Page 121 of Two for Roughing

Damir rose and rounded the table. He clipped the necklace into place around Kilian’s neck, fumbling when the delicate clasp evaded his fingers.

Kilian held the gold pendant up, admiring it. “A phoenix for the Firecrackers?”

“In part.” Damir took his seat again. “But also for you. Your trade—the way it happened, and everything afterward. There are people who would be destroyed by only one of those things, whose confidence would be ruined. You came back stronger.”

The server brought out the cheese plate then, along with a few types of mustard. She described each in detail, and Kilian thanked her. But the second she left, his eyes returned to Damir, burning hot.

“We’re not leaving early because I want to enjoy the last course. But when we’re done, I’m going to need you to keep your promise to take me to the hotel, tie me up, and fuck my mouth.”

Damir’s mouth went dry. He took a sip from his water glass. “I can do that.”

They didn’t rush the cheese, but Damir asked for the check immediately after. It was steep, but memorable experiences cost money. Besides, for hockey players, a three-hundred-dollar meal was absolutely acceptable. Damir left an extra hundred as a tip, and then they collected their coats and headed for the exit.

The ride to the hotel took a half hour longer than Damir wanted to spend waiting, but they filled the time well enough talking about the meal. Kilian had never been to a three-star restaurant and was enthralled by the artistry of the plating. Damir, on the other hand, cared more about how he could incorporate some of the flavors into his own cooking without resorting to an amount of butter and salt that would get them in trouble with the meal plan. He ought to cook more fish.

Nonetheless, he was relieved when the ride ended and they could take the elevator up to their floor. He let his hand hover at the base of Kilian’s spine as he led him toward his room, hoping all the while the other guys had cleared out.

Blessedly, they found the room dark, cool, and quiet, and empty of interfering teammates.

Damir led Kilian to the center of it and stopped him with a hand on his chest. He turned to dig around in his suitcase for a moment until he came up with the missing item, the tie he’d decided against wearing earlier. From behind, with his chin hooked over Kilian’s shoulder, he pulled Kilian’s wrists together and bound them behind his back. When he was finished, Damir pushed Kilian down by the shoulders until he knelt on the plush carpet, fully dressed and wearing the necklace Damir had bought him just that morning. He walked around Kilian twice, slowly, appreciating the view before coming to a halt in front of him.

“I told you how good you look tonight, right?”

“Yes,” Kilian said with no hint of modesty.

“So clean and sharp. Makes me want to mess you up.”

Kilian’s mouth dropped open, ready and waiting.

Damir unbuckled his belt and pulled his cock out of his underwear. He wasn’t entirely soft, the anticipation of the evening keeping him at least slightly plumped up, but he was far from hard. Kilian fell forward eagerly, wrapping his plush lips around the full length. His weight settled against Damir’s thighs, and Damir’s head spun at the thought that Kilian would fall if not for Damir keeping him steady. For a few moments, Damir let him lick, relishing the heat of it as his cock began to thicken. When it became too much for Kilian to keep it all in his mouth, Damir grabbed hold of his hair and pulled him off until nothing but the head rested between his lips.

“Suck,” he instructed.

Kilian did, cheeks hollowing. Damir closed his eyes at the sudden intensity. The suction was too much, too harsh on his sensitive skin, and he tugged Kilian’s curls in punishment. “Gentler.”

The clench of Kilian’s mouth loosened, evening out into something much more bearable.

It was his second time sucking cock, Damir remembered, and a hot animal satisfaction forced his cock to full, throbbing hardness. Had Kilian ever been sucked off except for that one time in his kitchen? At the time, Damir wanted to push his limits, give him too much sensation to fully process. He hadn’t known Kilian had no idea what his limits were.

Using Kilian’s hair as a handle, Damir moved him up and down on his cock slowly, enjoying the heat of his mouth, the sloppy, inexpert motions of his tongue, and the desperate whines in his throat.

“Like this,” he explained. “Nice and slow to start, get me ready for you.”

Kilian made a sound of assent around the gag of Damir’s cock.

Heat surged through Damir’s gut, dripping in a heavy pulse off the tip of his cock and into Kilian’s waiting mouth. Kilian’s eyes fluttered shut in enjoyment.

“You’re so perfect,” Damir whispered. The words were loud in the quiet room, nothing but the wet sounds of Kilian’s inexperienced mouth on Damir’s aching cock accompanying them. “I could call you anything right now—my whore, my needy bitch, my pretty girl—and you’d love it, wouldn’t you?”

Kilian nodded frantically, the motion interrupting the blow job. Damir tightened his grip on Kilian’s hair and got him back on track.

“But you know what I want to call you most?” Damir punctuated the question by thrusting his hips forward, forcing Kilian to take him deeper. “Mine.”

Under his fingers, Kilian trembled.

He’d promised to fuck Kilian’s mouth, and he did. He didn’t go as hard or as deep as he might have with someone more experienced at cock-sucking, but he gave it enough power that Kilian struggled to keep up, drool dripping down his chin and onto Damir’s shoes and the carpet. When he felt himself getting close, Damir released his grip on Kilian’s hair, making him fall forward without his arms to steady him. The motion took Damir deeper, deep enough to gag Kilian briefly, his throat constricting around Damir.

Damir hissed in air through clenched teeth at the feel of it and forced himself not to move, letting Kilian struggle through it. When he’d regained control, Kilian started moving again, clumsy and desperate. It should have been a bad blow job. Kilian couldn’t get the rhythm steady, and he kept forgetting to use his tongue, then remembered again. But the sight of him struggling to stay upright, to make it good for Damir, compelled Damir so much he couldn’t help the way his balls drew up and his stomach tightened.