a-misunderstanding-my-love:
Quickly, Nicolas placed his hands forcefully on either side of Kai’s shoulders, pushing him back as he moved forward, one knee sliding between the other immortal’s legs, rocking roughly against his testicles. “A mewling submissive, Kai? Me?” A hiss as Nicolas sucked in air, his fangs well and truly bared, now, “If I ever find myself ‘submitting’ to you, it will hardly be as some pathetic animal.”
He sniffed carefully, their faces too close now, the game still well underway, but taking a dangerous turn. “Expect to work for it, Alakai.” He flicked his tongue over a fang. “If you want to dominate me…Bitch Daddy…expect to earn it.”
Alakai snorted with laughter, a husky moan working it’s way into the all-too-gleeful noise as he felt Nicolas press against him. He was excited. There was a certain thrill to the fact that he couldn’t read Nicolas--and to the fact that he wouldn’t know whether or not he was pushing things to far until the other snapped.
Kai shifted, his hands settling on Nicki’s hips. His chin tilted so that their lips were a mere breath apart, enough that just speaking could close the distance. “Why earn your submission when I could take it?” Blunt nails dug into Nicki’s hips and the singer pulled him in, pressing their bodies as close together as he possibly could. “Would you be mad, baby? How much would you want to kill me?”
Alakai would never take things too far, not in the sense that he’d violate Nicolas. No, if he took the Frenchman by force, it would be nothing more than to bring him to his knees. In all honesty, Kai had never touched another man intimately without full permission--and this was going to be no exception. Even now, he made no move to take control of the situation; he merely continued to taunt and tease and tug at Nicki’s hips.
“How far can I push you before you’ve had enough?”
