Kota finally released his tight grip on Kin's hair, fingers uncurling from the messy black strands as he pulled his spent cock free from the femboy's abused throat with a long, wet pop. Thick strings of spit and cum connected them for a second before snapping. Kin immediately started coughing and sputtering, eyes wide and watery as he tried to catch his breath. Then, without warning, the femboy turned his head and spit out a huge, messy glob of Kota's load right onto the concrete floor with a wet splat. Some of it still dribbled down his chin, mixing with the black lipstick smears and tears.
That single act sent a fresh wave of irritation surging through Kota. "You can't even hold it down?" he growled, voice low and pissed. "Fucking useless. A spitter quitter on top of everything else. Pathetic."
Kin whimpered softly, looking up with those glassy, desperate eyes, but Kota was already done. He stood up from the chair, legs still buzzing from the intense orgasm, his heavy cock swinging between his thighs as he walked away toward what looked like a small attached bathroom. The place was barren as hell—bare concrete walls, no paint, no decorations, just cold gray surfaces and exposed pipes.
He pushed the bathroom door open and flicked on the light. The mirror above the sink was cracked in one corner. He turned the tap, expecting at least a trickle, but nothing came out. Not even a hiss of air. "Shit," he muttered under his breath. No water. Of course this crazy kidnapping den didn't have running water.
He glanced around and spotted a dirty rag on the floor near the sink. With a sigh he grabbed it and did the best he could, wiping down his cock and balls, trying to clean off the worst of the sticky lube and drying cum. It only made things messier, turning the leftover lube into a tacky, uncomfortable film that clung to his skin. He looked up at his reflection in the cracked mirror. Hickeys dotted his neck and chest like dark fingerprints. Lipstick smears and faint bite marks stood out against his dark skin. "Fuck," he whispered, running a hand over his face.
This was going to be hard to explain.
He quickly pulled on his clothes, cargo pants, hoodie, sneakers, trying to make himself look at least somewhat presentable. His phone was still on the floor where it had been tossed. He picked it up, heart beating a little faster as he opened the call app and dialed Theo. It rang longer than usual. Once. Twice. Three times. Finally, Theo picked up on a video call.
The principal's face filled the screen. He wasn't crying, but his expression was pure pissy anger, brows furrowed, lips pressed into a thin line, that posh British accent sharpened by irritation. "What is it?" Theo snapped, tone clipped and cold.
Kota swallowed, trying to keep his voice steady.
"Theo, listen. I got kidnapped. Those two crazy guys from the ritual night with Beckett—Kin and Yuki—they jumped me in the elevator, drugged me, tied me up in some abandoned place. They're completely out of their minds, rambling about the matrix and the government controlling our dicks and—"
"BECKETT!" Theo cut him off sharply, eyes narrowing. "Of course. I should have known those little freaks were still obsessed with you. They couldn't leave well enough alone after that night, could they? You gave them way too much attention, Kota. Way too much. I'm still pissed about that, you know. You let them get close. You let them touch what's mine."
Kota winced. "Theo, I didn't—"
"But you love me though, right?" Theo interrupted again, his voice softening just a fraction. A faint blush crept across his pale cheeks, visible even through the video call. He looked vulnerable for a second, eyes searching Kota's face like he needed the reassurance more than air.
Kota's chest tightened. The words came out easier than he expected. "Yes."
Theo's blush deepened, but he pressed on, biting his lower lip. "You really mean that? Like, properly no bollocks really you mean it? you're not just saying it because you feel bad about today?"
"I mean it," Kota said firmly, staring straight into the camera. "I do."
A small, shy smile broke across Theo's face, making him look almost boyish despite the massive ass Kota knew was probably shifting in his office chair right now. "Then that means we're officially dating now. Boyfriends. No take-backs."
Kota blinked. "Wait, what? Now? Just like that?"
Theo's smile turned mischievous, the posh accent lilting with sudden confidence. "Yes, just like that. Byeee, boyfriend. Our expensive dinner date is tomorrow night. I'll drive us. Wear something nice… or don't. If they don't let us in wearing whatever, I'll simply buy the restaurant. Daddy's credit card has its uses. See you tomorrow, darling. Don't be late."
The call ended with a cheerful beep before Kota could protest. He stared at the blank screen for a long second, heart pounding. Dating. Theo had just declared them boyfriends like it was the most natural thing in the world. Part of Kota wanted to panic, more complications, more expectations, more ways for everything to go wrong in this already fucked-up world. But another part, a warmer, quieter part, didn't mind at all. If there was anyone he could actually see himself dating, anyone who made the chaos feel a little less heavy, it was Theo.
A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth despite everything.
He slipped the phone into his pocket and finished adjusting his clothes, trying to ignore the sticky mess still clinging to his skin. Footsteps suddenly echoed from somewhere, soft, quick, followed by the distinct sound of a door closing. Kota froze, ears straining. He stepped out of the bathroom, eyes scanning the main room. Kin and Yuki were still sprawled on the floor exactly where he'd left them, twitching and mumbling in their fucked-out haze. No one else was visible. The bedroom door at the far end was slightly ajar now, though he didn't remember it being open before. A chill ran down his spine. Had someone been watching the whole time? Listening? Filming?
Kota shook his head hard, trying to clear the paranoia. "Probably just my imagination," he muttered under his breath. After everything today—kidnapping, matrix rants, marathon sex, declaring love on a video call—his brain was playing tricks on him. He took one last look at the two spent femboys on the floor, then headed toward what looked like the exit, ready to get the hell out of this concrete nightmare and back to something resembling normal life.
The smile from Theo's call lingered on his face as he moved, a tiny bright spot in the middle of all the madness. Boyfriend. The word felt strange, but not entirely bad. Not bad at all.