"I know you heard me," Matthias wheezed out. He bit his lower lip hard, focusing on the sharp sting under his teeth to better ignore Kaz's knowing smirk.
"I don't care," Kaz shrugged easily, "Say it again. Nice and loud."
".... You said this was my gift," Matthias argued weakly, his voice breathless.
If he could look even more infernal than before, Kaz did, the shadows of the room dancing around him like fork-tounged devils as his smile grew, "Oh, but it is a gift. One I can grant you so easily, if only I hear be asked for properly.'
Matthias hid his face in Kaz's chest, rubbing his nose against his boss's sternum like he could press his way past muscle and bone to flee his own embarrassment. He regrets ever letting the words slip out. Despite how sweetly his blood was stinging with excitement he still felt ... almost, of all things... shy. This was not a kind request. It was not humble, it was not dignified, it was not honorable. He hadn't even entertained the thought anything past the time it took to stroke himself to completion when it woke him from his dreams. It was not something he ever expected to actually do.
"You just want me to beg for it," Matthias finally sighed.
Kaz chuckled meanly, "Yes, I do. It is not something I get to hear often."
Matthias grunted in disagreement and Kaz rolled his eyes, "Asking for 'more' when you fuck me does not count. I have never heard you beg me for something that I was not literally already about to give you. Let me have this."
Despite his teasing words, leather clad fingers stroked down Matthias's back in a way that could only be described as 'fond'. Gentle and encouraging, the weight familiar against the knobs of his spine. Fuck, Matthias was a weak man when it came to love. And to lust. Especially when the two bled together.
"I.." Matthias swallowed and cleared his throat, "May I please hunt you down like... like an animal."
"Mm," Kaz tilted his head to the side coyly, "It's cute that you think you can catch me. But I would love to see you try."
Matthias's fingers dug into Kaz's sides, "Is that a yes, then?"
"It's certainly not a 'no'."
"I will not act upon anything less than a clear and honest 'yes', Kaz."
"That's because you're boring."
"it's because I'm decent, you mean."
Matthias growled, butting his forehead against Kaz's collarbone. He hated how eager Kaz was to disregard his own safety.
"What do I get when I win?" Kaz hummed curiously, lifting one of his hands to run his fingers through Matthias's hair.
"If you win," Matthias corrected, "My gift becomes yours, and you may have whatever you want."
"And if I lose?" A stray tug at his hair made Matthias look up, only to feel his mouth water at the sight waiting for him. Kaz's gaze was dark with lust, heady and hungry now that the smell of blood permeated the waters between them.
Matthias gulped, feeling his gums itch with the need to bite. He tightened his grip on Kaz, his voice low and gravely as he let himself picture for a moment a victory he had already earned.
"If I win, I get to feast on my spoils."
"The deal is the deal, then. I would wish you luck, beast, but you will need more than that to catch me."
