Ksar looked at him through heavy-lidded eyes, his thumb stroking Seyn’s earlobe, making him shiver violently. His silver gaze didn’t look away from him even for a moment, so intense it felt like a physical touch. “I’m going to strip you, bend you over my desk, and give you a thorough fucking. That’s all. It’s been a long, stressful day and I’m not in the mood to be imaginative.”
Seyn wet his lips, his cock twitching but his whole being rebelling at the idea of giving this man that kind of control over him.
“Only if you make it good,” Seyn said, feigning nonchalance.
His lips curling, Ksar pushed him off his lap and started unfastening Seyn’s shirt. He didn’t even glance at his own hands, still holding Seyn’s gaze. “Is there a doubt?”
Seyn licked his dry lips again, feeling torn between wanting to punch that arrogant dick and sucking his dick. “If someone told you arrogance was an attractive trait, they lied.”
“It’s not arrogance,” Ksar said, pulling Seyn’s shirt off and finally looking away from his eyes.
Seyn shivered under Ksar’s heavy gaze on his body. He suppressed the bout of insecurity and doubt. He knew that by most planets’ standards, he looked good. Hell, he knew he looked more than just good. He was on the lean side, but he was toned with muscle, his shoulders, pecs and stomach well defined. He looked after his body, made sure to keep it in perfect shape, a habit more than anything. Ksar often accused him of being a vain attention whore, and while it wasn’t true, it…had a grain of truth.
Seyn still cringed when he remembered the phase he’d gone through in his late teens, when he’d gotten into his head that Ksar might actually start liking him if he were as perfect as him. The phase didn’t last long, thankfully—he knew better now—but the habit to work out and look as good as possible had stuck.
So yes, he knew he looked good, objectively, but this was Ksar, the man who always found some fault in him.
Whatever Ksar was thinking as his hands traveled down Seyn’s sides to his waistband, it was hard to tell. Even the skin contact gave no real clue to what Ksar was feeling: Seyn’s own lust made it hard to pick up someone else’s emotions through touch-telepathy.
Seyn’s stomach quivered as Ksar’s large hands spread over it.
“Nervous?” Ksar said, stroking his trembling stomach with his knuckles.
“Not at all,” Seyn lied.
Ksar chuckled softly, hooking his thumbs on the waistband of Seyn’s loose pants and tugging them down so slowly Seyn was positive the bastard was doing it on purpose, his hands stroking his tingling skin ever so slightly.
By the time Ksar took his pants off, Seyn was a wreck. A panting, flushed wreck of want. When Ksar actually got to his knees to take the shoes off him, long fingers stroking Seyn’s ankles and making his toes curl, Seyn felt embarrassingly close to begging, and he suddenly hated himself more than he hated this man. At this rate, he thought he might come from one touch to his cock, which would be a whole new level of mortifying.
Ksar’s eyes lifted to Seyn’s as his hands finally slid up Seyn’s bare legs to stroke his quivering thighs. The asshole actually had the nerve to smile a little at Seyn’s hateful gaze. Granted, his hateful gaze probably wasn’t particularly threatening considering that his hard cock was practically poking Ksar in the face.
“You should be careful with murderous looks like that,” Ksar said in his usual monotone. “You could actually hurt someone whose shields aren’t as good as mine.”
Before the implications of what Ksar had just said could sink in, Ksar fucking swallowed his cock. Seyn’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, a long, stuttered moan leaving his lips. Fucking hell. Ksar sucked cock as aggressively and confidently as everything he did, his strong hands gripping Seyn’s thighs so hard they were probably leaving finger-shaped bruises, but Seyn didn’t care. All he cared about was that perfect, warm, wet mouth around his aching cock, and fuck, he was about to come into Ksar’s mouth—
Except Ksar pulled back, letting Seyn’s cock slip out of his mouth, and said, “Not yet.”
His whole body burning with need and desperation, Seyn glared down at him, feeling like he wasn’t even in control of his own voice anymore. He couldn’t look away from Ksar’s lips, which were shiny from Seyn’s leaking cock.
“Turn around,” Ksar instructed, his eyes roaming all over Seyn’s naked body.
Seyn wished he could tell him exactly where he could shove that bossy attitude. But his cock was so hard it hurt, and his body felt like one raw nerve, ready to unravel at a single touch. So he turned and bent over the desk, arching his back instinctively, and felt a rush of vindictive pleasure when he heard Ksar’s breathing hitch.