So he stepped back, faking an awkward laugh and delivered his blow. “Oh, you’re far too old for me. Sorry if I got your hopes up.”
He was about to go straight for the door when Yev followed him and placed his hands on Radek’s hips, gaze intense, as if it really were a blade sliding over the surface of Radek’s skin.
“I don’t think you really want to leave.”
Radek bit his lip. Fuck. He did not.
How was this stupid house so hot? “I don’t?” he uttered in the most pathetic-sounding whisper.
He’d come here to take revenge, not fuck. Why was Yev not taking offence? Why was he ruggedly sexy, as if he’d just finished chopping wood under a waterfall, or some shit? He wasn’t even Radek’s type. Radek dated tattooed bad boys who spent their weekends clubbing, not wholesome men as tall as bears, who smelled of nature, not cologne.
Yev nodded with a small smirk and took hold of Radek’s coppery hair, wrapping it around his hand as he leaned in for a whiff. This guy lived in the woods, had a scar on his face, and lived off a forest ranger's salary. What gave him this kind of confidence?
“You don’t. I think you want to kneel in front of the fire and take a look at what I have to offer.”
Radek’s face must have become the Wikipedia illustration of the color red. Last night, when Yev hadn’t succumbed to Radek’s charms, he’d convinced himself that maybe the new forest ranger was shy, that maybe despite being such a big, strong guy, his internalized homophobia didn’t allow him to be open to men hitting on him. It seemed his thoughts had been completely misguided.
Radek had always been weak when it came to denying himself the things he wanted. So he kneeled. He might have come here to grind down Yev’s ego but was far too horny to care anymore. And far too curious, because despite topping every now and then, Radek was a dick man through and through, and the more experienced he became, the more he understood that about himself.
He loved dick in all shapes, sizes, and colors. Hairy or shaved. Cut or uncut. Dick was king in Radek’s life, and his eagerness to get acquainted with a new one far outweighed any desire for revenge.
He couldn’t get his hands on Yev’s zipper fast enough, and his fingers felt like tangled noodles when he attempted to pop open the button.
Above him, Yev let out a hum and pulled Radek’s face to the zipper, relenting only when Radek gasped, sensing the hot meat through thick denim. Yev’s hands were a bit dry, calloused, but Radek still whimpered when they played with his hair and drew patterns around his ear. The musk of arousal overpowered all the other scents in the house, so intense Radek forgot why he’d wanted to leave in the first place.
His mouth watered. His body was heavy, as if it couldn’t bear moving even an inch away, and he actually whined when Yev held his head in place and lowered the zipper with one hand dusted with hair, revealing black underwear.
“Shh. It’s okay,” Yev said while his cock grew against Radek’s face, with only fabric to part them.
Oh, he needed to hear that so bad. He was a dumb animal in heat, and no thoughts other than rutting could penetrate his brain. He pressed his nose against the cock still trapped in underwear with a needy grunt.
Yev responded with a chuckle, and God… Radek could bet his hand on this being the sexiest laugh he’d ever heard—a low rumble, but warm and inviting.
He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue through the open zipper, tasting cotton with a hint of flesh, but Yev wasn’t about to leave him hungry, and opened the metal button at last. He whipped his dick out so fast it tapped Radek’s cheek, leaving him overwhelmed by need.
It was a thick, dark root, thick as Radek’s wrist, its head hidden under the hood of foreskin. He wanted to taste every blue vein spreading over the shaft, and Yev must have seen it all over his face, because he smoothed Radek’s hair back and took hold of his dick, pulling on the foreskin to reveal the damp head demanding immediate attention. It was smooth and glossy, like a peeled chestnut.
And the whole thing was so wide, even in Yev’s freakishly big hand.
Radek leaned forward, desperate to suck on it and feel the pulse of Yev’s blood, but when his lips were close to reaching their goal, Yev tugged on his hair just enough to keep him apart from his ultimate destination. That cock was everything, and when held back, Radek still stuck his tongue out to see if he could reach it. He managed to touch it with the tip of his tongue, and when the delicate flesh scooped Yev’s pre-cum from the slit, the concentrated pheromones made him shiver.