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Here, on Helion, it kept surfacing at the wrong times. Or maybe the right ones. Around Daven, it felt closer to his skin, less like a trap and more like something waiting. Something he might actually learn to guide.

It made every touch hit harder. Made him want to sink deeper under the sheets and roll his hips, chasing it instead of fighting it.

“There.” Daven replaced his fingers with the blunt head of his cock and slid inside all the way until he bottomed out. “Feel good, baby? Feel full?”

“Yeah,” Ryneth gasped.

“Good.” Daven yawned against Ryneth’s nape, then slid an arm around his waist and placed it above Ryneth’s erection. “Sweet dreams, aethera.”

“What?” Ryneth’s eyes popped open. “You’re not… are you?”

“Am I what, baby? Going to let you sleep?”

“You aren’t, right? Your cock is…”

“In your ass? Hmm, it is. It’s in heaven. You feel so good. But we both had a long night, so now we sleep.”

“But—ouch!” Ryneth yelped when Daven slapped his dick. The sting only made him throb harder.

“I said, sleep now.”

This man was fucking unbelievable. Every time he appeared nice, he proved he wasn’t.

“Asshole,” Ryneth muttered. There were many other things he wanted to say, but his eyes started to droop and he was so warm. So full.

Safe.

Daven shifted behind him, keeping him stretched and held exactly where he wanted him, and that was somehow worse. Or better.

Yeah… he could drift off like this. Just for a little while.

Ryneth woke with Daven’s arm locked around his waist.

He was still inside him.

For a moment he lay motionless, staring at the planet display on the ceiling. He wondered if Daven was awake behind him. If he’d been tormenting him in his sleep somehow, feeding whatever filthy dreams had left Ryneth hard and aching by morning.

Behind him, Daven’s breath was steady. Ryneth tested the silence by moving his hips a fraction, then gasped when Daven made a satisfied purr into the pillow.

“Asshole,” Ryneth whispered.

“Hmm, I am.” Daven’s hand tightened around him. He withdrew with a wet, slow slide that made Ryneth’s breath hitch. Then his palm came down hard, a sharp slap against Ryneth’s ass that echoed in the quiet room. “Now, go and grab a shower, aethera. Leave the door open. I want to watch you wash.”

Ryneth’s stomach flipped. He hated that his body reacted before his pride did. He pushed himself upright, wincing at the sudden emptiness.

Daven watched his face as if he had felt it too.

“Fuck you,” Ryneth muttered, turning his head toward the bathroom. “I’m not letting you watch.”

“Yes, you are, aethera,” Daven smirked. “Now hush. We’re expected at Moargan’s house for breakfast.”

Swinging his legs over the bed, Ryneth walked toward the bathroom in silence, his head as high as possible. If he could, he would have fought harder, but missing breakfast at the Imperial’s mansion was a suicide mission.

Behind him, Daven gave a low whistle. “Look at that ass. No wonder I woke up hard.”

Ryneth’s face went hot. He turned, glaring back through the crack of the hall. “You’re disgusting.”

Daven only grinned, the bastard. “And you’re still standing there showing it off.”