Crossover: The Tomorrow Trilogy/Cliffton - Say You'll Let Me
This is a sequel of sorts to Say Please. Oops. Warning for Savin's knife and blood play kinks.
Devin looked at the piece of mail in front of him, frowning. “The fuck is this, Wes?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. He let his fingers ghost over the envelope, turning it over in his hands.
“Dude, I think it’s from Emperor Bates,” Wes whispered, his eyes huge.
“Wes, don’t think the Emperor’d be fucking sending me a letter,” Devin muttered. But the envelope was fancy. Didn’t recognize the handwriting on it, either. He ignored how his face felt hot as he remembered the last and only time he had ever seen Emperor Bates. He looked up at Wes, passing the letter over to him. “You open it.”
“But it’s addressed to you!” Wes cried, pushing the letter back in front of Devin. “C’mon, dude. Just open it already!”
“Fine,” Devin grumbled, sliding his finger under the edge of the envelope. It didn’t want to yield to him, but eventually he managed to open it. Definitely was a fucking letter. Definitely was
addressed to him, too. His eyes skimmed the paper, his stomach jumping into his throat when he noticed the signature at the end of the paper.
Sincerely, Emperor Savin Bates.
“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” Devin groaned, folding the paper up again. He couldn’t read it. He shouldn’t read it. “How the fuck did he even find me?”
“Dude, he is the Emperor,” Wes said, trying to snatch the paper from Devin’s hands. Devin just pulled the paper further away from him, holding it tightly to his chest. No way. No way was he going to let Wes read it. “C’mon, Devin, what’s it say?”
“I only gave him my first fucking name -- and we live on a colony -- and it’s been fucking months,” Devin sputtered, refusing to let Wes just take the paper from his fingers. He tried not to remember how Savin’s body had felt pressed against his own -- how many bruises he had when Savin had finally finished with him.
Wes then tackled him, crushing him in a tight hug. “Awww, you’re so cute when you blush like that, Devin! Look, dude, it’s okay -- I told you I’d be okay with it back then, remember?”
He remembered. He also remembered that neither of them thought that Savin would pick him. He had asked for blonds, after all -- and Devin’s hair was decidedly not blond. Still, he couldn’t say any of that with Wes crushing his lungs. “Wes, can’t fucking breathe.”
“You gonna read the letter, then?”
“Yes!” Devin gasped. When Wes let him go, he relaxed a bit into his chair. Then slowly unfolded the letter a second time. This time, he tried to actually read the text. His stomach sank to the floor.
“Well? What’s it say, dude?” Wes repeated. He bounced in his chair, a giant grin on his face. “I bet he wants to see you again! I’m surprised he even waited this long -- I mean, you’re so pretty and you’re good in bed and --”
“Wes.” Devin rubbed his temples after putting the paper back down on the table. The letter actually said exactly that -- that Savin wanted to see him again. Wanted to do that again. With him. Picking up his mug of coffee, Devin took a small sip of it. “He does.”
“Does what?” Wes asked, looking confused.
“Want to -- see me again,” Devin choked out, wishing his face wouldn’t get so damn hot. Wes’s eyes grew huge before he snatched the letter off the table, grabbing it before Devin could even stop him. His eyes scanned down the paper, getting even wider.
“You -- you have to go,” Wes said, looking up at Devin.
“Don’t have to fucking go,” Devin muttered, crossing his arms over his chest. He glared at Wes. “Don’t fucking want to go. Don’t give a shit that he’s the Emperor, I have a boyfriend, and --” He cut himself off, raising an eyebrow at Wes. “What?”
Wes just grinned at him before squeezing him in a tight hug yet again. “Aw, you don’t gotta worry about me!”
“You know what he wants, dude,” Devin said, shaking his head. “If he sees me again, he’s gonna wanna fuck me.”
“That’s because you’re so pretty,” Wes murmured, pressing his lips to Devin’s neck. Devin squirmed in his chair, biting back the small moan that wanted to escape his lips. “When’s he wanna see you again, dude?” Wes asked between kisses, letting his hands roam up Devin’s chest. He tugged Devin’s shirt aside, exposing more of Devin’s skin as he trailed his tongue along Devin’s collarbone.
“Next week,” Devin answered, throwing his head back. He whined as Wes pulled away from him. “Said he has fucking business here on this colony.”
“I know, I read that part of the letter, dude,” Wes said, grinning. He continued to trail his hands along Devin’s chest. He then handed Devin his phone. “Might as well call him and let him know you’ll be available!” he cried, clapping his hands together.
Devin groaned, picking up the letter. “You sure you’re okay with this?” he asked, dialing the number listed in the letter. He hesitated -- watching Wes’s expression. While Devin knew deep down he wouldn’t mind getting to “meet” Savin again, he didn’t want Wes to be upset with him, either.
“Yeah, dude,” Wes said, his grin never faltering.
That was all the permission he needed to complete dialing Savin’s number and put the phone to his ear.
***
Savin frowned, glancing down at his phone. “Excuse me,” he murmured, getting up from his seat in the Council room. Without thinking, he stepped out into the hallway, putting the phone to his ear. “Emperor Bates speaking,” he said, his fingers absently tweaking the knot of his tie.
The number, he knew, he didn’t recognize. Considering how few people even had this number, he had a feeling he already knew who it was on the other end.
“The fuck? You actually gave me your personal number?”
Savin smirked to himself, his fingers falling away from his tie. Even after only seeing Devin for one day of his life, he’d recognize that voice anywhere. “Ah, Mr. Renton. It’s good to hear from you,” he said, leaning against the wall in the hallway. “Have you taken the time to consider my offer?”
One night, the two of them, his hotel room. Savin told himself not to think about it any further than that -- he didn’t need to go back to the Council Meeting while sporting an erection.
“Yeah, I fucking considered it,” Devin grunted into the phone. Savin swore he heard the younger man gasp into the phone. When he heard Devin’s voice again, it was distant -- like he was trying to keep the phone away from his mouth. “Wes -- not while I’m fucking on the phone.”
Savin chuckled quietly to himself. “I take it Wes is your boyfriend?” he asked, running his fingers through his hair. “I also take it you have an answer for me?”
“Y-Yeah -- I’ll fucking meet -- ah! -- up with you,” Devin managed. Hearing Devin’s voice strain like that made it difficult for Savin to not think about what he had planned for Devin. “How the fuck are we gonna do this?”
“I’ll call you at this number once I’m done with the meeting on the colony,” Savin said, closing his eyes as he listened to how Devin kept trying to keep his breathing steady -- and how badly he was failing at it. “I have a hotel room lined up already and we can meet there -- I just don’t want to keep you waiting, in case the meeting runs late.”
“Sounds fucking --” Devin moaned into the phone, cutting himself off. “-- fantabulous. See ya, Emperor.”
Savin pulled the phone away from his ear, taking a moment to will his erection away. He couldn’t help the grin that swept across his face as he absently fixed his tie again, slipping his phone in his pocket.
A week suddenly felt like it couldn’t possibly move fast enough.
***
“Devin, your hair is perfect, dude,” Wes said, standing beside Devin in the bathroom. “I can’t believe you’re gonna see the Emperor again!”
Devin glanced at Wes, shaking his head. “You realize I’m supposed to fuck this guy, right? Again?” He turned his attention back to the mirror, trying to make sure his hair was just right. “It’s not like this is a fucking date or anything --”
Wes giggled at that, throwing an arm around Devin’s shoulders. “It kinda is, dude,” he said, smiling at Devin. “Aren’t you excited? I know I’m excited!”
Devin smirked at him, pulling Wes close. “Didn’t think you’d be okay with this,” he murmured, pressing his lips to Wes’s. He let his hands crawl up Wes’s shirt. “You gonna fuck me as hard as you did last time when I come back?”
Wes grinned at him, grabbing Devin’s ass as he leaned in for another kiss. “I could do that right now,” he said, only pulling far enough away from Devin’s lips to talk.
Devin shivered at that, tugging Wes’s shirt over his head as they resumed kissing. As their tongues met, Wes pushed him up against the wall of their bathroom, grinding against him. Devin moaned into the kiss, letting Wes’s hands roam over his body. Just as Wes broke away from him and began kissing down Devin’s still clothed chest, Wes’s phone began to ring.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Devin groaned, leaning his head back against the wall. Wes straightened himself out, pulling his phone out of his pocket and handing it to Devin. Devin raised an eyebrow at him -- but then he remembered Savin was supposed to call him. “Yeah?” he grunted into the phone as he put it up to his ear.
“Is that any way to greet your Emperor?” Savin quipped. Devin could hear he was amused, though. “Anyway, I’m done with my meeting. I should be at my hotel room in roughly twenty minutes. You know which room you’re going to, right?”
“Yeah,” Devin said, biting his lip as Wes’s hand slipped past the edge of his pants. “I’ll fucking be there, okay?”
“Good,” Savin responded. He then snickered quietly into the phone. “Also, tell your boyfriend that he needs to let you go now -- the sooner I get my turn with you the sooner he can have you back.”
Devin was grateful that Savin had ended the call with that, because he found it quite difficult to speak as Wes’s hand began to stroke him teasingly. He knew his face was red, though, with the way Wes grinned at him. “Gotta fucking go, Wes,” he managed.
Despite needing to leave, Devin was disappointed when Wes let him go. He almost wished Wes would have gotten him off before whisking Devin towards the door of their apartment. But Wes’s hand never left his ass -- and the tight squeeze Wes gave him before shoving him out the door? Those only made him ache worse.
As he walked towards the hotel, Devin tried to straighten his hair, pulling it back tightly behind his head. He shoved his hands in his pockets once he was done, taking his time as he walked. He had no idea why he was even doing this -- had no idea why he was about to let the Emperor have his way with him again. The first time shouldn’t have even happened -- and now?
Well, now it felt even weirder. Because this wasn’t some random chance event. Savin had deliberately contacted him, sought him out. A booty call. That’s all he fucking was -- not that Devin particularly cared. Not if Wes didn’t.
But that didn’t make it feel any less weird. The Emperor obviously viewed him as his own personal plaything. Or at least, wanted Devin to be his own personal plaything. At least for tonight.
The hotel was surprisingly close to his apartment -- only a thirty minute walk. Which was good, because he certainly didn’t want to get there before Savin did. As much as he wanted to do this, he didn’t want to seem too eager, either. He tried to remember Savin’s instructions as he walked into the lobby.
When he saw a man in a perfectly tailored suit standing by the desk, Savin’s instructions flew from his mind. If only for a moment. The man then turned towards him, as if sensing Devin staring at him. “Oh, well that’s convenient,” the man said, pushing himself away the desk.
The man’s voice sent shivers down Devin’s spine -- so did that smirk that was now directed at Devin. “Savin?” he asked, narrowing his eyes in confusion. Last he saw the Emperor, the man’s hair was roughly to his shoulders -- it was now cropped short, perfectly coiffed. “The fuck happened to your hair?”
“Ah, I forgot to tell you I cut it,” Savin said, his smirk turning into a smile. He ran his fingers through his hair, smoothing it back some. The smile faded, somewhat, as he approached Devin. “My late husband preferred it long,” he murmured. He then placed a light arm around Devin’s waist, directing him out of the lobby.
Devin nearly moved away from the touch, but remembered that he didn’t exactly have a choice. He agreed to this. And he could feel Savin’s fingers make their way slowly under the edge of his shirt -- could see the predatory grin spreading its way across his face. When Savin leaned in close, he could feel the other man’s breath ghost against his ear. “I’ve been looking forward to this all week,” he breathed, his fingers slipping down the back of Devin’s pants, now. “Almost thought you’d turn me down.”
“Almost fucking did,” Devin said, his breath hitching in his chest as Savin then pushed him up against the wall. “Would have if Wes said no,” he continued, barely able to keep his voice steady as Savin’s teeth grazed against his neck.
“Remind me to fucking thank your boyfriend for letting me borrow you -- twice,” Savin muttered, smirking as he pulled away from Devin. He pulled Devin close to him again, quickly moving to open his hotel room door. He let Devin walk in first, his hand coming down hard on Devin’s ass as Devin walked past him.
Devin yelped at that, turning to glare at Savin, who just grinned back at him. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist,” Savin said, his fingers already at his tie. Devin bit his lip, remembering how Savin had tied him to the bed with ties the last time. “I’d like to do things a little differently tonight, if that’s okay with you. I have a -- ah, a particular kink that I haven’t been able to really indulge for a while now.”
“What, no fucking getting me to beg, this time?” Devin asked, raising an eyebrow. He crossed his arms over his chest. “What’s the kink?”
“Glad you asked,” Savin said, smiling at him. He moved further into the hotel room, locating a small overnight bag. “When I used to work as a surgeon, I didn’t really -- need to indulge myself,” he continued. “Also, I never said I wasn’t going to get you to beg this time, either -- just thinking about hearing you beg again turns me on.”
“The fuck does being a surgeon have to do with anything?” Devin shoved his hands in his pockets, walking closer to Savin. Savin stopped rummaging through the bag, pulling out a thin object. “Is that --”
“A scalpel?” Savin finished for him, turning to face Devin. He turned the light weight knife in his hands, his fingers suddenly appearing way less clumsy. “An old one -- not as sharp as I’d prefer, but I’ve tested it -- it should do just fine for what I want.” He looked up at Devin over the edge of his glasses.
“Wait -- you want to fucking use that? On me?” Devin asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Does pain bother you?” Savin countered. He still turned the knife over in his hands, his fingers moving in such a way that Devin could only stare at them, transfixed for a moment.
“No -- don’t fucking mind pain,” Devin answered. He eyed the scalpel warily. “Just -- don’t fucking like blood. Or my blood, anyway.”
Savin smiled at him, seemingly encouraged as he walked closer to Devin. “Is it the sight of blood that bothers you or the actual act of bleeding?” he asked, trailing his fingers along the edge of Devin’s neck. “Because I can always blindfold you again,” he whispered, leaning in close and brushing his lips against Devin’s.
Devin leaned into the kiss, pressing himself against Savin. Even trailed his hands up the older man’s chest. When they pulled apart, Savin gave him this ridiculously hopeful look. “Guess that’d be fine -- as long as I don’t fucking have to see it.”
Savin moved so fast, Devin didn’t even have time to register that Savin had put the scalpel down before he lunged at Devin, pushing Devin down onto the bed and pinning him beneath him. Devin’s shirt was gone in an instant, Savin biting and kissing down his chest. “I’d fucking cut your clothes off of you,” he murmured against Devin’s stomach, “but I think you might actually need them when you leave.”
Devin snorted to himself at that, moaning as Savin’s tongue traced along the edge of his pants. His pants were gone quickly, too -- but not his boxers. Savin smirked up at him, fingers teasing him over the thin fabric. He then straightened himself out, undoing his tie. “Do you want me to wait to blindfold you?” he asked, tossing the tie aside.
Devin glanced around him, noticing the scalpel sitting innocently on the bed beside him. “Y-Yeah, might be a fucking good idea,” he murmured, turning his attention back to Savin. Savin smirked down at him, unbuttoning his dress shirt quickly before shrugging out of it.
As Devin watched him undress, he went to pull off his boxers, only to have Savin stop him. “No, leave those on,” he breathed, pinning Devin’s arms at his sides. He pressed himself between Devin’s legs, rolling his hips as he bent down, kissing Devin’s neck slowly, teasingly. “They’ll come off, trust me.”
Devin whined as Savin pulled away from him, kicking off the rest of his clothes. Savin glanced at the tie, frowning slightly. He then grinned at Devin, holding him down against the bed before kissing him. As their tongues met, Devin felt Savin’s weight shift on top of him -- felt Savin’s arousal press against him.
When Devin felt cool metal against his skin he jumped, breaking the kiss. Savin smirked at him, trailing a finger along Devin’s jawline. “I’m not gonna cut you yet,” he murmured, letting his fingers then trace down Devin’s neck and chest. “I’ll blindfold you before I do, but...”
Savin’s fingers then reached the edge of Devin’s boxers. “These need to be -- removed, first.”
Devin’s eyes widened, a small shiver running through him as Savin positioned himself better between Devin’s legs. The tremor grew stronger as Savin dragged the flat edge of the blade against his side, down to his hips. When Savin turned the knife over in his hand, he had to look away, biting his lip.
“Promise you’re not gonna fucking cut me?” he asked despite himself.
Savin chuckled, his free hand rubbing Devin’s length through his boxers. “You’re talking to the man who used to be the best surgeon in the entire Empire,” he murmured. Devin could have sworn that Savin had pressed his lips to his still clothed cock. “But it’d help if you didn’t squirm as much -- as hot as it is, if you don’t wanna be cut just yet, you need to sit still.”
Devin nodded, gripping the sheets to steady himself as he glanced down at Savin. Watched as Savin’s hand then moved in one slow, practiced motion down the length of Devin’s right thigh. He could hear the fabric get torn through -- but that look of utter concentration on Savin’s face just made it hard for him not to squirm.
When Savin moved to the other thigh, he grinned at Devin. Even teased Devin’s cock with his tongue before turning his attention back to Devin’s still-there boxers. This time his hand didn’t move as slow, the scalpel running through the fabric quickly. Savin tossed the cut fabric aside, exposing Devin entirely.
“Not like you needed those to go home, anyway,” Savin quipped, his breathing slightly ragged. He put the scalpel down and reached for his tie. Devin sat up, making it easier for Savin to wrap the tie over his eyes. The moment he couldn’t see, Savin shoved him back down onto the bed. “Fucking Christ,” Savin muttered, his hands touching every inch of available skin they could. “Where to start...?”
Devin’s breath caught in his throat, especially as he felt something cold press against his thigh again. Still the flat end of it, he thought, as Savin just traced it along the length of his body. Then he felt the slightest sting on his left hip -- and the sharpest intake of breath he had ever heard anyone make.
When he felt something wet and warm press against him in the exact same spot, Devin moaned, arching his back just a tiny bit. He felt Savin moan against his skin -- could envision the look on his face as Devin felt fingers then trace the small cut. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Savin said, his voice strained. Devin shook his head, squirming slightly as he felt the edge of the blade press into him again, this time a bit deeper than the last. He gasped, writhing a bit as the pain hit him.
“F-Fuck,” Devin managed, his own breathing ragged now. This time, he could feel his own blood well up on his skin -- and again felt Savin shift his weight, felt his breath just over where he had cut Devin. He didn’t need to see to know Savin’s tongue pressed against the cut. And he thought the Emperor had been into some kinky shit the last time they met.
When he then felt Savin’s mouth slide down his cock, he groaned, throwing his head back. He grabbed at Savin’s hair, pushing the older man even further down his length. The pain from the cuts started to settle in, now, heightening the pleasure Savin continued to give him. He shouldn’t have been surprised, then, when Savin slowly teased a tongue up his cock before stopping his teases entirely.
Devin gasped as the blade moved down his thigh, feeling his skin yield entirely too easy to it. He could feel Savin shudder against him as he made the cut -- could hear the low moan at the back of Savin’s throat, too. “Turns you on that fucking much, huh?” Devin groaned, hissing in pain as Savin’s fingers pressed into the fresh cut.
“You have no fucking idea,” Savin responded, his own voice straining. Those fingers then moved away, only to be replaced with Savin’s tongue again. “It helps that you can handle quite a bit of pain, too,” he murmured against Devin’s thigh. He then kissed his way back up to Devin’s hip, biting hard every once in a while, as if to illustrate his point.
Devin lost count of how many times he felt Savin press the scalpel into his skin -- but each time he could hear Savin’s breathing grow more ragged, and each little moan that escaped him grew louder. If he couldn’t feel both of Savin’s hands on his body at all times, he would have sworn the Emperor touched himself each time, too. Devin had a feeling he was covered in blood -- that Savin was covered in blood.
The flashes of pain made it worth it, though. More than fucking worth it. His own cock ached even worse than it would have what with Savin stopping to tease him, slipping a finger or two inside him at times. Without lube, even -- though Savin’s fingers were still slick with something else. Devin tried not to think about that, however. Focused instead on how Savin’s tongue felt against his skin, how his mouth felt around his cock.
He shouldn’t have been surprised when Savin flipped him over -- when he felt Savin’s tongue against his entrance, tracing slow, teasing circles along the tight muscle. “One more cut,” Savin breathed against him, his fingers tracing along Devin’s lower back. “One long one -- tell me if it’s too much, okay?”
Devin didn’t even get a chance to answer as he felt the knife press into the skin of his lower back. He groaned in pain, having to hold onto the sheets of the bed tightly. Savin moved the scalpel across him slowly, as if savoring this one last cut -- bastard probably was, now that Devin thought about it. But the pain was almost too much -- except the pain also made him ache and want more.
He writhed under Savin as he felt the knife finally move away from his skin. Felt Savin’s fingers press against the cut, gasped at the increased stinging sensation it caused. Devin almost started touching himself -- he needed the release almost as badly as Savin needed to keep pressing that knife into him.
Those same fingers then traced down the edges of Devin’s ass, causing Devin to shiver. Savin bent over him, kissing along Devin’s back and again tracing the cut itself with his tongue. “Fucking Christ, Devin,” he moaned against Devin’s back, mouth sinking lower. “Even my husband wouldn’t have let me go that far.” Savin’s voice strained the hardest Devin had heard it the whole night, as if each word took all of his fucking effort to say.
Devin managed a weak laugh before moaning as Savin pushed his fingers inside of him yet again. Instead of a few quick pumps of his fingers, Savin moved them slowly, stretching him intently, teasingly. The whole time Savin teased him with his fingers, Savin kept trailing his tongue along Devin’s lower back.
Devin didn’t know how longer he could take it, his own breathing growing harsh as Savin thrust his fingers in an out of Devin. As desperate as he was to finally be fucked, he knew Savin wouldn’t let him off that easily. Not after last time. But he couldn’t bring himself to beg. Not yet.
Just as the word please made its way to his lips, Savin pulled his fingers out of him. The bed shifted behind Devin as Savin lifted his hips up higher. He then felt Savin press himself against him, Savin’s nails dragging along Devin’s lower back and down to his ass. Devin cried out, gripping the sheets harder still as Savin then slammed into him without any real warning.
“C-Couldn’t -- fucking wait anymore, huh?” Devin gasped out between moans, bracing himself as Savin held him steady.
“Fuck no,” Savin groaned, his hands sliding around Devin’s front. As his fingers wrapped around Devin, Devin tried to ignore how those fingers felt wet, even when he knew they shouldn’t. He quickly forgot about that, though, as Savin pounded him, each thrust hitting his spot.
His back ached -- his whole body ached as Savin worked him over, slamming into him again and again. Fingers traced over cuts on various places of his body -- each additional bit of pain making Devin cry out louder. Savin still knew exactly what he was doing, knew exactly how to push Devin just to the edge of release before backing off.
“Not yet,” Savin gasped, letting his hand fall away from Devin’s cock. The way he said it made Devin wonder if Savin meant himself, instead. Devin could feel his whole body tense, though. Could feel Savin’s thrusts grow erratic, even if they remained just as harsh as ever. At this rate, Devin thought he might not need to be jerked off to come.
Savin’s nails dug into his hips again, right over where the first two shallow cuts were. Whimpering, Devin grasped at the sheets, forcing himself to breathe through the pain. Letting the pain fill him, excite him. His reaction just seemed to spur Savin to quicken his pace. Seemed to make Savin thrust into him harder still.
When he came, he cried out, arching his back. Savin cried out moments later, come to a stop and resting on top of Devin. “Fucking Christ,” Savin murmured against his back, his words coming out in shuddering gasps.
The two of them could barely move -- not that Devin even wanted to move, his mind still hazy from his orgasm. Savin did roll off of him, though, laying beside Devin. They both were panting, both trying to catch their breaths. Devin, more than anything, wanted to take his blindfold off.
Actually, what he really wanted to do was roll onto his back, but the pain began to settle in now. The idea of moving so much made him feel a little sick.
“Devin?” Savin asked, his voice cracking some. He cleared his throat, his hands drifting over Devin’s back. “Don’t -- don’t take the blindfold off yet, okay?”
“Wasn’t fucking going to,” Devin answered, curling up slightly on himself. He put a hand to his face anyway, trying to keep the panic at bay as the bed shifted again without Savin’s weight on it.
When he felt the bed sag again, he curled up a little more. “I’m going to need you to relax,” Savin whispered in his ear. “I -- kinda need to stitch up your back. But it should only take me a minute or so -- and you shouldn’t need a lot of them.”
“Thought you knew what the fuck you were doing?” Devin snapped. He still lengthened his body and tried not to jump as he felt Savin’s hands on his back.
“I -- I got a little carried away,” Savin said. Devin hissed in pain as he felt something thread through his skin, pulling the cut on his back closed. “It’s a good thing I thought to bring stitches with me -- don’t know how we would have explained that to the nearest ER.”
“Wait, you’re fucking done stitching me up already?” Devin asked as he felt Savin move away from him.
Savin let out a low chuckle at that, his hands sliding under Devin’s arms and pulling him into a seated position. “Cutting people open wasn’t the only thing I was good at,” he said. Devin then felt Savin’s fingers probe the cuts on his front. “I think the one on your back is the only one that needed stitches.”
“That mean I can take the blindfold off now?” Devin asked, raising an eyebrow. Which was hard to do, considering his eyebrows were partially covered by the tie wrapped around his head.
“You’re still covered in blood, so I’d advise you not to,” Savin answered. Devin swore he could hear amusement creep into Savin’s tone -- along with something else. Devin then felt Savin wrap his arms around him. Felt Savin’s breath against his ear. “I can help you get cleaned up, if you like...”
Devin gasped as Savin’s lips then pressed against his neck. “Ready to go again already?” he moaned, letting Savin push him back down onto the bed. “Aren’t you too fucking old for that?”
“Thirty-four. I’m not that fucking old, okay?” Savin muttered against his neck. “And a shower together would be enough time for me to recover -- promise not to use the scalpel, this time.”
“Sounds like a fucking plan,” Devin said, letting Savin pull him off the bed and guide him through the hotel room. Everything hurt as he moved, but Savin’s hands didn’t once leave his body, not even once they made it into the shower.
He just hoped Wes wouldn’t freak out when he finally made it home.
Devin looked at the piece of mail in front of him, frowning. “The fuck is this, Wes?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. He let his fingers ghost over the envelope, turning it over in his hands.
“Dude, I think it’s from Emperor Bates,” Wes whispered, his eyes huge.
“Wes, don’t think the Emperor’d be fucking sending me a letter,” Devin muttered. But the envelope was fancy. Didn’t recognize the handwriting on it, either. He ignored how his face felt hot as he remembered the last and only time he had ever seen Emperor Bates. He looked up at Wes, passing the letter over to him. “You open it.”
“But it’s addressed to you!” Wes cried, pushing the letter back in front of Devin. “C’mon, dude. Just open it already!”
“Fine,” Devin grumbled, sliding his finger under the edge of the envelope. It didn’t want to yield to him, but eventually he managed to open it. Definitely was a fucking letter. Definitely was
addressed to him, too. His eyes skimmed the paper, his stomach jumping into his throat when he noticed the signature at the end of the paper.
Sincerely, Emperor Savin Bates.
“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” Devin groaned, folding the paper up again. He couldn’t read it. He shouldn’t read it. “How the fuck did he even find me?”
“Dude, he is the Emperor,” Wes said, trying to snatch the paper from Devin’s hands. Devin just pulled the paper further away from him, holding it tightly to his chest. No way. No way was he going to let Wes read it. “C’mon, Devin, what’s it say?”
“I only gave him my first fucking name -- and we live on a colony -- and it’s been fucking months,” Devin sputtered, refusing to let Wes just take the paper from his fingers. He tried not to remember how Savin’s body had felt pressed against his own -- how many bruises he had when Savin had finally finished with him.
Wes then tackled him, crushing him in a tight hug. “Awww, you’re so cute when you blush like that, Devin! Look, dude, it’s okay -- I told you I’d be okay with it back then, remember?”
He remembered. He also remembered that neither of them thought that Savin would pick him. He had asked for blonds, after all -- and Devin’s hair was decidedly not blond. Still, he couldn’t say any of that with Wes crushing his lungs. “Wes, can’t fucking breathe.”
“You gonna read the letter, then?”
“Yes!” Devin gasped. When Wes let him go, he relaxed a bit into his chair. Then slowly unfolded the letter a second time. This time, he tried to actually read the text. His stomach sank to the floor.
“Well? What’s it say, dude?” Wes repeated. He bounced in his chair, a giant grin on his face. “I bet he wants to see you again! I’m surprised he even waited this long -- I mean, you’re so pretty and you’re good in bed and --”
“Wes.” Devin rubbed his temples after putting the paper back down on the table. The letter actually said exactly that -- that Savin wanted to see him again. Wanted to do that again. With him. Picking up his mug of coffee, Devin took a small sip of it. “He does.”
“Does what?” Wes asked, looking confused.
“Want to -- see me again,” Devin choked out, wishing his face wouldn’t get so damn hot. Wes’s eyes grew huge before he snatched the letter off the table, grabbing it before Devin could even stop him. His eyes scanned down the paper, getting even wider.
“You -- you have to go,” Wes said, looking up at Devin.
“Don’t have to fucking go,” Devin muttered, crossing his arms over his chest. He glared at Wes. “Don’t fucking want to go. Don’t give a shit that he’s the Emperor, I have a boyfriend, and --” He cut himself off, raising an eyebrow at Wes. “What?”
Wes just grinned at him before squeezing him in a tight hug yet again. “Aw, you don’t gotta worry about me!”
“You know what he wants, dude,” Devin said, shaking his head. “If he sees me again, he’s gonna wanna fuck me.”
“That’s because you’re so pretty,” Wes murmured, pressing his lips to Devin’s neck. Devin squirmed in his chair, biting back the small moan that wanted to escape his lips. “When’s he wanna see you again, dude?” Wes asked between kisses, letting his hands roam up Devin’s chest. He tugged Devin’s shirt aside, exposing more of Devin’s skin as he trailed his tongue along Devin’s collarbone.
“Next week,” Devin answered, throwing his head back. He whined as Wes pulled away from him. “Said he has fucking business here on this colony.”
“I know, I read that part of the letter, dude,” Wes said, grinning. He continued to trail his hands along Devin’s chest. He then handed Devin his phone. “Might as well call him and let him know you’ll be available!” he cried, clapping his hands together.
Devin groaned, picking up the letter. “You sure you’re okay with this?” he asked, dialing the number listed in the letter. He hesitated -- watching Wes’s expression. While Devin knew deep down he wouldn’t mind getting to “meet” Savin again, he didn’t want Wes to be upset with him, either.
“Yeah, dude,” Wes said, his grin never faltering.
That was all the permission he needed to complete dialing Savin’s number and put the phone to his ear.
***
Savin frowned, glancing down at his phone. “Excuse me,” he murmured, getting up from his seat in the Council room. Without thinking, he stepped out into the hallway, putting the phone to his ear. “Emperor Bates speaking,” he said, his fingers absently tweaking the knot of his tie.
The number, he knew, he didn’t recognize. Considering how few people even had this number, he had a feeling he already knew who it was on the other end.
“The fuck? You actually gave me your personal number?”
Savin smirked to himself, his fingers falling away from his tie. Even after only seeing Devin for one day of his life, he’d recognize that voice anywhere. “Ah, Mr. Renton. It’s good to hear from you,” he said, leaning against the wall in the hallway. “Have you taken the time to consider my offer?”
One night, the two of them, his hotel room. Savin told himself not to think about it any further than that -- he didn’t need to go back to the Council Meeting while sporting an erection.
“Yeah, I fucking considered it,” Devin grunted into the phone. Savin swore he heard the younger man gasp into the phone. When he heard Devin’s voice again, it was distant -- like he was trying to keep the phone away from his mouth. “Wes -- not while I’m fucking on the phone.”
Savin chuckled quietly to himself. “I take it Wes is your boyfriend?” he asked, running his fingers through his hair. “I also take it you have an answer for me?”
“Y-Yeah -- I’ll fucking meet -- ah! -- up with you,” Devin managed. Hearing Devin’s voice strain like that made it difficult for Savin to not think about what he had planned for Devin. “How the fuck are we gonna do this?”
“I’ll call you at this number once I’m done with the meeting on the colony,” Savin said, closing his eyes as he listened to how Devin kept trying to keep his breathing steady -- and how badly he was failing at it. “I have a hotel room lined up already and we can meet there -- I just don’t want to keep you waiting, in case the meeting runs late.”
“Sounds fucking --” Devin moaned into the phone, cutting himself off. “-- fantabulous. See ya, Emperor.”
Savin pulled the phone away from his ear, taking a moment to will his erection away. He couldn’t help the grin that swept across his face as he absently fixed his tie again, slipping his phone in his pocket.
A week suddenly felt like it couldn’t possibly move fast enough.
***
“Devin, your hair is perfect, dude,” Wes said, standing beside Devin in the bathroom. “I can’t believe you’re gonna see the Emperor again!”
Devin glanced at Wes, shaking his head. “You realize I’m supposed to fuck this guy, right? Again?” He turned his attention back to the mirror, trying to make sure his hair was just right. “It’s not like this is a fucking date or anything --”
Wes giggled at that, throwing an arm around Devin’s shoulders. “It kinda is, dude,” he said, smiling at Devin. “Aren’t you excited? I know I’m excited!”
Devin smirked at him, pulling Wes close. “Didn’t think you’d be okay with this,” he murmured, pressing his lips to Wes’s. He let his hands crawl up Wes’s shirt. “You gonna fuck me as hard as you did last time when I come back?”
Wes grinned at him, grabbing Devin’s ass as he leaned in for another kiss. “I could do that right now,” he said, only pulling far enough away from Devin’s lips to talk.
Devin shivered at that, tugging Wes’s shirt over his head as they resumed kissing. As their tongues met, Wes pushed him up against the wall of their bathroom, grinding against him. Devin moaned into the kiss, letting Wes’s hands roam over his body. Just as Wes broke away from him and began kissing down Devin’s still clothed chest, Wes’s phone began to ring.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Devin groaned, leaning his head back against the wall. Wes straightened himself out, pulling his phone out of his pocket and handing it to Devin. Devin raised an eyebrow at him -- but then he remembered Savin was supposed to call him. “Yeah?” he grunted into the phone as he put it up to his ear.
“Is that any way to greet your Emperor?” Savin quipped. Devin could hear he was amused, though. “Anyway, I’m done with my meeting. I should be at my hotel room in roughly twenty minutes. You know which room you’re going to, right?”
“Yeah,” Devin said, biting his lip as Wes’s hand slipped past the edge of his pants. “I’ll fucking be there, okay?”
“Good,” Savin responded. He then snickered quietly into the phone. “Also, tell your boyfriend that he needs to let you go now -- the sooner I get my turn with you the sooner he can have you back.”
Devin was grateful that Savin had ended the call with that, because he found it quite difficult to speak as Wes’s hand began to stroke him teasingly. He knew his face was red, though, with the way Wes grinned at him. “Gotta fucking go, Wes,” he managed.
Despite needing to leave, Devin was disappointed when Wes let him go. He almost wished Wes would have gotten him off before whisking Devin towards the door of their apartment. But Wes’s hand never left his ass -- and the tight squeeze Wes gave him before shoving him out the door? Those only made him ache worse.
As he walked towards the hotel, Devin tried to straighten his hair, pulling it back tightly behind his head. He shoved his hands in his pockets once he was done, taking his time as he walked. He had no idea why he was even doing this -- had no idea why he was about to let the Emperor have his way with him again. The first time shouldn’t have even happened -- and now?
Well, now it felt even weirder. Because this wasn’t some random chance event. Savin had deliberately contacted him, sought him out. A booty call. That’s all he fucking was -- not that Devin particularly cared. Not if Wes didn’t.
But that didn’t make it feel any less weird. The Emperor obviously viewed him as his own personal plaything. Or at least, wanted Devin to be his own personal plaything. At least for tonight.
The hotel was surprisingly close to his apartment -- only a thirty minute walk. Which was good, because he certainly didn’t want to get there before Savin did. As much as he wanted to do this, he didn’t want to seem too eager, either. He tried to remember Savin’s instructions as he walked into the lobby.
When he saw a man in a perfectly tailored suit standing by the desk, Savin’s instructions flew from his mind. If only for a moment. The man then turned towards him, as if sensing Devin staring at him. “Oh, well that’s convenient,” the man said, pushing himself away the desk.
The man’s voice sent shivers down Devin’s spine -- so did that smirk that was now directed at Devin. “Savin?” he asked, narrowing his eyes in confusion. Last he saw the Emperor, the man’s hair was roughly to his shoulders -- it was now cropped short, perfectly coiffed. “The fuck happened to your hair?”
“Ah, I forgot to tell you I cut it,” Savin said, his smirk turning into a smile. He ran his fingers through his hair, smoothing it back some. The smile faded, somewhat, as he approached Devin. “My late husband preferred it long,” he murmured. He then placed a light arm around Devin’s waist, directing him out of the lobby.
Devin nearly moved away from the touch, but remembered that he didn’t exactly have a choice. He agreed to this. And he could feel Savin’s fingers make their way slowly under the edge of his shirt -- could see the predatory grin spreading its way across his face. When Savin leaned in close, he could feel the other man’s breath ghost against his ear. “I’ve been looking forward to this all week,” he breathed, his fingers slipping down the back of Devin’s pants, now. “Almost thought you’d turn me down.”
“Almost fucking did,” Devin said, his breath hitching in his chest as Savin then pushed him up against the wall. “Would have if Wes said no,” he continued, barely able to keep his voice steady as Savin’s teeth grazed against his neck.
“Remind me to fucking thank your boyfriend for letting me borrow you -- twice,” Savin muttered, smirking as he pulled away from Devin. He pulled Devin close to him again, quickly moving to open his hotel room door. He let Devin walk in first, his hand coming down hard on Devin’s ass as Devin walked past him.
Devin yelped at that, turning to glare at Savin, who just grinned back at him. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist,” Savin said, his fingers already at his tie. Devin bit his lip, remembering how Savin had tied him to the bed with ties the last time. “I’d like to do things a little differently tonight, if that’s okay with you. I have a -- ah, a particular kink that I haven’t been able to really indulge for a while now.”
“What, no fucking getting me to beg, this time?” Devin asked, raising an eyebrow. He crossed his arms over his chest. “What’s the kink?”
“Glad you asked,” Savin said, smiling at him. He moved further into the hotel room, locating a small overnight bag. “When I used to work as a surgeon, I didn’t really -- need to indulge myself,” he continued. “Also, I never said I wasn’t going to get you to beg this time, either -- just thinking about hearing you beg again turns me on.”
“The fuck does being a surgeon have to do with anything?” Devin shoved his hands in his pockets, walking closer to Savin. Savin stopped rummaging through the bag, pulling out a thin object. “Is that --”
“A scalpel?” Savin finished for him, turning to face Devin. He turned the light weight knife in his hands, his fingers suddenly appearing way less clumsy. “An old one -- not as sharp as I’d prefer, but I’ve tested it -- it should do just fine for what I want.” He looked up at Devin over the edge of his glasses.
“Wait -- you want to fucking use that? On me?” Devin asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Does pain bother you?” Savin countered. He still turned the knife over in his hands, his fingers moving in such a way that Devin could only stare at them, transfixed for a moment.
“No -- don’t fucking mind pain,” Devin answered. He eyed the scalpel warily. “Just -- don’t fucking like blood. Or my blood, anyway.”
Savin smiled at him, seemingly encouraged as he walked closer to Devin. “Is it the sight of blood that bothers you or the actual act of bleeding?” he asked, trailing his fingers along the edge of Devin’s neck. “Because I can always blindfold you again,” he whispered, leaning in close and brushing his lips against Devin’s.
Devin leaned into the kiss, pressing himself against Savin. Even trailed his hands up the older man’s chest. When they pulled apart, Savin gave him this ridiculously hopeful look. “Guess that’d be fine -- as long as I don’t fucking have to see it.”
Savin moved so fast, Devin didn’t even have time to register that Savin had put the scalpel down before he lunged at Devin, pushing Devin down onto the bed and pinning him beneath him. Devin’s shirt was gone in an instant, Savin biting and kissing down his chest. “I’d fucking cut your clothes off of you,” he murmured against Devin’s stomach, “but I think you might actually need them when you leave.”
Devin snorted to himself at that, moaning as Savin’s tongue traced along the edge of his pants. His pants were gone quickly, too -- but not his boxers. Savin smirked up at him, fingers teasing him over the thin fabric. He then straightened himself out, undoing his tie. “Do you want me to wait to blindfold you?” he asked, tossing the tie aside.
Devin glanced around him, noticing the scalpel sitting innocently on the bed beside him. “Y-Yeah, might be a fucking good idea,” he murmured, turning his attention back to Savin. Savin smirked down at him, unbuttoning his dress shirt quickly before shrugging out of it.
As Devin watched him undress, he went to pull off his boxers, only to have Savin stop him. “No, leave those on,” he breathed, pinning Devin’s arms at his sides. He pressed himself between Devin’s legs, rolling his hips as he bent down, kissing Devin’s neck slowly, teasingly. “They’ll come off, trust me.”
Devin whined as Savin pulled away from him, kicking off the rest of his clothes. Savin glanced at the tie, frowning slightly. He then grinned at Devin, holding him down against the bed before kissing him. As their tongues met, Devin felt Savin’s weight shift on top of him -- felt Savin’s arousal press against him.
When Devin felt cool metal against his skin he jumped, breaking the kiss. Savin smirked at him, trailing a finger along Devin’s jawline. “I’m not gonna cut you yet,” he murmured, letting his fingers then trace down Devin’s neck and chest. “I’ll blindfold you before I do, but...”
Savin’s fingers then reached the edge of Devin’s boxers. “These need to be -- removed, first.”
Devin’s eyes widened, a small shiver running through him as Savin positioned himself better between Devin’s legs. The tremor grew stronger as Savin dragged the flat edge of the blade against his side, down to his hips. When Savin turned the knife over in his hand, he had to look away, biting his lip.
“Promise you’re not gonna fucking cut me?” he asked despite himself.
Savin chuckled, his free hand rubbing Devin’s length through his boxers. “You’re talking to the man who used to be the best surgeon in the entire Empire,” he murmured. Devin could have sworn that Savin had pressed his lips to his still clothed cock. “But it’d help if you didn’t squirm as much -- as hot as it is, if you don’t wanna be cut just yet, you need to sit still.”
Devin nodded, gripping the sheets to steady himself as he glanced down at Savin. Watched as Savin’s hand then moved in one slow, practiced motion down the length of Devin’s right thigh. He could hear the fabric get torn through -- but that look of utter concentration on Savin’s face just made it hard for him not to squirm.
When Savin moved to the other thigh, he grinned at Devin. Even teased Devin’s cock with his tongue before turning his attention back to Devin’s still-there boxers. This time his hand didn’t move as slow, the scalpel running through the fabric quickly. Savin tossed the cut fabric aside, exposing Devin entirely.
“Not like you needed those to go home, anyway,” Savin quipped, his breathing slightly ragged. He put the scalpel down and reached for his tie. Devin sat up, making it easier for Savin to wrap the tie over his eyes. The moment he couldn’t see, Savin shoved him back down onto the bed. “Fucking Christ,” Savin muttered, his hands touching every inch of available skin they could. “Where to start...?”
Devin’s breath caught in his throat, especially as he felt something cold press against his thigh again. Still the flat end of it, he thought, as Savin just traced it along the length of his body. Then he felt the slightest sting on his left hip -- and the sharpest intake of breath he had ever heard anyone make.
When he felt something wet and warm press against him in the exact same spot, Devin moaned, arching his back just a tiny bit. He felt Savin moan against his skin -- could envision the look on his face as Devin felt fingers then trace the small cut. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Savin said, his voice strained. Devin shook his head, squirming slightly as he felt the edge of the blade press into him again, this time a bit deeper than the last. He gasped, writhing a bit as the pain hit him.
“F-Fuck,” Devin managed, his own breathing ragged now. This time, he could feel his own blood well up on his skin -- and again felt Savin shift his weight, felt his breath just over where he had cut Devin. He didn’t need to see to know Savin’s tongue pressed against the cut. And he thought the Emperor had been into some kinky shit the last time they met.
When he then felt Savin’s mouth slide down his cock, he groaned, throwing his head back. He grabbed at Savin’s hair, pushing the older man even further down his length. The pain from the cuts started to settle in, now, heightening the pleasure Savin continued to give him. He shouldn’t have been surprised, then, when Savin slowly teased a tongue up his cock before stopping his teases entirely.
Devin gasped as the blade moved down his thigh, feeling his skin yield entirely too easy to it. He could feel Savin shudder against him as he made the cut -- could hear the low moan at the back of Savin’s throat, too. “Turns you on that fucking much, huh?” Devin groaned, hissing in pain as Savin’s fingers pressed into the fresh cut.
“You have no fucking idea,” Savin responded, his own voice straining. Those fingers then moved away, only to be replaced with Savin’s tongue again. “It helps that you can handle quite a bit of pain, too,” he murmured against Devin’s thigh. He then kissed his way back up to Devin’s hip, biting hard every once in a while, as if to illustrate his point.
Devin lost count of how many times he felt Savin press the scalpel into his skin -- but each time he could hear Savin’s breathing grow more ragged, and each little moan that escaped him grew louder. If he couldn’t feel both of Savin’s hands on his body at all times, he would have sworn the Emperor touched himself each time, too. Devin had a feeling he was covered in blood -- that Savin was covered in blood.
The flashes of pain made it worth it, though. More than fucking worth it. His own cock ached even worse than it would have what with Savin stopping to tease him, slipping a finger or two inside him at times. Without lube, even -- though Savin’s fingers were still slick with something else. Devin tried not to think about that, however. Focused instead on how Savin’s tongue felt against his skin, how his mouth felt around his cock.
He shouldn’t have been surprised when Savin flipped him over -- when he felt Savin’s tongue against his entrance, tracing slow, teasing circles along the tight muscle. “One more cut,” Savin breathed against him, his fingers tracing along Devin’s lower back. “One long one -- tell me if it’s too much, okay?”
Devin didn’t even get a chance to answer as he felt the knife press into the skin of his lower back. He groaned in pain, having to hold onto the sheets of the bed tightly. Savin moved the scalpel across him slowly, as if savoring this one last cut -- bastard probably was, now that Devin thought about it. But the pain was almost too much -- except the pain also made him ache and want more.
He writhed under Savin as he felt the knife finally move away from his skin. Felt Savin’s fingers press against the cut, gasped at the increased stinging sensation it caused. Devin almost started touching himself -- he needed the release almost as badly as Savin needed to keep pressing that knife into him.
Those same fingers then traced down the edges of Devin’s ass, causing Devin to shiver. Savin bent over him, kissing along Devin’s back and again tracing the cut itself with his tongue. “Fucking Christ, Devin,” he moaned against Devin’s back, mouth sinking lower. “Even my husband wouldn’t have let me go that far.” Savin’s voice strained the hardest Devin had heard it the whole night, as if each word took all of his fucking effort to say.
Devin managed a weak laugh before moaning as Savin pushed his fingers inside of him yet again. Instead of a few quick pumps of his fingers, Savin moved them slowly, stretching him intently, teasingly. The whole time Savin teased him with his fingers, Savin kept trailing his tongue along Devin’s lower back.
Devin didn’t know how longer he could take it, his own breathing growing harsh as Savin thrust his fingers in an out of Devin. As desperate as he was to finally be fucked, he knew Savin wouldn’t let him off that easily. Not after last time. But he couldn’t bring himself to beg. Not yet.
Just as the word please made its way to his lips, Savin pulled his fingers out of him. The bed shifted behind Devin as Savin lifted his hips up higher. He then felt Savin press himself against him, Savin’s nails dragging along Devin’s lower back and down to his ass. Devin cried out, gripping the sheets harder still as Savin then slammed into him without any real warning.
“C-Couldn’t -- fucking wait anymore, huh?” Devin gasped out between moans, bracing himself as Savin held him steady.
“Fuck no,” Savin groaned, his hands sliding around Devin’s front. As his fingers wrapped around Devin, Devin tried to ignore how those fingers felt wet, even when he knew they shouldn’t. He quickly forgot about that, though, as Savin pounded him, each thrust hitting his spot.
His back ached -- his whole body ached as Savin worked him over, slamming into him again and again. Fingers traced over cuts on various places of his body -- each additional bit of pain making Devin cry out louder. Savin still knew exactly what he was doing, knew exactly how to push Devin just to the edge of release before backing off.
“Not yet,” Savin gasped, letting his hand fall away from Devin’s cock. The way he said it made Devin wonder if Savin meant himself, instead. Devin could feel his whole body tense, though. Could feel Savin’s thrusts grow erratic, even if they remained just as harsh as ever. At this rate, Devin thought he might not need to be jerked off to come.
Savin’s nails dug into his hips again, right over where the first two shallow cuts were. Whimpering, Devin grasped at the sheets, forcing himself to breathe through the pain. Letting the pain fill him, excite him. His reaction just seemed to spur Savin to quicken his pace. Seemed to make Savin thrust into him harder still.
When he came, he cried out, arching his back. Savin cried out moments later, come to a stop and resting on top of Devin. “Fucking Christ,” Savin murmured against his back, his words coming out in shuddering gasps.
The two of them could barely move -- not that Devin even wanted to move, his mind still hazy from his orgasm. Savin did roll off of him, though, laying beside Devin. They both were panting, both trying to catch their breaths. Devin, more than anything, wanted to take his blindfold off.
Actually, what he really wanted to do was roll onto his back, but the pain began to settle in now. The idea of moving so much made him feel a little sick.
“Devin?” Savin asked, his voice cracking some. He cleared his throat, his hands drifting over Devin’s back. “Don’t -- don’t take the blindfold off yet, okay?”
“Wasn’t fucking going to,” Devin answered, curling up slightly on himself. He put a hand to his face anyway, trying to keep the panic at bay as the bed shifted again without Savin’s weight on it.
When he felt the bed sag again, he curled up a little more. “I’m going to need you to relax,” Savin whispered in his ear. “I -- kinda need to stitch up your back. But it should only take me a minute or so -- and you shouldn’t need a lot of them.”
“Thought you knew what the fuck you were doing?” Devin snapped. He still lengthened his body and tried not to jump as he felt Savin’s hands on his back.
“I -- I got a little carried away,” Savin said. Devin hissed in pain as he felt something thread through his skin, pulling the cut on his back closed. “It’s a good thing I thought to bring stitches with me -- don’t know how we would have explained that to the nearest ER.”
“Wait, you’re fucking done stitching me up already?” Devin asked as he felt Savin move away from him.
Savin let out a low chuckle at that, his hands sliding under Devin’s arms and pulling him into a seated position. “Cutting people open wasn’t the only thing I was good at,” he said. Devin then felt Savin’s fingers probe the cuts on his front. “I think the one on your back is the only one that needed stitches.”
“That mean I can take the blindfold off now?” Devin asked, raising an eyebrow. Which was hard to do, considering his eyebrows were partially covered by the tie wrapped around his head.
“You’re still covered in blood, so I’d advise you not to,” Savin answered. Devin swore he could hear amusement creep into Savin’s tone -- along with something else. Devin then felt Savin wrap his arms around him. Felt Savin’s breath against his ear. “I can help you get cleaned up, if you like...”
Devin gasped as Savin’s lips then pressed against his neck. “Ready to go again already?” he moaned, letting Savin push him back down onto the bed. “Aren’t you too fucking old for that?”
“Thirty-four. I’m not that fucking old, okay?” Savin muttered against his neck. “And a shower together would be enough time for me to recover -- promise not to use the scalpel, this time.”
“Sounds like a fucking plan,” Devin said, letting Savin pull him off the bed and guide him through the hotel room. Everything hurt as he moved, but Savin’s hands didn’t once leave his body, not even once they made it into the shower.
He just hoped Wes wouldn’t freak out when he finally made it home.