Ksar glanced down at Seyn’s hand as though it was something offensive.
“Remove your hand,” he said.
“Why?” Seyn said, stepping closer. “Does it bother you?”
Ksar’s face gave nothing away, but his heart was beating fast and hard under Seyn’s hand.
Confused but pleased that he was getting under the bastard’s skin, Seyn moved even closer, so close their faces were a breath apart. His own heart was beating fast, his body tense and hyper-aware of Ksar’s proximity. Was it fear? Probably. For all Seyn’s words that he wasn’t afraid of Ksar, he wasn’t an idiot. If Ksar was as strong a telepath as everything indicated, he was dangerous. People were afraid of high-level telepaths for a reason.
“Step away,” Ksar said, meeting his eyes. There was something dark lurking in them. “I’m warning you, boy.”
Seyn bristled. “Don’t you call me that!”
“That’s what you are,” Ksar said, his thin lips twisting into a sneer. “A little boy. Not a man. Or you would know better than to annoy me and then get all over my personal space.”
Seyn glared. “You wouldn’t dare do anything to me, you arrogant piece of shit—”
Ksar slammed their mouths together.
Seyn’s mind went utterly blank. He didn’t even resist when Ksar pushed his tongue between his lips.
It took him several long moments to regain his ability to think.
Ksar was kissing him.
Ksar was kissing him.
Which meant…
Which meant that Ksar was attracted to him. It seemed unbelievable, but there was no other explanation for this. Kisses on the cheek, on the nose, or on the neck could mean different things on different planets. But a deep kiss on the mouth was an unambiguous sign of physical attraction, universal for most civilized planets of the galaxy.
Ksar wanted him. Him.
A feeling of utter glee washed over Seyn. For the first time in his life, he finally felt like he had the upper hand over Ksar. For the first time in his life, he was glad that he had his stupid bond and that he was above feelings like lust and arousal. Not that he would be attracted to an asshole like Ksar if he were capable of getting sexually aroused—Seyn was certain he would have more common sense than that—but still, he was glad that he could remain absolutely level-headed while Ksar’s prided composure was nowhere to be seen. He owned Ksar.
Ksar wrenched his mouth away and glowered at him, his lips shiny and his skin tinged with color. “You’re delusional if you think you can use this against me. This is nothing.”
Seyn let his gaze travel down Ksar’s body and smiled when he saw the obscene bulge in Ksar’s pants. He might be sexually inexperienced, but he knew what that meant. He was hardly a sheltered innocent. He was aware of the most obvious physical sign of arousal. He had off-world friends who’d told him about sex in lurid detail.
Seyn returned his eyes to Ksar’s stony face. He had no idea how seduction worked, but if someone as naive as Harry could do it, it couldn’t be very hard, right? Even if seducing such an awful person like Ksar made him want to puke a little, Seyn could absolutely do it. It would just be a means to an end.
“If you break my bond, I’ll put your…thing in my mouth,” Seyn said, figuring straightforwardness was the best approach.
Ksar stared at him.
And then…and then he threw his head back and laughed, a full belly laugh that Seyn had not thought Ksar capable of.
Seyn scowled, his face warming. Did he say something funny?
“My thing,” Ksar said at last, smirking in that condescending, arrogant way that never failed to make Seyn want to scream and punch him in the face.
Ksar gave him a dismissive look. “I don’t put ‘my thing’ into little boys’ mouths. I like men who know how to suck cock.”
Seyn had never felt such rage in his life. Screw seducing Ksar to make him break the bond. It was a matter of pride now.
He leaned in and pressed his lips against Ksar’s jaw.
Immediately, he felt Ksar go rigid.
Seyn was frozen too, breathing shallowly as Ksar’s faint stubble prickled his lips.
He smelled good. How could such a vile man smell so good?
Shaking off the weird thought, Seyn dragged his lips down Ksar’s jawline and almost flinched when he felt a very muted rush of pleasure that wasn’t his own. Ksar’s shields were normally as impenetrable as a fortress, but the skin contact and the fact that Ksar’s mental faculties were clearly compromised, allowed Seyn to get some faint feedback.
“Cease this immediately,” Ksar bit off, his hands clamping on Seyn’s wrists.
Seyn kissed the corner of Ksar’s mouth and felt as Ksar’s muscles tensed even more.
“You can deny this all you want, but you aren’t fooling anyone here,” Seyn murmured, nipping at Ksar’s sharp jaw. “I know you want me. I bet that’s what you always wanted: to make me shut up with your cock.”