looking at it.”
It was a struggle to keep his face impassive.
“I’m not a faggot,” Roman said, without any inflection. He wasn’t a raging homophobe, at least compared to his men, but he certainly wasn’t a sympathizer. He’d never understood why some men would prefer flat chests, hairy asses, and unattractive legs to women’s soft, shapely bodies.
Luke smiled crookedly, flashing a hint of a dimple. “My ex wasn’t a faggot, either. Didn’t stop him from putting his dick in my mouth. What guy doesn’t like getting his dick wet? A faggot’s mouth is just as good as any woman’s.”
So the boy was gay, as he had suspected. And Roman could see that despite his light tone, Luke’s casual smile was put on, forced. It was clearly a sensitive subject to him, and yet…there was something else there.
Roman studied him for several moments. The boy was blushing a little, his pupils dilated and his breathing unsteady. He kept licking his lips.
Interesting.
“You almost sound like you’re trying to convince me to do it,” Roman said.
A nervous laugh left Luke’s lips. “You scare me shitless. Why would I want to have my throat stuffed with your cock?”
Roman’s blood rushed downward. “You have a very vivid imagination.”
Luke’s eyes went wide and his pretty pink blush darkened to crimson.
They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity.
Unhurriedly, Roman unzipped his trousers with his free hand and pulled himself out.
Luke dropped his gaze and stared at Roman’s half-hard cock inches away from his face. “What?” he whispered hoarsely.
Carding his fingers through the boy’s curls, Roman said, “Isn’t this what you want?”
Luke shook his head, his eyes fixated on Roman’s hardening cock.
“I think it is,” Roman said, nudging the head of his cock against the boy’s madly beating pulse before dragging it up Luke’s neck to his cherry lips. So fucking pretty. Luke was breathing unsteadily, his eyes wide, cheeks flushed. Roman watched him avidly, keeping his face cool and collected, as if his erection wasn’t brushing Luke’s lips, as if he didn’t want to shove his cock down the boy’s throat and fuck it raw.
“Suck,” Roman said quietly.
Luke swallowed and shook his head again, but it didn’t look very convincing, considering the fact that he had an erection, too. One glance was enough to confirm it.
“I’m not going to force you,” Roman said. “Ask me nicely and I’ll give you a cock to suck.”
“No,” Luke said, squeezing his eyes shut. He looked pained and tense as Roman nudged his cock against his lips. Luke whined when Roman slapped his mouth with his cock.
“No,” the boy said again, even as he mouthed Roman’s cock greedily. “Please, don’t do this.”
Ah. A heady wave of arousal washed over Roman. If this was what Luke was into, fine.
“Red, yellow, green,” Roman said, gripping the curls tighter in his hand.
Luke blinked up at him in confusion. Shit, he seemed completely out of it already. Finally, understanding dawned in those dark eyes.
“Green,” Luke murmured, surprise flashing across his expressive face—no doubt he was surprised that the asshole who had kidnapped him was decent enough to give him safewords. The boy couldn’t know that Roman was playing a long game. He would be nice enough to Luke. He would be so good to him that soon the boy wouldn’t be able to breathe without him.
“Suck it, blyad,” Roman said, letting his voice become harsher.
“No,” Luke said, shaking his head, his eyes dark and hungry.
Roman slapped him across his cheek. Luke whimpered and looked up at him, panting. Roman yanked the boy’s face onto his hard cock and hissed as Luke’s wet mouth engulfed him, plump lips cradling his aching erection. Fucking hell.
Before he could stop himself, before he could think twice about what he was doing, his hips were snapping forward, his cock thrusting in and out of the boy’s mouth with obscene, wet sounds. Luke was whimpering quietly around the length fucking his throat, his eyes squeezed shut, tears glistening at the corners of them.