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“Ah, fuck,” Raider murmured as he started to lift and plunge, pleasuring himself on Seth.

Seth lay back, giving himself over to Raider. Raider ground against him, rocking to feel Seth’s cock rub against his prostate. His own cock twitched and leaked as he milked himself there. Seth’s eyes were locked on it like he couldn’t look away.

“Watching you,” Seth gasped, “is gonna make me come.”

Raider moaned at that and picked up his pace, lifting and plunging, growing frantic with it because it felt so damn good. He chased that feeling, losing himself in it, in the way his body hummed and tightened.

Gods, he could do this forever.

But then Seth started to punch up into him and growled out, “Let me see you come. Let me see that pretty cock shoot its load all over me. Let me feel your ass strangling my dick.”

“Fuck, Seth, fuck!”

“Harder, baby, fucking come.” Seth drove into him from below as Raider pounded down. “Let me see you—fuck!”

They both shouted as Raider’s orgasm triggered Seth’s. Raider’s release spurted from his cock as Seth punched up into him. Seth’s cock was kicking against Raider’s prostate as his own creamy strands fell on Seth’s belly and chest. The sight sent Raider into a frenzy. He lost all sense of himself as his hips jerked and his cock continued to spurt and Seth came in heavy waves inside him.

When Raider pitched forward, Seth lurched up to catch him. They held onto each other through the aftershocks, their bodies still joined and shuddering, their mess so perfectly beautiful.

CHAPTER 16

“HAVE YOU EVER BEEN HERE before?” Seth asked Raider as their server departed, leaving behind an elaborate kahve service.

Like many businesses in Kastari, the kahve house was open air, essentially a deep portico with a columned front open to the street. They were in one of Kastari’s wealthy quarters, a fact made obvious by the arcane fans chasing out the late-morning heat. Fine carpets and plump cushions softened the knee-high platforms.

Settling back with a glass cup of kahve, Raider snorted at Seth’s question. “I would never have been allowed in this place.”

“Why not?” Seth asked, surprised, as he sat cross legged with his own cup. He knew that he looked out place here in his structured Curator garb. Certainly, his black leather boots, removed by custom in such establishments, stood out on the floor next to Raider’s sandals.

Raider, however, looked entirely at home. The drop-crotch style of his teal shalvar pants easily accommodated his partially reclined position. He had one leg extended, the other drawn up. An elbow on one of the cushions propped up his upper body. His dark blue vest hung open, offering a tantalizing glimpse of his bronzed abdomen above his violet sash. Most of the wealthy women kept looking at him—and a number of the men.

Why the hell wouldn’t he have been allowed in here? Fuck, they should pay him to be in here, looking like that. More than one passerby had given him a double take then come inside.

Raider replied in a dry tone, “I guess you haven’t realized this, but before I was whisked away into a brief life of imperial luxury, I was gutter trash. A street rat.”

Anger lashed hot and fast through Seth’s body. “You better check your fucking tone.”

Raider laughed. “It’s true.”

Oh, so he thought he was safe to talk shit like that, four feet away from Seth in a public space?

When Seth set his cup on the silver tray beside the fluted carafe and the plate of pistachio-crusted pastries, Raider looked amused. That look shifted to wariness as Seth crept across the platform.

Outside Raider’s extended leg, Seth knelt on one knee. His other knee was up, his stockinged foot planted on the rug. He knew Raider would understand the readiness of his position, would recognize how Seth was prepared to deal with him.

Raider’s amber eyes watched him with both wariness and interest. His lips were slightly parted. His breathing was quickening.

“Why don’t you try that again,” Seth suggested in a low, intent voice as he planted one of his hands in the open space between Raider’s legs, “without pissing me off?”

Raider’s eyelids fluttered. A flush hit his prominent cheekbones. “Unless you want to fuck right here in front of all these people, I’d suggest you return to your side.”

An image flashed through Seth’s mind. He imagined pulling Raider under him, stripping away his pants to reveal the cock he could see stirring under the teal silk. He imagined unlacing his own pants to free his stiffening cock. He imagined spearing into Raider in front of everyone, so that everyone who kept eyeing Raider could see that Raider was his.

As Seth blinked the image away, he could see in Raider’s eyes how the thought had shown in his face. He could see that Raider liked it.

Seth let out a long, slow breath, trying to calm his body, but he didn’t retreat. He settled his hand on Raider’s knee and said, “Tell me.”

Raider closed his eyes in a way that didn’t at all help Seth regain his self-control. “Gods, Seth, sit back. I can’t think when you’re touching me.”