Fresh Roses

Things Not Seen (Extra #1)

Hi, enjoy it.

Song of the Chapter: The King by Conan Gray

(yes, I am using this song again for another RamKing book. Don't hurt me)

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Ram dug his fingers into the comforter, his mouth wide with his eyes shut as tight as he can squeeze them. He was having difficulty focusing on anything that was going on, King was commanding every sense in his body.

"Tsk, baby boy, try it one more time."

Ram pushed his upper body up to see King sitting at the edge of the mattress, a rose twirling between his fingers. Through clouded eyes, he saw the equation to the question King had him reviewing for the past ten minutes.

With a heavy breath, he answered, "The...twelve units."

"Twelve units, what?" King asked, placing his face in front of Ram's.

Ram couldn't concentrate, his senses hazy as he focused solely on the puppy eyes that were in front of him.

King moved away slightly and brushed the rose against the face of the junior. He loved the way Ram was looking at him, so innocent but demanding so much more than the senior was already giving him.

"Twelve units what?" King asked quietly, Ram biting onto one of the rose petals as his eyes rolled up and closed tightly.

"Squared."

King smiled and pulled the rose from Ram's lips, the petal punctured by Ram's teeth remaining between his teeth. Placing the stem of the flower between his lips, King swung around and sat on the base of Ram's back.

He leaned down and dropped the rose onto the junior's back, pressing a kiss against the hickey he'd made along the line of Ram's shoulder blade.

"Good boy," King breathed.

He leaned in front of the junior's face, taking the rest of the rose petal in his mouth before biting into Ram's lips.

Ram moved forward to dig in for more, craving more and more, he could taste the sweet, subtle taste of the rose. A tugging against Ram's ankles stopped him and King pulled back, a lust-filled smile on his lips.

"Mmm, look at such a good boy," King murmured, standing up and walking around the side of the bed, "You've passed the test with flying colors."

He traced his fingers down the back of both Ram's legs, starting from the edge of his boxers. He could feel Ram shuddering, the junior pushing himself back into the mattress.

King's hands brushed across the thin nylon strings that King used to train his plants, the red marks on Ram's ankles a bright red against a darkened blue and purple.

"Whose going to pass his midterms with flying colors?" King asked, bending down and kneeling on the hardwood floor.

Ram's toes were curled in tightly but the junior couldn't answer.

"Answer me," King ordered, biting down on Ram's ankle with the sharp taste of the nylon string coating his tongue.

Ram's back bent into the air and he dug his face into the pillow. He moaned loudly, King smirking and pulling Ram's ankles harshly. The younger was dragged to the edge of the bed and King flipped over Ram.

"Are you going to make your Phi proud?" King asked, sinfully sweet as he looked up at Ram's eyes. He was completely lost, King was surprised Ram had been able to answer any of the questions from the last half hour.