WARNING; MATURE CONTENT
Rai's brows knit together, a flicker of genuine irritation crossing his flushed face. He shifted, trying to create distance, but his body felt heavy, uncooperative. "No," he breathed, the word sharp and final. "We don't have to do it today."
Zade didn't pull back. Instead, he nipped at Rai's ear and continued.
"It takes time to get you ready, Rai. You know exactly what I mean. If I just shove myself in, you'll be complaining the entire time, and I'm not in the mood to listen to you whine. I need you at least half-ready, or it's going to be a waste for both of us. It's for your own good. You get used to it and the day will feel good for both of us."
Rai's jaw set in a stubborn line, his eyes flashing. "I won't complain. I don't care if it hurts. I'm not doing it, Bastard. Move away."
Zade's eyes darkened. He didn't move away; instead, he pinned him firmly between his knees, trapping him.
