do not know what you are talking about, Eridan.” His voice was cold and uncompromising. “This conversation is over.”
Eridan said, “No.”
He felt the very air between them become charged with his Master’s anger.
Eridan moved Castien’s hand up his neck, to his mouth. He rubbed his lips against his Master’s palm before slipping his thumb into his mouth. He sucked, looking Castien in the eye, challenging. The inside of his mouth felt so sensitive, and Eridan nearly moaned from how good it felt. He felt blood rush to his crotch, arousal pooling between his legs, hot and heavy. He sucked harder on his Master’s thumb, relishing the sensation, the taste of his Master’s skin, the feel of a part of his Master’s body inside him.
“Cease this immediately,” Castien bit out, his gaze fixed on Eridan’s mouth, the blue of his eyes so dark his eyes seemed black.
“Why?” Eridan said through their bond, sucking on Castien’s thumb. “Why did you suddenly acquire a conscience, Master?”
“It’s not about conscience, you insolent brat,” Castien said, pulling his finger out of Eridan’s mouth with an obscene pop. He pressed the wet thumb against Eridan’s bottom lip, his gaze a mix of fascinated and disgusted. “If it were a matter of conscience, or lack thereof, I would have stuffed you with my cock years ago.”
Eridan shivered, squeezing his thighs together. There was something obscene about his Master, the high and mighty Master Idhron, who rarely ever used contractions, saying such a vulgar word as “cock.”
“Then what is the problem?” Eridan said breathlessly, flicking his tongue out to lick Castien’s thumb.
“The problem is, that would be extremely idiotic in the long run.” Despite his harsh words, Castien’s gaze remained fixed on Eridan’s mouth. “Now stop this ridiculousness. This is the last we speak of this.”
Eridan glowered at him. “How is having sex with me ‘extremely idiotic,’ but fucking Javier isn’t?”
A muscle twitched in Castien’s jaw. “Do not test my patience, Eridan. Watch your tone and language.”
Eridan gave him a faux-innocent look, fuming on the inside. “Why, Master, I’m simply confused. I’m better looking, more powerful, and more compatible with you than him.”
“And humbler,” Castien said dryly.
“Pffft. Humility is overrated.” Eridan looked him in the eye. “You already love fucking my brain, don’t you deny it. What’s stopping you from fucking me with your cock?”
Castien’s nostrils flared. “You will watch your mouth. I do not know where you have picked up such vulgar language, but—”
“Why, from your precious fuck-toy, Master—”
Castien yanked him to his feet, his eyes dark. “I’ve had enough of your cheek, Eridan.”
Breathing hard, Eridan leaned into Castien’s personal space. “And what are you going to do with me?” he said with a sneer, knowing that his insolence would make his Master angry. He wanted it. He wanted Castien to be angry. Anger was good. Anger was better than cold distance. “What are you going to do? Spank me?” He smiled, their ragged breaths mixing. “Why won’t you just shut me up with your cock? You know you want to, Master. You’ve wanted it for years, admit it.” He cocked his head to the side and smiled. “Javier looks a little like me. Is that why he stuck around? I bet you imagine me in his place every time you stick your cock into him.”
“You are delusional,” Castien said. “Delusional and foolish.” He glared at Eridan, tension rolling off him in waves. “If I wanted to fuck you, I would have. It’s as simple as that. No one would have stopped me, because you are mine. You have as many rights as I give you.” Something cold and mean flickered in his eyes. “Yes, I want you—physically. You are truly delusional if you think that means anything. I am a healthy man, and you are disgustingly pretty; that is all it is. You, Javier, someone else—it does not matter to me. I will not be a slave to my base urges. If I choose not to touch you, it is for a reason, and my body’s desires will not change my mind.”
“Enlighten me, then,” Eridan said. “If there is no difference between me, Javier, and some other whore, what’s stopping you from using me like you use them?”
Something flickered in Castien’s eyes. “That is none of your concern. I do not owe you any answers. This conversation is over.”
“Fine,” Eridan bit out, and smiled brightly. “I guess I’ll find someone else to entertain me. My ‘disgustingly pretty’ face is good for something.”