Just A Bit Ruthless

Three days later, Luke stared sullenly at the locked door to Roman's bedroom.There was no sound on the other side of the door.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door vigorously.A voice in his head told him he was dying, but Luke ignored it.

He doesn't care.He hasn't had a good night's sleep for four days in a row, and he's tired and irritable now.

It's all that person's fault.

The door opened, and Luke found himself being stared at by a pair of cold eyes.Roman leaned over, leaning his broad shoulders against a door frame, and looked him from head to toe.The man was only wearing a pair of black boxers, his dark hair was disheveled, and a short and thick beard wrapped around his square chin.

Luke shifted his weight from side to side, and his eyes wandered to avoid seeing Roman's bare chest and the tattoos on his toned arms.

"Why do you need to knock on my door at six o'clock in the morning?" Roman said.

Luke folded his arms across his chest. "I'm hungry."

"You're hungry," Roman repeated, listening to the tone, as if such a thing was not worth talking about, but his expression did not fluctuate at all.

"Yes," Luke said. "I haven't eaten since yesterday afternoon." He couldn't hold back anymore, and glanced over Roman's shoulder to the big bed in the room.The bed was empty and the sheets were crumpled.Unable to control himself, he blurted out, "The call girl you invited has left."

The sharp look in Roman's eyes made him immediately regret his slip of the tongue, and then there was a look of amused expression on the other person's face, and he said, "Did you lie on the door to eavesdrop, little milk cat?"

Luke glared at him. "I couldn't sleep all night because of her screaming. Four nights in a row. And you have to fuck her at three o'clock in the morning? In our—in our shared bathroom!" He couldn't bear to look Roman in the eyes any longer, and looked away at Roman's left ear. "I'm hungry, and I need a change of clothes. The shirt you gave me is dirty."

"You dare to disturb my sleep without even a decent reason, your brain circuit is really cute," Roman said, with a hint of coldness in his tone.

Luke froze, his eyes quickly turned to meet Roman's eyes, and he swallowed.

Roman reached out, grabbed Luke by the collar of his shirt, and dragged him to him.Luke's heart was in his throat, and his mouth was dry.

"Or do you just want my attention, honey?"

Luke blushed and shook his head.How could he possibly want to attract Roman's attention?He's had enough attention over the past three days.Roman would come to his room every day, talk to him about everything, and just look at him the whole time.Just maddening!Luke, however, can't complain about being mistreated.He has a soft bed, good food and drink, and the beatings and kicks of the guards are a thing of the past.Roman didn't even touch him again.Frankly, Luke really has nothing to complain about.So far, the abduction has generally been unbearable - except for the sound of the woman's orgasms being forced into my ears every night.

Roman chuckled, and moved the hand pinched on Luke's shirt to his throat, pressing his thumb against Luke's pulsating artery. "Little liar," he said. "You're here because you're jealous of the beauty who pleased me last night."

Luke said angrily: "Jealous? I don't like you. You are a terrible villain."

"And hard eyes," Roman added, punctuated with jest. "Don't forget 'The Grim Eyes.'"

"Stop making fun of me," Luke pouted.It took him a while to realize that he had really pursed his mouth, and he couldn't help blinking.What are you doing?He has always been very concerned about his facial movements, and will not allow himself to show any expression that a man should not have.At what juncture did something go wrong, causing him to relax his guard against Roman?

Regarding his behavior, Luke was also a little inexplicable. He cleared his throat and said, "Okay, I'm sorry for disturbing you. Let me go."

Roman's hands were still around his neck.He looked at Luke for a long time.Luke didn't look away, trying not to care about the naked chest in front of the other's eyes.

Roman looked into his eyes and said quietly——

"Kneel down for me."

Luke took a sharp breath.

"No," he said with difficulty.

"Get on your knees," Roman repeated. "You and I know very well that this is why you came to me."

Luke moistened his lips and glanced down at Roman's black boxers—the fabric blocking that part had been stretched. "No," he whispered, less firmly than before.

"You stop kidding yourself," Roman said.He runs his hands into Luke's hair and pushes him down, hard and domineering, but not "too" hard - just right - and a rush of desire rises from Luke.

He knelt down and waited, breathless and trembling.He could have escaped.He can also run away now.

He did not escape.

He watched as Roman took out his avatar.

He didn't resist when asked Roman to pry his mouth open with his fingers.

Roman didn't resist as he slowly moved the cock into his mouth.

Luke closed his eyes and snorted a little, tasting the thick, hard cock he had squeezed between his lips.Roman's movements were neither gentle nor gentle.As soon as he was inside, he began to thrust into Luke's mouth, the force hurt Luke's throat, and he couldn't breathe.Luke could only whimper with the other's cock in his mouth.

After a while, it continued like this, and all he could hear was Roman's low guttural roar.A part of Luke was terribly ashamed at the thought of himself getting fucked for this sort of thing—being treated like a horny hole, being thrust with a cock without love.Is there a mistake?He's sucking dick for a guy who sees kidnapping as a routine—and he's probably doing a lot more than that.He feels sick.It's no wonder he doesn't feel sick because of this kind of thing, but he enjoys it, he loves it to death.

After a while, Roman pulled his hair roughly.Luke whimpered as the cock was pulled out of his mouth.don't want--

"open one's eyes."

He looked up and saw that Roman was already staring at him.Roman jerked his wet, red cock, his eyes burning with lust. "I'm going to cum in your face. Open that pretty little mouth for me, Curly."

Luke gasped and did as he was told, staring hungrily at the drops of pre-cum oozing from the tip of Roman's cock.

"Blya—" Roman growled, quickened his hand movements, and shot Luke all over his face: his cheeks, his nose, his parted lips, and down his neck into his shirt .

Note ①: Russian: Fuck——

"Fuck, look at you, Angel," Roman said, running his hands through Luke's hair and pressing his face into his lap. "Now, you can jerk off and cum."

Luke slid a hand under his shirt and took hold of his pre-jumping prick, moaning in relief.He was achingly hard, panting as he pressed his mouth against Roman's muscular thigh as he masturbated to himself.he needs--

"Come out honey." Roman tugged at his hair, hard.Luke was pushed to the edge of reason, he bit Roman's skin, and his mind drifted far away, far, far away.

He rested his forehead on Roman's thigh, focused on maintaining his breathing, and let the other party rub his curly hair with a pair of big hands, so that the pleasure that swept his whole body continued.Luke wondered what he was feeling, but he couldn't describe it other than warmth and comfort.

The man who still had a sliver of reason was full of doubts about his behavior: What the hell is this?He doesn't act like this when he usually makes love to people.It's not normal at all to obey the other party in a muddle like this.Of course he could claim that this was to confuse Roman and make him let his guard down, but that would be a joke.Based on what he now knew about Roman, Luke was sure that a blowjob or two wouldn't shake Roman at all.The man wasn't going to fall for other people's tricks because of his sex - he slept with a different woman every night.If anyone in this game has been coaxed into letting their guard down, it's Luke.He gained a sense of security from getting along with Roman - at least to the extent that he could entrust his body to Roman.This is too outrageous!

"Stand up," Roman said.

Luke stood up tremblingly, his knees were weak, and his whole body was limp.

Those blue eyes looked him up and down, from his messy hair to his bare feet, and Roman said, "Go take a shower, you're so dirty."

Luke went barefoot to the bathroom.He was really dirty, with Roman's semen all over his face, and besides, he didn't have the strength to argue with him anymore.He doesn't want to bicker.Roman's commanding tone didn't offend him in the slightest.

How is this going?He stood under the shower, thinking ignorantly, letting the water wash over his body.

By the time he turned off the shower and felt clean and refreshed, his mind seemed to have shaken off the potion Roman was pouring him.Thankfully, he's been terrified of his own brain circuits these days.

Luke shook his head, pushed the glass door of the bathroom open, and froze.

Roman, who was standing in front of the mirror, turned his head.He who was trimming his beard suddenly stopped, and his eyes were precisely locked on Luke's wet naked body.

Luke took a few steps forward, then stopped, and quickly suppressed the crazy urge to jump over and stick to Roman.

Am I mistaken, what the hell is going on here?

After a while, Roman turned his gaze back to the mirror and continued the pruning work in hand.He was almost dressed, as if he was going somewhere.

"You dripped water on the floor," Roman said, wiping his face with a towel.

"I have no clothes to change."

Roman went back to his bedroom over there.

Finding that Luke was not moving, he called out, "Come here."

Luke followed, embarrassed by his nakedness.Roman walked towards him, still holding a pretty floral shirt in his hand.

Luke frowned.The shirt was a nice style and didn't look cheap, but he couldn't imagine it was Roman's. "It doesn't look like anything you would wear."

"Because I really can't wear them," Roman said. "It's a gift from—" He broke off and handed the shirt to Luke. "Put it on."

Luke complied.After buttoning all the buttons, he came to the mirror——

Eyes stared.

He could hardly recognize the young man in the mirror.He hadn't allowed himself to wear such beautiful and colorful clothes for many years.He looked... different, especially with his wet, curly hair unbound from gel.

Luke stroked the silky soft fabric and saw himself in the mirror smiling slightly.And when he found that Roman was staring at him, the smile immediately froze on his lips.

Luke put his hands down, coughed and said, "I'm so... good mother."

"What's wrong with mother?" Roman said.

Luke shrugged noncommittally.The content of their conversation that day still lingered clearly in his mind.He still couldn't figure out how he felt about it.Intellectually, he knew Roman was right: there was nothing wrong with effeminate grooming and mannerisms, and neither he nor anyone else was a "freak" for it.However, it is one thing to understand the truth, and another thing to believe it from the bottom of your heart.

However, that conversation did change some things.

You don't have to pretend to be a big man in front of me.You don't need to pretend anything.You can let go.I have no right to judge anyone at all.

He wasn't sure if he believed Roman's words, but... being dressed like this in front of Roman didn't make him feel wrong.He didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

Luke couldn't look away from the mirror, marveling at the dramatic change in his appearance and mood.He didn't look dull at all.He looked...beautiful.He feels beautiful and funny.

"You look so pretty."

Luke's face turned red, and he looked at Roman with wide eyes.There was no trace of sarcasm in Roman's voice, his tone was very firm.It wasn't the first time Luke had been praised for his good looks, but this time it felt different.Roman is not like the kind of person who compliments others casually.

"Thanks," Luke said awkwardly, feeling uncomfortably cramped.He warned himself: Don't be stupid, isn't it just being praised, and it's not the kind of boasting to the sky.

But that wasn't just a compliment.He will be happy because he really feels cute when he puts on the shirt, and he likes it.Did Roman see this too?That's why he said that?

Luke glanced at Roman, and saw that he put on a gray shirt and buttoned it without changing his face, the expression on his face was almost impeccable.

Luke looked at the packed suitcase beside the bed and bit his lip: Are you leaving?

He didn't ask that.

"Are you going to give me some pants?" he asked.

"No," Roman said, looking at his leg. "You're a little one, give me my trousers and you'll trip over."

Luke frowned: he's not a little one.However, for a tank-like burly guy like Roman, he does look a bit small. "You can wear other people's pants for me."

"Do not."

"Can I have a pair of underwear?"

"Do not."

Luke couldn't help it anymore, he sighed and said, "Can you tell me, when can I go home?"

"Do not."

Luke pursed his lips, plopped down on Roman's bed, and looked at the suitcase again.

Roman glanced at him, and said with a chuckle: "Don't make eyebrows there, go back to your room quickly."

"I feel like I've become your pet." Luke really started to wonder what Roman thought of him.Why did Roman do this?Although he always has a serious and unsmiling look, he has been significantly gentler around Luke recently, and in this way, Luke also found himself off guard in front of the other party.How could he have dared to speak to Roman in such a petulant tone a week ago?A week ago, he was terrified of this man.But now, he feels extremely comfortable with the other party, and the strangest thing is that Roman also allows him to be so casual—his attitude towards him can be called friendly.Why?why why why?

God, he'd never been so confused in his life.This man is a living contradiction: Roman seems a little homophobic, but when it comes to sex, he is unusually open-minded and tolerant.He was very domineering, but unlike most domineering men, he was good at listening and easy to talk to.Roman is not gay, but is attracted to him.Luke had no idea what all this was all about.It didn't look like Roman was faking it - some things couldn't be faked at all - but he was convinced that Roman was playing some kind of game.Definitely yes.

Roman picked up the suitcase and said, "How did you come up with that idea? Pets don't ask so many questions, and they don't pout when they don't get an answer."

"When did I pout?" Luke said, pouting more exaggeratedly, although he didn't understand why he did it. "My mouth is so long, I need plastic surgery to correct it."

Roman's thick black brows were knitted together, his eyes fixed on Luke's lips.

Luke licked his lips with the tip of his tongue.

"There's no need for correction," Roman said briefly, before turning to leave.

"You're leaving?" Luke blurted out.

Roman stopped and looked at him for a long time with tentative eyes.

"Yes," he said after a moment. "Business trip, there are some things I can't do in Russia. I won't be back until next Thursday."

"You're leaving for a week?" Luke frowned. "But—but who's going to bring me food?" He didn't know why, but Roman never allowed his men to enter Luke's room in Roman's absence.

"Vlad is in charge," Roman said, a grim look flashing in his eyes. "He won't do anything to you." He looked at Luke thoughtfully, then walked over, inserted his fingers into Luke's hair, and looked at him with extra serious eyes. "He's just bringing you food. If it's not necessary, he can't stay in the house for long. Understand?"

Although he didn't quite understand, Luke nodded. "Why are you telling me this? I can't get him out."

"I've already told him," Roman said, with a hint of displeasure on his face. "But if he forgets my order, you can always remind him."

His eyes drifted down, looking at Luke's mouth again, and his hand tightened around Luke's curly hair.

Luke's heart was pounding, and he lifted his face, his lips parted slightly.Damn, he wanted to be kissed so much, so much.He wanted to feel the texture of that beard with his jaw, he wanted Roman to put his tongue in his mouth.

Roman let go and walked away.

Feeling lost, Luke stared blankly at Roman striding out of the room.

Once outside, he closed the door, followed by a click of a lock.

Luke sat back heavily on Roman's bed, let out a low growl in frustration, and touched his numb lips.

"Luke, you're so stupid," he said to himself, and laughed.

If you don't laugh, are you going to cry?