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The more Cyrus stayed to himself, the more everyone else looked at Porter as if he was the problem. Porter sighed as he shaved his cheeks, getting rid of the annoying stubble so that he could be nice and smooth.
It is your fault, you know. You broke Cyrus. Congrats, Dad would be proud.
Porter had to stop and grip the sink. No, he was nothing like that monster. He closed his eyes and remembered the way Cyrus had looked at him as he had torn the incubus down verbally. Porter had assumed that Cy wouldn't really be affected by it, that he would shake things off and laugh like he always did. But...another part of him knew that he had been out for blood at that moment. Porter had wanted to hurt Cyrus and he had.
Apologize. Just apologize to him already.
He wanted to and he would eventually. But...Porter didn't know how. Why had he even snapped at Cyrus? In that moment, it felt as if he was being toyed with, like he was a game. He wasnota game. Everyone thought he was so soft, but they didn't know anything about him.
Then doesn't that mean they're not doing this on purpose?He was being paranoid and he knew exactly who had instilled that paranoia in him from day one. Gabriel Manetti.
Porter blocked out the noise in his head and rinsed off his face. He almost tossed his towel onto the floor, but then he remembered the way Jaygen's hand had wrapped around his throat. Apparently, from what he heard from another host, he had been annoying Jaygen to no end with his messiness. Porter dropped his towel into the hamper instead and wiped down the counter before he went to make himself something to eat.
Over the past few weeks he'd learned a little about cooking for himself. Eggs, he could do. It was nothing fancy, but with some toast and jam it was enough to fill his belly. Porter ate quickly, ready to retreat to his room when Jaygen stepped into the kitchen.
"Clean up your mess," he said shortly. "You do not have servants here."
Porter glared. "I was already going to do that,” he snapped, standing up and carrying his plate to the sink, “Get off my ass."
He would have happily tidied up before Jaygen opened his mouth. Now, he just wanted to tell the man to go fuck himself. Right after he released the plate, his face was shoved against the counter and Porter gasped.
"See this?" Jaygen pointed to some jelly that had fallen onto the counter. "Clean it up."
"I'm going to!" Porter tried to move, but Jaygen was ridiculously strong.
"No." Jaygen's tone was calm, but there was fire behind it that made Porter stop and glance up at him. What he saw, the fire in Jaygen’s eyes, he shivered. "Lick it up with your tongue."
Porter squirmed. "Jaygen-"
"Lick it up. Now." His fingers pushed into Porter's dark locks before he shoved his face closer to the glob of strawberry jelly. "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue." When Porter hesitated, he leaned closer to his ear. "Youwillobey me, boy."
Fear shot up Porter's spine, but just like down in the bar when Jaygen choked him, he found himself ridiculously aroused. He stuck out his tongue and Jaygen inhaled deeply, a look of bliss flashing over his features before it disappeared again. Jaygen lifted Porter's head by his hair, his scalp tingling as his tongue connected with the counter and he lapped at the jelly.
Waves of humiliation washed over him as he cleaned up his mess. He shifted around, trying to set himself free, but Jaygen’s grasp was tight. As he groaned, Porter could hear something behind him, a faint jangling that made him stop moving. Jaygen shoved his face against the counter again.
"Did I tell you to stop? Keep licking."
Never in Porter's life had he been treated like this by anyone but his father and sometimes, in training, Michele. But never likethis.His cock was so hard underneath the black skirt that he wore, and before he could stop himself, a moan tumbled from his lips.
Jaygen released his hair. "You are going to stay just like that. Here." He disappeared and came back, laying a sponge and some cleaner beside Porter's."Straighten up, but stay bent over. Clean. Someone should have taught you proper manners a long time ago."
Porter swallowed thickly. "What are you doing?"
"It’s none of your concern. Don’t turn around and do as I say, Porter."
His hand trembled as he picked up the sponge and sprayed some of the cleaner on the counter. It smelled faintly of citrus, like Jaygen did after he cleaned. He trembled as he stood there in quiet anticipation.
“If you want this to stop, say so right now,” Jaygen growled. “Or would you prefer I keep going?”
Porter’s tongue felt heavy in his mouth. Did he want what Jaygen was offering? WhatwasJaygen offering anyways? Porter’s brain felt a mess and as his fingers tightened around the sponge, there was one clear thought in his head. He wanted to cave to Jaygen’s demands. He nodded and Jayden's fingers tightened in his hair once more, making him hiss.
“Say it out loud or I will walk away,” Jaygen said.
Fuck. Porter’s cock jumped and his heart battered against his rib cage. Jaygen wanted him to say it, it was both exhilarating and embarrassing at the same time.
“Yes,” Porter whispered.
Jaygen hummed. “Try again.”
