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eager moan that wanted to crawl out of his mouth. Having been told to, he didn’t want to give in. Was that all he could do? Was that—all—? “I won’t. I won’t . ”
    “ More sounds .”
    Kas’ hands moved along his thighs, spread them wider. A hitch of breath he couldn’t control escaped him when Kas pushed his fingers away and took hold of his cock again. Myrddin looked down his body, then up, met a black gaze so focused on him he couldn’t bear it and squeezed his eyes shut, bit his lip again. “No—”
    “Stop?” With one last, agonizingly slow thrust, Kas did as he said. “ Wait ?” One more stroke, and he stilled his fingers. When Myrddin bucked against him, tried to make him move, touch him, stroke him, take him— anything —Kas stayed still, stared down at him…so obvious, his hunger.
    No one had ever wanted Myrddin as much as this, or if they had, they hadn’t shown it, but maybe he couldn’t expect anything else. Death for my lover. He choked on a groan.
    He shifted, back and forth, lifted his hips, brought himself as close as he could to Kas’ body, but it wasn’t enough. He couldn’t move, and he couldn’t make Kas move—did Kas even know what he was doing to him? Myrddin reached down, slipped his fingers around his cock again, but in the same moment Kas lunged over him and dragged both his hands above his head. Kas held them, pinned them there and managed to startle another cry out of him with how suddenly deep he was.
    “More. Sounds.”
    “You want everything, everything , don’t you?” But there was something so knowing, so precisely sure in the black stare fixed on him that he almost laughed, moaned breathlessly instead as Kas shifted, started to take him again. “ Death. You… I’m going to…going to…learn what that…means. That’s what you want.”
    Kas bent over his mouth and bit his lip, almost gently, not quite…chastisement. “Not words. Sounds .” His fingers sprawled wide across Myrddin’s wrists, so that he could hold them with one hand, and Myrddin felt the other slip down his body again, hot in the narrow space between skin and skin until Kas gripped his cock, stroked swift and smoothly while he licked Myrddin’s lips of the hundred sounds he could no longer contain.
    It wasn’t fair. He’d spent so long learning how to be the one in control, how to tease and take what he wanted from anyone—everyone. Not fair—
    “Not fair.” Sharper, harder, Kas’ thrusts brought him to the knife’s edge of pain and his own release, kept him there with some perfect, impossible knowledge or his own power. “Not fair— nng. Kas, I need to—more please, please…” That word he didn’t seem to mind.
    The onyx edges of Kas’ stare grew darker and brighter at the same time, and Myrddin felt his cock swelling thicker inside him. He let go of Myrddin’s wrists and held his chest against the ground instead, and Myrddin felt the harshness in his thrusts, stuttering in his hips now, the smooth rhythm shattered, brutal, still perfect.
    He clutched at the back of Kas’ head, lifted his legs as he wrapped them around Kas’ back and heard himself begging, moaning, crying out without words. It didn’t matter anymore. All he wanted was the peak just beyond his reach, the waiting tension of it strung through his body in lines of fire and sensation. The fingers wrapped around his cock stroked with perfect pressure, and every thrust awakened pleasure like shooting stars, a cascade of ecstasy so intense it bordered on agony.
    A wail escaped Myrddin’s control, and he heard, as if Kas were suddenly satisfied, the faintest sigh of breath in harmony below it. Suddenly every single one of Kas’ thrusts was at just the right angle to hit that place inside him, too much and so good he was suddenly holding back, trying desperately to make it last.
    One more drive of Kas’ cock into his body, one more squeeze of his fingers around Myrddin’s cock, and he cried out again,