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“I loathe you,” Genim hissed, ripping at Derek’s cravat. “You are the most- the most-” His voice died on a whimper as Derek’s teeth sank into his neck.
“For once in your life, just be silent,” Derek said. “Anyone could hear you.”
Indeed, they were liable to be caught at any moment, nothing but the library door between themselves and the rest of Lord McCall’s ball.
“We both know you don’t truly wish me to be quiet, Lord Hale, now do you?” Genim’s voice was a filthy, wicked reminder of times past. Derek clapped a hand over those plush lips and pushed Genim down onto the velvet reading couch. He lay there, splayed out as if it was his natural habitat, and Lord knew, maybe it was.
“How many people have had you like this, you filthy tart?” Derek’s fingers worked at his breeches even as he asked the question. “Just how many lords have defiled you on this very piece of furniture, where anyone might see?”
Genim smirked up at him, lust sparking in his eyes. “Oh, not just lords, Derek. Would you like to know the details? I can feel how hard you are now- would it make you even more desperate to know exactly whose hands have been on me since yours? Which men spread my thighs while you were away?”
Derek gave up on the buttons of his breeches and simply pulled them open without a care for the fine fabric. “If you can’t be quiet on your own, by god, I will find something better to do with that mouth of yours.” He crawled up Genim’s body, knees pinning his fine-boned arms to the velvet. That ridiculous, red, wet mouth was already open and waiting for Derek’s cock, and oh, Derek intended to take advantage of it. But that smirk was still there, Genim staring up at Derek as if he knew how badly Derek needed it.
His fingers wrapped around his cock, hard and already wet at the tip, and smacked it against the soft skin of Genim’s cheek. It earned him a gasp, a tiny moment of shock in those brown eyes, so he did again, cock hitting and dragging, catching against the corner of Genim’s mouth. Genim turned, mouth dropping impossibly open, and Derek’s cock was sliding into hot, wet, familiar, so so good.
Then it was suction and whimpers, long fingers digging into Derek’s hips, his hands clutching at Genim’s head, fast and hot and everything he’d wanted the two years he was away. Derek’s breath hitched, close and closer, right on the edge-
A twist and a shove, and Derek’s back hit the Persian carpet beneath the sofa. His cock was throbbing, so close to release. All he could do was stare as Genim gathered himself up to stand tall above him.
“Go to hell, Lord Hale,” Genim said. “There is no one here who wants you.”