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The next time that cock pushed in Nix lost it. He cried out and clawed at Yejun’s back, squeezing his thighs around him as he continued to fuck in as deep as he could go. He came, his orgasm sending waves of pure electricity coursing through his entire body as he jerked under Yejun’s toned form.
“Ready to feel why real cock is better than a toy?” Yejun asked, and before Nix could follow, he thrust in and ground himself against him. A second later he came, hot shoots of come squirting into Nix’s body.
He felt the warmth spread inside of him, felt it fill him up as Yejun continued to pump into him. It seemed to last an impossibly long time before the Demon started to soften.
Nix went boneless all at once, eyes slipping shut even as he felt Yejun pull himself free. He listened, only partially paying attention as the other guy got up and started moving about, only looking when he was suddenly lifted up.
“What are you doing?” he asked as he was brought back to his feet and held there by Yejun until the Demon was certain he could stand on his own.
Yejun picked up the stool he’d tossed earlier and returned it to the dais before twisting Nix around and bending him into a mirror of the position he’d had him in earlier before the crazy, intimate sex.
“You can’t be serious?” Nix growled, but he didn’t move, keeping the position. He winced when he felt something warm and sticky seep out of his hole and drip down his inner thigh.
“I’m always serious about art,” Yejun said teasingly before kissing his jaw and slapping him once across the ass. Then he left him there and returned to his seat, picking up his sketchpad. “This is so much better than the last one. The view is…”
There was a moment of quiet, followed by what sounded like a click that had Nix tensing. “Did you just—”
“Stay still, Firebird,” Yejun ordered and started drawing. “If I can get this sketch done within five minutes, we’ll have enough time for a second round.”
“Second round?!”
“Going to pretend not to want me again?” Yejun asked. “That worked out so well for you the first time.”
Nix clamped his jaw shut and pretended not to hear when the Demon laughed at him.
Chapter 18:
West tossed the drea in the air and caught it, the circular fruit’s shiny blood red skin reflecting the harsh overhead lighting of the classroom as he waited for the rest of the students to poor out.
“Are you planning on eating that or just going to play with it all day?” Beck Bardin, Imperial seventh in line for the throne, and also a professor at Foxglove, asked dryly. He flipped through the screen on his tablet, standing behind his desk with his other hand in his pocket.
“You’ve really got this whole teacher look down,” West said.
“That’s because I am one,” he reminded, finally looking up to send him a questioning look. “Do you need something?”
“Just hanging out.” He snapped his fingers almost as soon as he’d finished the sentence. “Actually, yeah. Has Lake spoken to you yet?”
Beck straightened, brow furrowing. “About?”
“Your father.”
The Imperial family was always a hot mess as far as West was concerned, but they’d really taken it to the extreme in recent generations. Beck’s father, Hendrix, was Lake’s cousin on his father’s side, though through marriage. Because it’d been a fairly political merger of two bloodlines, Hendrix had been given the title of Imperial and placed in the line of succession. His son, Lake’s cousin once removed, Beck was also in line, though one step below his dad.
Lake wasn’t particularly close with his family, even less so after the deaths of his parents had left him an orphan and Hendrix had refused to take him in. Since they had no blood relation, he’d claimed he wasn’t suitable.
Even though they were only two years apart in age, Lake had never been interested in trying to form a relationship with Beck, either. They’d attend the same Essential events and exchange pleasantries if Beck initiated it, but that was about the extent of it. Which was why it wasn’t all that surprising that Lake hadn’t talked to him yet, despite promising West and Yejun he would.
Beck pinched the bridge of his nose and leaned back against the projection board. “What has he done now?”
This was one of the reasons West liked Beck. He wasn’t a slave to his father’s bullshit the same way West allowed himself to be. More often than not, he wished he could be more like Beck, borrow some of that indifference. Unfortunately, no matter how much he talked himself up beforehand, the second West was in the same room as his father all of those preparations were dashed to smithereens.
It wasn’t so much that he wanted to please his old man. West just wanted to be acknowledged. That was something people like Lake and Yejun would never understand, the first because he’d never cared about such things, and the later because his parents both showered him with adoration.
“Maybe nothing,” West admitted, tossing the fruit again, relishing the satisfying thump it made when it hit the center of his palm. “We were hoping you could tell us.”
“I haven’t heard anything,” he said, thinking it over. “What’s made you suspicious?”
“You know that hacker the Order is after?”