Ergo Kask has it pretty good. He did the perfect crime and got away with it. He met the perfect man and got him, too. He runs a business and somehow that is successful, too. Considering he has spent most of his life some measure of hungry, penniless, lonely or running from the law rather than following it, these all feel like well earned victories.
If his mind now finds new ways to entertain itself, he can hardly blame it. Konstantin made him promise not to steal anything, con anyone or even skip paying the right amount of tax. So where is the fun in Ergo's life going to come from?
Maybe it's on Konstantin to entertain him now, Ergo thinks. Konstantin has been very needy as of late. Even last night, he pulled Ergo close immediately as they closed the door to their flat. His hands stroked down Ergo's sides as his mouth captured Ergo's in a kiss, soft and pleading. Konstantin pressed their bodies together and moaned. Ergo felt him hard against his own thigh within moments. Konstantin wants so badly, even though Ergo toyed with him all night and then fucked him hard this morning, leaving bite marks on his shoulder blades, just the sort of roughness Konstantin was begging for.
But Konstantin still needs more. Maybe for that reason, he should be taught a lesson that these things he yearns are privileges, not things he can have at will.
They are out doing some shopping when Ergo gets the idea. He points to the nearest toilets and ushers Konstantin in.
Konstantin does not look happy about, especially when Ergo crowds him in the stall. "Konsta," he says softly. "I think you've forgotten who sets the rules here."
“I already don’t like this game.” Konstantin stares him down, and Ergo replies with a smile.
“You can touch yourself, but you can’t touch me.” Ergo takes a step back, pressing his own back against the stall door, trapping them both inside. “Did you like what we did last night?”
Konstantin inhales sharply. “It was fine enough.”
“Remember the last time we were in a stall like this together? I asked whether you suspected me.” Ergo lets his eyes move over Konstantin’s tall frame. The pink flush rising from his collar onto his cheeks. The slightly erratic breathing. So needy.
“You really love dragging up history, don’t you?” Konstantin huffs. “I was an idiot.”
“I thought it was romantic,” Ergo says lightly. “For a cop you always liked to think the best of people, even when the truth about me stared at you right in the face. And so pliant for suggestion, too. Had I asked to fuck you in that stall back then you probably would have let me.”
Konstantin says nothing, and though he frowns, his eyes are already dark with want.
“Touch yourself.” Ergo relaxes against the door, slipping his hands in his trouser pockets to stop himself from grabbing Konstantin himself. Okay, so perhaps he is a little needy himself.
Konstantin grunts a small affirmative noise, and unbuttons his jeans, slipping a hand inside. “You wouldn’t have fucked me then,” he says.
Ergo tilts his head. “Oh? And why is that?”
“You wanted me to know the truth about you.” Konstantin’s fingers pull slowly, and aggravatingly he doesn’t allow Ergo to see it. His cock is still within the confines of his underwear, his hardness stretching the fabric. “You wanted me to know exactly who you were before we got into this thing. Isn’t that even more romantic?”
Ergo feels a fire in the pit of his stomach, a dangerous burn that makes his pulse pick up. His eyes focus on the movement of Konstantin’s hand, the annoying promise hidden behind cloth.“Maybe I just didn’t like fucking in public bathrooms.”
“Then what is this?” Konstantin’s eyes look at him, a challenge, even though his hand works quicker and suddenly his eyes close.
“A test for you.” Ergo steps closer. “You know the rules can change at any moment. Stop touching yourself.”
Konstantin obeys and groans when Ergo’s hand finds him, taking the length out of his underwear. It feels hot in his hand, the skin so smooth when he pulls. There is a familiarity to it, especially the way Konstantin responds to the touch. The challenge remains in his stare, but soon his eyes close again and he seems to hover so close to the precipice.
Ergo stops touching him, and watches as Konstantin’s chest rises and falls rapidly. So needy. “We’ll see how long you can last.”
“Untouched?” Konstantin asks.
Ergo grins. “No, not untouched.” His palm slides over the head, the heel of his hand pushing down on the tender underside of the cock, before taking a hold of the base.
Konstantin gasps. “And if I pass the test?”
“Kirill gets to be as needy as he likes. Aleksis has to do his bidding.” Ergo’s hand stops teasing. He pulls the skin back and forth, and briefly lets go, so he can fan his fingers over the slick tip and spread it down to the base.
Konstantin bites down on his lip to keep the sounds in. Ergo almost forgets where they are right now, focused too much on the weight of Konstantin desperately rutting against his hand, while also trying to hold back on the movement. His eyes, lowered as his hands hold onto the toilet seat behind him, following the rules Ergo set earlier on. The game is a little fatuous, its stakes practically meaningless. Konstantin could demand Ergo fuck him silly every night and Ergo would do so without protest, even if there was no game. But there is a rush in showing Konstantin what he can’t do, what boundaries Ergo can set at any point in time. That he can talk back all he likes and still be utterly powerless.
“You’re close,” Ergo tells him and pulls his hand away again. “Wish you could see yourself now. I guess we could open the door and you’d see yourself in the mirror.”
Shame flashes on Konstantin’s expression. “Please, don’t.”
“You’ll keep going?” Ergo asks, a finger lifting Konstantin’s chin to look at him.
“Yes, of course.” Konstantin swallows hard, the apple on his throat bobbing as he does.
“Would you like to touch me?” Ergo is desperately hard and dying for a release. The rules of the game could change at any point.
“Yes, please.” Konstantin’s breaths are ragged and laboured and he already takes an insolent step toward Ergo.
“I don’t think so,” Ergo says, pushing him back. “I think I’ll show you instead.”
He unzips his own trousers and reaches in. The mere touch of his own hand feels electric, and in a cruel twist he understands he’s been teasing himself more than Konsta this whole time. Still, the sight of him has captured Konstantin entirely. Ergo’s hand strokes his own cock languidly, his eyes on Konstantin.
“Whose toy are you, Konsta?” he asks.
“Yours.” Konstantin’s hand twitches, swiping a small movement over his thigh. His cock is still hard, still flushed with need.
“Touch yourself. Slowly.”
Konstantin does and it doesn’t take long, a few short tugs until his hips buck in that familiar way.
“Whose permission do you still need?” Ergo is close himself and he has no such restraints. He knows he just needs to hear the word from Konstantin to go over the edge.
“Yours,” Konstantin says, his voice raspy and strangled.
Ergo bites his lip to keep the sounds in, but he finishes over his hand in a barely contained grunt anyway, messy and so good. After a few deep breaths he cleans himself up with toilet paper. He tucks himself back in, and looks over at Konstantin, still keen and pink with arousal.
“What do you do when you need to ask for something?” Ergo tilts his head. “You beg for it, don’t you?”
Konstantin looks at him with fury and annoyance, and fair enough, maybe Ergo is toying with him now. Then again, he likes hearing Konstantin beg.
“Please, may I come?” Konstantin asks. “<i>Please</i>?”
He says the last word in Aestian, which makes Ergo reach out and touch his face, running his thumb over the lips, the mouth slightly ajar, gasping at the touch. Maybe it is romantic, he thinks as he kisses Konstantin and his other hand grasps the other man’s cock tightly. He bites down hard on Konstantin’s lower lip as Konstantin comes with a grunt, choked. His body nearly goes limp against Ergo, and Ergo doesn’t stop kissing, even as he gently strokes the wilting cock between them.
“Was that so difficult?” Ergo asks when he pulls away, and unhooks the door’s lock with the hand that isn’t covered in Konstantin’s spend. “All you had to do was ask?”
“Did I pass?” Konstantin looks at him through the mirror, the heat still colouring his cheeks.
“I don’t think so.” Ergo grins at the mirror while washing his hands. “Better luck next time, Kirill.”
The look Konstantin gives him is frustrated but also expectant. Maybe Ergo prefers him like his, needy.