WARNING; MATURE CONTENT
"You talk too much."
Rai's retort cut off into a sharp, choked groan as Zade's fingers clamped hard around his jawline. The grip was unyielding, forcing Rai's head back into the mattress until his eyelids fluttered shut against the sudden, blinding sting of pressure.
He felt the cold press of Zade's thumb digging deep into the sensitive hollow beneath his ear.
But he refused to beg. He wouldn't give him the satisfaction of a single complaint. Rai just didn't have the energy to fight an ego as massive as Zade's anyways.
Zade didn't give him time to recover anyway. His mouth crashed down again, slick and unhurried, bruising Rai's lips with a deliberate, heavy rhythm.
Every time Zade pulled back just a fraction of an inch, letting a gasp of cool air hit Rai's overheated skin, his eyes would track the dark, slick line of Zade's mouth, watching him grin before diving right back in to take more.
