Chapter 4 Chapter 4

Kael barely finished the sentence before Adrian grabbed his wrists.

The next moment the fabric wrapped around them tight.

Kael’s eyes widened as he realized his hands were now tied to the back of the chair.

“Adrian!”

But Adrian ignored the protest. Instead he stepped back slowly, studying him.

Kael sat there half dressed, restrained, breathing unevenly.

“Relax,” Adrian said quietly.

He moved closer again, his gaze never leaving Kael’s.

“I told you,” he continued softly, “I’d teach you a lesson.”

Kael’s pulse raced.

Adrian’s hand returned to his hair, fingers threading slowly through the strands as he tilted Kael’s head back.

Their eyes met.

Kael felt something twist in his chest.

The intensity in Adrian’s gaze made it difficult to breathe.

Adrian’s other hand moved slowly across his shoulder, then down his chest.

Every movement and touch doing something to him.

Kael couldn’t stop the quiet sounds escaping his throat. The sensation was too much and far too intimate.

“Look at you,” Adrian murmured.

Kael’s breathing was uneven. His head light. He couldn’t tell if what he was seeing in Adrian’s eyes was real or just a trick of the alcohol clouding his mind.

Because if it was real then Adrian wasn’t just teasing him.

He was wanting him.

"Kael, I have been watching you from afar, and I must say that you are...." Adrian didn't finish what he wanted to say, before releasing Kael’s hand and connected lips again.

At this moment, they were both impatient as Adrian took off his clothes.

Adrian wanted Kael so badly that it didn’t make sense. But Kael was drunk and intoxicated so he couldn’t be rational.

A desperate moan escaped him when Adrian’s tongue slid into his mouth again.

Adrian made a low sound in response.

Kael reached out and placed his hand against his muscular back caressing it. He was burning up, his entire body shivering under him, anticipating what Adrian would do next.

This was his first time, and he could feel his lower member throbbing in his boxers. He wanted Adrian badly so he hugged his waist to bring him closer. 

Adrian responded by moving, straddling his hips, his weight pushing into his aching erection and moaning as he moved up and down.

Adrian then led him onto the bed, his hand roaming his upper body.

On the bed, his lips trailed down Kael’s chest. "Kael, I don't know when I started feeling this way about you, but I want to teach you a f*kn lesson right now." He confessed.

Kael, drunk and high on what this was, didn't hear what Adrian had just said.

"Adri… ann," He muttered his name excitedly then he laughed, loose, drunk, easy.

He didn't push back. That was the thing about tonight. He hadn't pushed back once.

"You think that was funny?" Adrian's voice was low. The kind that meant something worse than anger. "Walking into a place like this. Letting men look at you."

Kael tilted his head. The ceiling was doing something interesting. "Nobody looked at me."

"Everyone looked at you."

Adrian's hands were roaming all over him and that should have felt wrong. This was Adrian who made his mornings difficult and his evenings worse, but his skin was saying something completely different. His skin was saying more.

"Who the fuck told you you could do whatever you want," Adrian said, and it wasn't a question.

Kael reached up and touched his jaw. Just touched it. Careless. The way you'd touch something that belonged to you. Adrian went very still.

"Kael."

"Mm."

"Look at me."

Kael looked.

Adrian's expression did something complicated. His eyes were dark and too focused and nothing like the nonchalant face he wore at dinner, nothing like the man women tripped over themselves for. This was different. 

Kael's fingers moved up into his hair without permission.

Adrian caught his wrist. "You have no idea what you're doing," 

Kael smiled at the ceiling. "Feels like I do."

A sound left Adrian's throat. His mouth founding Kael's neck.

"Adrian.."

"Don't."

Kael blinked. "Don't what, I didn't even…"

"You were going to say something stupid."

He pulled back just enough to look at him. 

Up close Adrian's face was unfair in ways Kael had trained himself not to notice. The jaw. The eyes that were always somewhere else except right now they were completely, uncomfortably here.

"So don't."

Kael opened his mouth, closed it.

Adrian watched him do it. "Good," he said quietly.

"You let someone touch you tonight," Adrian went on. 

Kael's pulse spiked. "I didn't let him do…"

"You would have."

The words landed and Kael didn't have an answer because maybe. He didn't know. He'd been trying not to think about why he'd come in the first place. Why a regular club hadn't felt like enough.

"I wouldn't…"

Adrian looked deep into his eyes. Kael could feel the heat off him, could see the tight set of his mouth.

"Who do you belong to, Kael."

Kael's breath stopped somewhere in his chest and didn't come back.

He'd heard Adrian be cruel, dismissive, casually indifferent in ways that left marks but he had never heard him like this, stripped of the nonchalance, all that careless ease burnt off and it was terrifying and it was… It was doing something to him he couldn't name out loud.

"That's not a normal thing to ask someone,"

"Answer it anyway." Adrian didn't blink.

Kael's mouth opened and the honest answer was right there, sitting at the back of his teeth, and he didn't know where it had come from or how long it had been living there, only that it was true and he was drunk enough to be afraid of it.

Adrian read it on his face before he could say it.

He put one hand on the mattress beside Kael's thigh, leaned in, and said low, almost gentle, which was somehow worse than all of it, "Yeah. That's what I thought."

Kael grabbed Adrian. Didn't know what he was asking for exactly, only that there wasn't enough contact and his body was making that known loudly and without shame.

"You've wanted this," Adrian asked quietly. "Haven't you?"

Kael turned his face away.

Adrian turned it back. "Haven't you."

He laid Kael back like he owned the decision entirely and Kael let him. That was the thing he'd have to reckon with later, how completely he let him. No hesitation, no negotiation, just his body saying yes in every language it knew while his mind floated somewhere warm and untethered.