“Keep your hands behind your head...while I claim what’s mine.”

Kamar’s throat bobbed with his hard swallow. His eyes burned with his desire, and his skin was flushed, a sheen of sweat dramatized by the ostensibly white lights of the bathroom. His body arched toward Mikhail, his trembling hands slowly rising and fingers locking together at the back of his head like Mikhail commanded.

“That’s good.” Mikhail grunted his approval, his fist slowly distracting his thirsty cock from what he really wanted: Kamar’s tight little ass. He pulled back the flesh of his uncut head, his slit oozing with pre-cum, his palm working to make it lube. They’d need a lot more though. Spitting into his hand, he pushed Kamar back so his head and hands were propped up against the sink mirror.

He’d need two hands from this point on.

Mikhail started with Kamar’s shoes. Tugging them off, he tossed them one after another over his shoulders. He heard them smacking against the walls before thumping to rest on the tile. Now making quick work of Kamar’s belt and the fly of his dressy slacks, Mikhail pulled down his lover’s pants and his boxers, drawing them off his legs and flinging them in the direction of the shoes behind them.

“Not exactly a quickie,” Kamar’s breath hitched at the end when Mikhail fisted his cock and pumped from base to cockhead, his thumb polishing over Kamar’s weeping slit. “Oooh…” Kamar breathed, panting as Mikhail rubbed the sensitized glans, a menacing chuckle rumbling out of him.

Arching into Mikhail and writhing away at the same time, Kamar begged through little huffs of breath for him to stop. Belly tingling with his mischievous laughter, Mikhail leaned in and dashed his tongue over Kamar’s cock. He wriggled the point of his tongue into the slit, his hand continuing to pump Kamar’s shaft.

“Oh, oh, oh,” Kamar gasped, but he kept his hands behind his head. Good of him to obey. Mikhail was in the mood to tease Kamar, perhaps remind him why they were so good together, and why no one else—not only Kofi, but especially Kofi—could steal him from Mikhail.

“Oh, just like that,” Kamar panted, guiding him by thrusting his hips. Mikhail backed his mouth off, clucking his tongue as he gazed up into Kamar’s lustful stare.

“No moving at all. Do that again and we’re done.” To remind him what he’d be missing out on if he didn’t cooperate, Mikhail sucked Kamar’s pulsing, red crown then, grinning around the flesh in his mouth when Kamar moaned low and long.

Despite his greedy body practically quaking for more, Kamar kept still, obedient, and Mikhail treated that obedience well, he liked to think. Sinking to take more of Kamar’s cock into his mouth, he slowly worked to deep-throating his younger lover. Shoulders keeping Kamar’s thighs apart, Mikhail hollowed out his mouth and sucked for all he was worth.

He knew Kamar was about to blow his load when his pelvic muscles tightened. He moved his mouth again, dropping Kamar’s cock with a loud, wet pop. Smacking his lips and squeezing out the salty-sweetness coating his mouth, Mikhail gave no heed to Kamar’s breathy protests. Grabbing hold of his rebel’s cock again, Mikhail stroked, grinning when Kamar’s complaints died on another long moan.

With his free hand sliding under his shirt and splaying over Kamar’s stomach, Mikhail beat his lover’s shaft wildly, waiting to catch every drop of his semen. Stepping out of the way, Mikhail opened his mouth and angled it in front of Kamar’s seizing slit. Five creamy cum shots spurted out. Mikhail caught them on his tongue.

Scooping some of the semen off his tongue immediately with two fingers, he eased those fingers into Kamar’s puckered backhole. Loving how the tight muscles relaxed around his fingers before hugging his digits, tight. Mikhail scissored and stroked those walls, preparing them for a thicker, longer invasion.

“Hook your legs over my shoulders,” Mikhail ordered next.

Kamar did as he was told, his cock resting half-mast against his thigh now that he slid farther down the sink and lay in a half-supine position. At this point, Mikhail figured he could say anything...say, order Kamar never to speak to Kofi again, and his beautiful, too-good-to-be-true lover would agree.

With his ass nice and slick, Mikhail met Kamar’s hooded eyes. His black lashes fanned out, fluttering with Kamar’s quick, little breaths. Smiling, Mikhail grasped his cock and touched his throbbing cockhead to Kamar’s musky, brown rosette. “Ready to be bred?”

At Kamar’s nod, Mikhail surged forward. They both groaned, throwing back their heads. Kamar sucked him in inch by blessed inch until Mikhail’s balls swung and slapped his lover’s ass. Giving him a minute to adjust, Mikhail slowly moved back before plunging in again. Grabbing onto Kamar’s legs, he quickened his pace.

Kamar gasped and moaned, panted and begged for more. Mikhail could feel the knot forming at the base of his cock. As he hooked onto Kamar, his movements became restricted. With little jerks though, he worked to stroke his way to that magical bundle of nerves that always could undo Kamar.

Finding his prostate when Kamar moaned loudly, wildly without abandon, Mikhail urged his hips forward, again and again. Opening his mouth, Kamar wailed and flung his hands from the back of his head to grasp Mikhail’s shoulders and draw himself up from the sink against Mikhail. Chin alighting on Mikhail’s shoulder, he breathed hotly in Mikhail’s ear, his body seizing with his orgasm.

Mikhail was triggered by Kamar’s squeezing asshole. His nut forcibly pushed out of him until he groaned and came, flooding Kamar’s womb with his life-giving seed. While he came down from the powerful orgasm, Mikhail focused on Kamar’s breathing evening out. His own chest eventually stopped its fast rise and fall, his body acclimating to their afterglow.

Pulling back, he cupped Kamar’s cheeks and swooped in to kiss him, firmly, soundly, so there was no doubt who claimed his ass, forever.

Sliding out, he helped Kamar down and fetched his pants, boxers and shoes. Tucking himself away and straightening his suit out, Mikhail dropped to one knee and held out Kamar’s polished leather shoes, the detailing and craftsmanship hinting at what had to be an exorbitant price. The fancy footwear reminded Mikhail of where they were and, technically, for who.

A knock at the door forced Mikhail to a stand.

He shared a look with Kamar who shrugged and gave him a teasing smile. “How do I look?” he whispered.

“Almost like you were fucked in here,” Mikhail said, smiling.

The knock came louder, brisker.

“Rebels first.” Mikhail signaled to the door.

Kamar poked his tongue out, but he answered the door and the impatient, formally-dressed woman on the other side. She gave a scandalous little gasp when Kamar and Mikhail walked out one after another.

Glowering at them, she muttered on passing, “What manners!”

She slammed the door and locked it after herself. Kamar and Mikhail shared another look and grinned. They turned, heading for the party. When Mikhail’s hand sneaked out and squeezed Kamar’s butt cheek, Kamar only reached behind and held Mikhail’s hand there.

Scandalous didn’t come close to describing what they had done in that bathroom.