Kaz looks at him for a second, face betraying how much those words affected him, his mouth trembles with the words he wants to say, screwing his eyes shut for a second before he opens them up, the fire behind them burning brighter than ever. "You can 't tell me shit like that and not pound me into the mattress," He says, words alight with need and the words flow off of his tongue beautifully, the perfect balance of stubbornness and desperation, all rumpled clothes and messy hair, nearly panting as he lay there on the bed looking like sin incarnate. Ocelot laughs, but it 's not a mean sound. Rather, it 's as sincere as he gets and a high compliment to anyone who gets close enough to him to hear it. "Mm, Miller, I am definitely …show more content…
And isn 't that a good thing, because Ocelot loves to sweet talk and hell, if he 's being cocky here, he 's damn good at it. "Well, about what you said earlier," Ocelot pauses to smile at him, sweet, but with undertones of sin, putting the 'devil ' in 'devil 's food cake '. Is it overdone? Absolutely. Does it work? Absolutely. Ocelot runs his hand absentmindedly over the crease between hip and thigh, massaging the indent where Kaz 's hip bone dipped in, back and forth It 's not even entirely sexual, the way the caress makes Miller sink into the bed, it 's the relief of intimacy that takes him by surprise, so rare in their war-ravaged life. Ocelot isn 't gentle, not usually, but Kaz has been through hell and back and sure, he 's a prick sometimes, but he didn 't deserve that. "-about you turning me on, well, you were right. Spot-on, even. You do turn me on, especially when you look at me with those goddamn eyes and that look- you try to get me to snap, to turn me on so much that I can 't take it anymore and I fuck the hell out of you. Am I correct?" Ocelot finishes, moving his hand to the left hip, draining the tension …show more content…
"Yes," Kaz chokes out a whimper as he 's roughly stroked, lips parting to make way for harsh breaths. "Well, Miller, I 'll do anything to you that you want. Anything-" Ocelot trails off, Kaz 's cock catching his gaze, all red and leaking, almost painful looking. He 's a bit impressed, he 'll admit, at how well he 's held himself together so far. "Yeah?" Kaz says, sensing that the sentence wasn 't finished yet. "The rule being that you have to say it out loud. Make it sound nice for me and maybe it 'll be better for you," Ocelot lies through his teeth, he 's gonna make it as good as he can for Miller, there 's no way he 'd under-perform in something as crucial as this. The domineering tone he deliberately uses implies otherwise, because, for a second, Kaz looks intimidated, before realization floods his features. Kaz appears a bit insulted at first, before he seems to realize that this may just be another way for Ocelot to establish control. Or, it could just be something he 's really into. Either way, Kaz will agree to it. If it 's a challenge he wants, it 's a challenge he 'll get. "How 'bout you get around to fucking me, then?" Kaz says,