Chapter 338

Chapter 338
"Please," Ice said again, and this time it wasn't only for Kenji's hand.

He turned his face, chasing Kenji's mouth, wrists still bound behind his back, body still shaking against the rail.

"Kiss me."

Kenji didn't.

He looked at Ice like he was memorizing the wreck of him — flushed, hard, lips parted, that stubborn glare half-broken into want. Then he withdrew completely.

His hand left Ice's cock. His body left Ice's back. The night air rushed into the space he made, cold after all that heat.

Ice made a sound he hated.

Frustrated. Cut off. Left aching.

He glared at Kenji, chest heaving, white hair falling into his eyes, hands still tied behind him so he couldn't even fix himself.

"Why?" Ice snapped, voice wrecked. "Why the hell are you teasing me like that?"

Kenji only watched him, calm again, like he hadn't just had Ice falling apart in his palm.

Ice's mouth twisted.

"What? You suddenly remembered the blonde inside the hall? You want him now?"

Kenji moved.

He gripped Ice's chin hard enough to stop the next word, thumb pressing at the edge of Ice's soft mouth. His voice dropped, husky and sharp.

"Never compare yourself to War."

Ice's pulse jumped.

He should have shut up.

He didn't.

"Then finish what you started."

Kenji's smirk came slow.

He leaned in just close enough that Ice thought, for one stupid second, he might finally get the kiss.

He didn't.

"Show me you're ready to finish it here and now," Kenji murmured. "Get on your knees."

Ice held Kenji's stare for one last second.

Then he dropped.

Not graceful. Not sweet. His knees hit the balcony floor with a frustrated sound in his throat, bound hands useless behind his back, glare still burning even as he went down. Shameless. Angry. Hard enough that the position itself felt like a loss.

"Happy?" he bit out.

Kenji looked down at him like the answer was obvious.

"Not yet."

He opened his trousers slowly.

Ice's breath stalled.

Kenji freed himself into the night air, thick and flushed and already heavy — and Ice saw the piercing.

A slim silver ring went through the head of Kenji's cock, sitting high just under the glans, catching the city light every time he twitched. It wasn't a toy. It was in him. Clean. Deliberate. Filthy in the most expensive way.

Ice gasped.

The sound left him before he could swallow it. His mouth watered, traitorous and immediate. Heat punched through his stomach so hard he had to lock his thighs together.

"That's—" Ice's voice broke. "That's pierced."

Kenji's fingers slid into Ice's white hair, not forcing, just holding him there, letting him look.

"Years ago," he murmured, voice low. "First time seeing it. And you're already starving."

Ice hated that he was.

He leaned in anyway, lips parting, eyes still furious, bound and kneeling, staring at that silver ring like it had just ruined every lie he'd told tonight.

Ice stared.

The silver ring caught the light again, and the thought hit him harder than the balcony floor.

'I misunderstood him.'

Kenji in those black suits. Kenji with his quiet voice and his contracts and his "Kitten." Ice had called him boring. Called him all business. Called him a man who didn't know a joke when he saw one.

This was not boring.

A piercing through the head of his cock, worn under a billionaire's trousers at a presidential gala, was the filthiest secret Ice had seen all night. It proved it. Kenji wasn't the stiff man Ice kept pretending he was. He was worse. He was worse in a way Ice wanted in his mouth.

Ice dipped.

No more staring. No more pride.

He leaned in and licked first, a slow stripe up the underside until his tongue found the silver ring. Metal. Warm skin. Kenji's cock jumping against his lip. Ice made a sound he didn't mean to make and opened wider, taking the head in, ring and all, sucking around it like he'd been dared and decided to win.

Kenji's breath went rough above him.

Ice's bound hands flexed behind his back. He couldn't hold Kenji. He could only use his mouth. So he did — messy, hungry, angry about how much he liked it. Spit wet the ring. His tongue dragged over the piercing again and again, filthy and curious, like he needed to taste the part of Kenji nobody in that hall would ever believe existed.

'Not boring. Not even close.'

He took him deeper, cheeks hollowed, eyes watering just enough to sting, and the thought that finished him off wasn't shame.

It was this:

'If this is what he's been hiding, I never should have called him anything else.'
Kenji's hand tightened in Ice's hair.

Not cruel. Claiming.

"Easy," he murmured, but his voice had already gone rough. "You look too good like this to rush it."

Ice didn't listen.

He sucked harder, tongue working the silver ring, letting it drag against the roof of his mouth. Kenji's cock was heavy on his tongue, hot, salted, twitching every time Ice's lips sealed under the head. Spit ran down Ice's chin. He couldn't wipe it. His wrists were still bound, silk biting every time he tried.

That only made it filthier.

Kenji exhaled a low curse and rolled his hips once, shallow, giving Ice more without forcing him. Ice took it, eyes flicking up, glare still there under the wet shine. He looked wrecked and furious about it. Kenji looked like he'd been waiting for this exact picture.

"That's it, Kitten." Kenji's thumb stroked Ice's cheek, smearing spit. "You don't like your husband, remember?"

Ice made a muffled sound around him.

It wasn't a no.

Kenji's smirk broke for a second, heat winning. He watched Ice work the piercing, watched Ice's throat flex, watched the man who kept saying I don't care drool on his cock at a gala balcony while the music played inside.

"You look perfect like this," Kenji whispered. "On your knees. Hands tied. Mouth full. And still pretending this is nothing."

Ice pulled off just enough to breathe, a wet string catching on the silver ring. His voice came out hoarse.

"Shut up."

Then he dipped again, taking Kenji deeper, sucking like he wanted to punish both of them for how good it felt.

Ice didn't pull off this time.

He took Kenji deeper and stayed there, sucking hard around the piercing, tongue dragging over the silver ring until Kenji's thighs went tight. Kenji's hand fisted in Ice's hair. His breathing broke. The controlled billionaire was gone. What was left was heat and the wet sound of Ice's mouth.

Ice's eyes fluttered shut.

He could feel the ring against his tongue, small and hard and deliberate, and the thought slammed into him before he could stop it.

Inside me.

That silver dragging on the way in. Catching. Pressing. Making every thrust feel like Kenji had put jewelry on just to ruin him. Ice moaned around him at the image — himself on his back, wrists still bound, Kenji buried in him, that ring kissing places Ice had sworn he wouldn't give.

Kenji cursed.

"Ice—"

Ice sucked harder.

Kenji came with a low, wrecked sound, hips jerking, spilling hot over Ice's tongue. Ice took it, swallowing what he could, the rest slipping from the corner of his mouth, down his chin, filthy against the night air. The ring was still there, slick now, pressed to Ice's lip as Kenji shuddered through it.

Ice stayed on his knees, breathing hard, bound and shining and furious at how much he wanted the rest of that thought.

Kenji looked down at him, chest rising, thumb wiping Ice's mouth like it belonged to him.

Ice's voice came out wrecked.

"If that ring feels like that in my mouth," he rasped, "I don't want to know what it would do inside me."

His eyes said the opposite.

He already wanted to know.

Kenji tucked himself away first, then reached down.

He hooked his hands under Ice's arms and pulled him up off his knees. Ice's legs were unsteady. His mouth was still wet. Kenji didn't give him a second to find his pride.

He kissed him.

Deep. Slow. Filthy with what Ice had just done. Ice made a broken sound into it, bound wrists still trapped behind his back, body pulled flush against Kenji's as Kenji licked into his mouth like he was taking back every drop.

When Kenji finally pulled away, he stayed close enough that Ice felt the words against his lips.

"It's all yours," Kenji whispered. "You can know exactly how it would feel inside you. Whenever you want."

Ice's stomach dropped.

Kenji turned him gently and began untying the silk. The knot loosened. Blood rushed back into Ice's wrists. Kenji took his time with it, thumb brushing the faint marks the tie had left, like he was sorry and not sorry at all.

The moment Ice's hands were free, he stepped back.

His glare came up hot.

He rubbed his wrists, chest still heaving, mouth still swollen, and looked at Kenji like he wanted to hit him and kiss him again in the same breath.

"You're a psychopath."