Maxim's heart raced as the man's words echoed in his ears. The dim light inside the carriage barely revealed the features of the man sitting across from him, but Maxim could still make out the cold, unyielding expression on his face.
"Okay," Maxim replied. It wasn't Maxim's first time in such a situation, but it never got easier.
Slowly, Maxim moved closer to the man, his body trembling slightly despite his attempt to remain composed. His hands, usually so steady when handling books in the bookstore, now felt like they were made of lead.
The man's gaze never wavered, cold and commanding as if he were merely instructing a servant to perform a mundane task.
Maxim swallowed hard, his throat dry. He settled between the man's legs and spread them apart, giving himself space as he knelt down. He looked up and saw the man staring at him intently.
Without hesitation, the man reached for Maxim's neck, pulled him up, and kissed his lips.
Maxim was surprised by the sudden gesture, his mind momentarily blank. He had expected coldness, perhaps even cruelty, but not that.
The kiss was firm and demanding, yet there was something almost desperate in how the man held him as if he were clinging to something he had lost.
"Mhmm," Maxim deepened the kiss further and inserted his tongue inside the man's mouth, which he got a response back.
Their tongue twirled together as their lips danced on each other's saliva.
Maxim placed both hands on the man's chest to support himself while the man gripped the straps on his clothes tightly.
"Ugh," Maxim groaned. He trailed his hand into the back of the man's head, rubbing his soft hair. Then, he pressed the man's head against him.
*Slurps*
*Licks*
The man's hand went into Maxim's right buttock and squeezed it. He pulled back from the kiss and stared at Maxim's ocean-blue eyes.
"It's tough in the streets, huh?" the man whispered amusingly. "The things you got to do to keep afloat."
Maxim's mouth twitched. He didn't like how it sounded, but it was true; he badly needed the money to get by. He leaned in and began licking the man's neck. "But I also get to have some fun while earning."
"Ahh," the man raised an eyebrow. He watched as Maxim touched his chest for a few seconds and went down to his pants.
Maxim cupped the man's bulge, feeling the hardened c0ck on his palm. "You're excited," he stated, amused.
"Heh," the man smirked. He placed his hand on top of Maxim's head and forced him to lower himself to his c0ck's level.
Maxim, still on his knees, tried to steady his breathing, his heart pounding in his chest. He understood what the man wanted him to do.
"You look nervous. I thought you're used to this… job," the man remarked, noticing Maxim's trembling hands on his thighs.
Maxim scoffed. "I'm not doing this with everyone," he replied. He got annoyed when the man thought he was a plain sl^t.
"I see. Then get it done," the man ordered, his voice low and controlled.
Without another word, Maxim set to work, using his hands to unzip the pants, revealing a black underwear.
Even though it was dark, Maxim could see how big the man's cock was.
Maxim leaned and sucked on the man's shaft while holding his balls on the other hand. He could smell a faint sweat and tobacco, but he brushed it aside.
Maxim opened his mouth and pressed his tongue against the man's shaft, wetting his underwear while rubbing his balls.
"Don't make me regret accepting your offer," the man said, tilting his head back as he enjoyed the pleasure.
Maxim continued his moves, but his eyes caught something else. The man had a sword hanging on his side, and he was able to take a closer look.
That was when Maxim saw the BlackMoon's crest, a tilted crescent moon over a fire symbol. It was only used by the royal family.
'This is bad news, 'Maxim thought as he stopped moving due to shock. He knew the man might be a high-ranking official in the Palace, but he never expected someone in royalty.
Maxim had always disliked the royal family, especially how they handled the pack. However, no one could oppose them because of their strong military unit.
Also, Maxim wanted to avoid any connection with them since it only brought nothing but trouble, and he might lose his head in the process.
"Mmph, why'd you stop?" the man asked. He had already started feeling good and was annoyed it was cut off.
'Sh^t! I got a dangerous customer!' Maxin thought nervously and didn't hear what the man had said.
"Go on, suck it for me…" the man stated sternly. He was getting impatient and wanted to continue immediately. "… Mr. Maxim."
The man immediately grasped a bunch of Maxim's hair to prevent him from leaving.
'I've never given him my name,' Maxim thought, panicking inside, but he tried to remain composed. He didn't want to anger the man before him. 'I should have known this was coming when I got that fat wad of money.'
"I've learned a couple of things out here in the streets," Maxim stated, looking up at the man with a serious face.
"And that is?" the man frowned; his curiosity was sensed even with his mask on.
"You have to think on your feet if you want to stay alive in this city," Maxim replied. He breathed deeply, and his heart felt like it was about to burst.
"Oh, are you being a tearjerker now?" the man chuckled in amusement. He understood what Maxim was talking about. "You finally got my full attention."
Maxim gritted his teeth. "I'll forget anything I've seen today. I won't tell a single soul about your identity," he stated, trying to break free, but the man's hold on his hair was rock tight.
"Are you calling off our little business here?" the man asked, his tone became cold as he got pissed off.