50 parts Ongoing MatureHe knew he was blushing; he could feel it. Boy, did he hate that. "I-I never sleep," his eyes darted away for a moment, "maybe I was thinking of all the ways I could bash your face in.
Devyn glared at those jade eyes, his lip curling slightly. He pressed their bodies closer, his leg slipping between Lexin's. "If you think-"
Devyn's words died from his lips as Lexin nearly whimpered, from both embarrassment and pleasure. Devyn's firm thigh was now pressed against his rock-hard dick, and he had no excuse as to why it was hard.
The two stared at each other in a thick silence, Lexin's eyes wide and Devyn's unreadable.
"Y-you should-"
"Is this why you're up," Devyn's tone began to drop, "couldn't find a good fuck at the party?"
Lexin glared and tried his best not to grind his hips forward and release some of the pain. "If I wanted to, I would have," he scowled.
"Since when do you come home unsatisfied? We both know you can't keep it in your pants," Devyn's eyes stayed locked on the bruises.
"Prick," Lexin hissed. Unable to stop himself, his hips pressed forward this time, his eyebrows pinching together. To his surprise Devyn pushed back. He wasn't gentle about it either as he applied the weight of his muscular thigh onto Lexin's hard on.
Devyn's dark eyes flicked to his before he leaned down, brushing his lips on the shell of Lexin's ear. "You want to tell me why you're so hard, princess?"
Lexin turned beat red, "Stop calling me that."
"That's not an answer," Devyn slid his head down and brushed his lips over the sore hickey.
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WARNING: this book has a choking and biting kink.
READ AT YOUR OWN RISK
