~Hyuu~

It was… that moment of truth I had been waiting for so long now. That glorious succumb to me, Kyouhei… his passion, his eyes like milk and honey and toasted almond butter or something just as delicious. I flinched at the words, my heart feeling as if someone has just injected a sort of morphine into it. Some powerful drug to stop me from the slow breakdown I had been feeling since the moment I knew Kyouhei didn't like me like I loved him.

And now he did. Or at least in the heat of this moment he did—which was fine by me. I felt my body tremble and my heart soften as he looked up at me, biting his lips with a faint flush on his cheeks because even he couldn't deny that he had been caught off guard by his feelings. My whole chest swelled, and beyond my eye lids I could feel the sting of tears that wanted to break loose of happiness—you would think he just accepted some sort of proposal the way I reacted, however it was the same kind of thing when you think about it.

We had been through hell and back again; hate, love, lust, arrogance, stupidity, danger, and many other things that had crossed out path made it hard to believe that this was really happening. After everything we had been through—after all the sacrifice and the hate and the pain. I couldn't stand it. It was worth it.

Blinking away the moisture in my eyes I looked down at me, feeling his hands curl through my hair because he was unafraid. Finally, for once he let it all go and just decided that love was an emotion far too powerful to push down. My whole being suddenly felt as though it was floating, walking on a sort of air.

"Kyouhei…" I whispered, shaking my head and bringing myself back down to earth. Back down into his warmth where I could taste his pre-cum on the back of my tongue and imagine his teeth latching onto the head of my own cock, where it hurt but somehow stung in a good way afterwards. He had laughed but… it was erotic to hear such a sound. It made him sound lighthearted—at ease for once with the world.

I wanted to cry, but I forced myself to stop as he moved his hands down my shoulders, trying to find the outer shell that was his normal stubborn and irritating ways—however it had gone, shattered under the touch of my hands and the eagerness of my mouth.

Carefully I leant back, kneeling and letting his hands fall around my shoulders, gripping lightly for the moment.

"I—I'm going to—

"Shh." He cut me off. "You promised…"

That's right… that sad little promise I made about keeping my mouth shut. I wanted to tell him that I was going to enter him now—with the help of a little more lube and—no.

Suddenly now condoms felt all wrong, and the idea of not feeling every inch of his flesh upon my skin turned me off. I had to take him bareback, I just had to. I didn't want anything to separate us now—even if it was just a tiny layer of latex.

Taking a deep breath I moved his legs apart, closing my eyes and pushing the trunk of my cock up against his balls. I rubbed it there for a second, trying to imagine the motion I would use once I was inside of him, and all the while leaning back to grab the thing blue bottle of lube which N had suggested. I had to stop myself from squirting the greasy stuff all over him because in all honesty I was so nervous it felt like anything would help.

Heart pounding I dripped a healthy portion of the warm liquid between us, rubbing carefully across my own erection before taking it down and smearing the pretty flesh of his backside.

One finger was nothing really—Kyouhei only reacted with a soft muffle as I leaned over and captured his dick between my lips—the lube was flavorless but left a strange coating on my tongue and I had to ignore it while I could.

Carefully maneuvering one finger back and forth inside of him I waited, feeling how sensitive he was to the touch, and how much his tiny hole seemed to suck on my finger as if it were a greedy creature. I even had to stop myself for a moment—naturally matching the pace of my lips to the pulsing of his body. This all seemed to match out heartbeats until somehow we synchronized, and with a little effort I slipped a second finger into him.

This time he clawed at me, his nails leaving small divots in my back and his teeth baring into the darkness. I watched him through his head back out of the corner of my eye, and with the sting of scratches on my shoulder I moved my hand more eagerly.

"Ah—ah!" He squeaked, his whole body shaky now and his heart moving a million miles a minute as I kissed at him, making his erection twitch when my mouth centered around a single testicle, sucking it and then blowing softly on it because that seemed to heat the lube that had settled.

"F—Fuu—

He spread his legs further, the muscles in his thighs straining while one of his hands flew to his erection—he was going to cum.

Without thinking I pushed his hand away, lurching forward to catch the tender head between my lips and push down, taking the layer of soft skin away from those two tiny precious holes that my tongue flicked at.

"Cmm'on" I moaned around him stretching the inner walls of his anus and pushing my thumb up between his balls.

"H—HYUU!" He jolted, his voice cracking into a high endeavor at stopping me. I didn't though, I only secured myself to him tighter and made sure that not a drop of his juices were going to be wasted.

Right then and there I knew that I had a thing for… semen in my mouth. Because as he flowed over, tickling the back of my throat with strands of his "island milk" I felt a sort of impenetrable horniness come over me, and I wasted no time swallowing the mouthful—just in time for a second explosion, this time a little closer to my teeth in which is seemed to dwindle, gathering upon his head.

I wasn't greedy with this batch when I pulled away, taking the second half-a-mouthful and drooling it back out onto his balls—I could feel him tense, maybe as if he were going to release another burst, or maybe by repulsion.

"S—suck." Kyouhei huffed, arching his back slightly. "I wa—

"Hmm?" I panted, loving the salty taste in my mouth—was it wrong to want more? More cum. More cum.

Kyouhei took a deep breath before finding his words. "Theres more—suck it out of the tip…"

Now understanding and finding use of my fingers again, I reached for the tip of his dick, opening my lips only just over the tiny holes and sucking it like a straw—more cum. It wasn't a lot, but it was more and somehow Kyouhei enjoyed that.

I swallowed, hoping that this wouldn't destroy my stomach later on and make me ill—I felt so good right now.

"Mmmn…" Licking my lips I pulled away, pushing down on his thighs until I could kneel before him.

"Hyuu…" He huffed, breathless after his orgasm.

"I'm going to fuck you." A throaty noise—a growl—rose before my lips, and I looked down at him with a hunger I had never quite felt before. My lip curled slightly as I pulled my two fingers from his backside and lined my cock up against him.

Kyouhei only nodded in respond as I probed his asshole with the head of my dick—this would be challenging I guessed… but…

Strung out on the taste of him I gripped his hip with one hand, holding steady while my other took hold of my swollen member.

Eagerly I pushed both down on him and up with myself until I was slowly but surely entering, making his walls stretch and his eyes close with a sort of pleasured pain.

"Ahh!" He gasped as the ledge of my cock's head disappeared beyond his body- perhaps that was only an inch or so inside of him, but I could already feel just how good it felt. Trembling I pushed farther, taking both hands now and holding his hips, using my pelvis only to thrust further.

"Ow—Ow!" He cried, holding a hand before his mouth and gritting his teeth—I could see him straining with effort—holding his breath.

"R—Relax!" I commanded, though my every instinct was telling me to take him—take him now and fuck him mercilessly. I had to stop and remember just who I was for a second before even daring to push in further.

"I—I'm trying." He flinched, his stomach muscles coiling and then stopping and then deflating—I could feel his ass contract to me now, allowing further penetration.

"T—that's right…" I leaned over him, careful not to dislodge myself while wrapping my arms around him. Slowly I began to rotate him around, leaning on my side and not daring to let him move away until I was now lying on the bed—my shoulders fixated on the headboard so we were face to face—and he was ontop of me.

"Ready?" I grunted.

He slumped into me, his legs shaking with effort at holding himself up until I said so. Tilting his chin up and kissing him I pushed down on his hips, up with my own, and let out bodies connect completely.

He whimpered at the pain, the pleasure—the way it felt to have his erection grow again because of me inside of him.

"Oh… Ahh…" I rolled my hips up, my head hot with ecstasy.

"Fuck." Kyouhei hissed. "Shit Hyuu—I—Fuck."

"Shh…. It's ok… It's ok." I rubbed his back as he knelt into me. "I—I'm going to fuck you…"

"N—now please." He curled his fingers into my collar bones as I arched myself upright—since when was Kyouhei so behaved? Part of me longed for the feisty ignorant boy I fell in love with, and the other part of me only wanted more of this love—this appreciation and acceptance. Carefully I began to stroke him, my cock digging deeper into the hot flesh as it stretched and contracted—though still remained so tight.

This was the beginning of sex. Though a lot of foreplay had gone on I realized that this was the true beginning. This was our physical relationship—so good and yet so painful—almost exactly like our emotional relationship.

I fucked him while he was on top of me, though it made my stomach muscles ache with effort. I fucked him on his side, listening to the different cries as I hit different angels. I fucked him up against the headboard. I fucked him into the sheets and eventually with him hanging halfway off the bed (that didn't end well when he nearly fell and I nearly fell on him).

His hips were bruised, my shoulders and back were tattered with scratches, and all of our muscles ached by the time I felt like I was going to lose my mind. My cock was so full of hot passion—all of my own juices built up and restrained for far too long.

"I—I'm going to cum." I said—just once, very softly more to myself than anything—and Kyouhei found himself long enough to pull me closer to him. I was on top of him now—a traditional face to face position in which our mouths collected over and over and over again between our moans.

"I—Inside." He whispered, every nerve in my body tightening with his hot breath on my ear. My hands pulled his legs up as I drowned myself in him, balls deep and twitching while my pelvis curled forward and a rush of thick, white cum tunneled trough my shaft and out the tip—I could feel it all as Kyouhei wrapped his legs around my waist and his arms around my neck.

I never knew just how much love I had to give before this particular moment in time, when it seemed every drop of semen was just another thousand or so reasons why I loved him—his ignorance, his bipolar-ness, his eyes, his lips, his freckles, his island accent, his windblown hair, his cussing sprees, the way he would get a tiny crease between his eyes when he was mad—it all came out as I filled him with love.

Not the tender lust that was me fucking him… no this was passionate, hot love that came with being connected.

In the back of my mind I could see him; his slender body and the wetsuit falling halfway off his hips as he arose out of a black wave with the orange moon beyond him—that night I fell in love the first time.

"Kyouhei…" blackness swept over me for a moment and I became lightheaded, overwhelmed with the feeling and then finally, slipping into a state of incoherency and falling beside him in the bed—head rush or something; I wasn't exactly sure.

I was out for maybe two seconds, lost at breath until I felt a sharp tug on my hair bring me back to reality, and the sound of Kyouhei whimpering "Get off" made me huff.

"O—Oh Arceus Hyuu… Shit." His strained voice came with the smell of salty cum, and the feeling of him pull away from me—or maybe I was deflating?

"A—are y-you ok?" I couldn't focus as my eyes lolled back and forth, trying to find the light in the dark once again. My shoulders stung, my dick felt sore, my stomach was throbbing and hot feeling—and yet I couldn't have imagined this going any better.

"I—I can't move." He sounded as if he were in pain.

At that I had to believe that I could find myself again, and with a lot of effort I managed to push up on the bed, teetering but not faltering as I leaned over Kyouhei, wrapping an arm around him.

"Shhh…" I breathed, rubbing his back. "Relax… it's ok—a—are you ok?"

Carefully he buried his face into me, though tight with his movements and not allowing a space between us—I was fine with that.

"I love you." I kissed his temple softly as he whimpered. "Shh… Kyou baby…"

"D—don't call m—me that." He managed through his exhausted and achy body.

Heart finally starting to calm down I pulled him closer, a tiny smile creeping over my lips—there it was again, that ignorance.

"Ok." I allowed. "Go to sleep…"

He shifted slightly, leaning up with a soft moan and pecking my lips as if they were made of thing glass. I licked them as he settled then.

"Goodnight, Hyuu…"

"Goodnight…"