Nikolai x The Darkling

Nikolai

It hurt to see him like this somehow. Aleksander had deserved every moment of pain, but seeing him now..hurt. The slight curve of those lips, the lighting extenuating his sharp features, the lull of his head exposing a spot on his neck that I have an insane urge to kiss him, he's driving me mad.

Who am I kidding, I already am mad. I want to kiss The Darkling.

Dear saints, I want to kiss The Darkling.

I cover my mouth and look away, appalled at the truth. I want The Darkling.

"Your thinking is very loud." a startling voice rasped from in front of me. I should give him some water. No, I shouldn't have pity on him, he deserves this. But is he so horrible he has to have the discomfort of a parche-

I'm doing it again. I'm second guessing myself. Even he could tell i'm second guessing myself. Saints.

I look at him again, he's still achingly beautiful, and my heart pangs in my chest so loudly I force myself up and leave the cell.

I'm walking back to cell a flask of water in hand in less than three minutes. He's likely manipulating me with that grisha charm or something, but does some water really hurt? Saints, I have a type-

Lost in thought, I ran face first into the cell door with a thud. I curse and hear a weak chuckle as I pry open the door. Aleksander, thankfully, is still there. Of course he's still there. He's not getting out of those restraints, David made sure of it.

Even though Aleksander was clearly trying to get out. He was slumped in his chair, he was breathing laboriously and sweat slid down his body. Damn the saints, the white shirt he was wearing is soaked to the brim, exposing his toned muscles. His pale skin glistening in the candle light. I had to look away, feeling guilty and turned on. Who wouldn't though, he looks like a god, however in distress.

"Stop trying, you'll only hurt yourself" how weary I sound shocks me. He throws me a scowl, before his gaze snags on the flask in my hand. I give him a soft smile and unclasp the top.

He looks away defiantly and rasps, "I don't need your pity."

"But you do need water" I say, hesitating only a moment before swiftly walking up to him and gently grabbing his jaw, tilting his chin upwards toward the flask of water, letting a bit dribble onto his chapped lips. We're so close I can feel his heat. "Drink" I command. He cut me an aggravating stare, I threw it right back at him. Not a moment later he submitted to taking great lengthy gulps. Saints save me, I'm hardening in my pants. Nothing about this is sensual, nothing. Just one guy helping another drink some water.

Except it's not just that. Something about this is sensual, challenging. Like he wanted me to imagine him doing that to me, curling his lips around me, and draining every last drop out of me. I'm practically squirming and I bet I'm harder than a walnut right now so when the flask is empty, I lower it and gaze into those quartz eyes.

He looked more...vibrant? I don't know how to explain it. He looked more content and hopeful. Gazing up at me now, he looked as though he was seeing me differently than before.

"What"

"You imagined me doing that to you, didn't you?"

He knew. Of course he knows. He knows everything. In a surge of impulsive anger I smash my lips into his.

He wasn't even shocked, and seemed to expect it. All but a change in his breathing revealed. That just pissed me off more. Our tongues are fighting and I hit his shoulder, pressing my knee into his crotch which drives a groan from the grisha, but it's drowned out by our kiss.

Finally, he melts into my caress. His warm mouth putty against my unyielding one. I suck and bite at his swollen lips while running my calloused hands across his soft skin. I break off and kiss down his neck, finding that soft spot I found earlier and sucking on it. He lets out a moan that pleases me so thoroughly that my cock strains against the buttons of my trousers. I want him so badly to touch me but I can't undo his bindings. Instead, I grab a cluster of dark tresses in my hand, yanking back his neck and make a line of hickeys down his pale vulnerable throat, ignoring the collar. I reach down and trail my free hand along the small of his wet back, tearing a shudder from Aleksander. I try my best to not cum in my pants at that. I venture down further, pressing my hand firmly against his soft ass. I groped the bound grisha's butox brutally, letting him writhe against my muscled thigh. A pleasing sight to behold, really. The strongest grisha in the world, bound, in a cell, writhing against me, the prince of Ravka.

He's moaning now, enjoy the little friction between us a bit too much. I hold him in place, making him stop. What would it hurt if I took off a few bindings? Before he had a chance to cuss me out, I bent down and undo the cuff holding his left leg. "Are you letting me go?"I chuckle softly.

"Worse"