Akashi had started waking up at the crack of dawn again. Thus, earlier than his host. It allowed him to train without having to hide and he also used this time to communicate with his family through the runes Momoi had drawn on the left side of his left middle finger. He sent small, clear messages through it and received the same kind back.
Everything was alright. He could focus on the task at hand : court Kouki.
If Akashi was one thing, it was honest. Even more so to himself, he knew who he was and how and why he reacted this or that way. So when he started waking up in the middle of the night thinking about Kouki's soft and warm body next door, when his body grew feverish over the images of taking him, when he felt the throbbing hardness that forced him into masturbation for the first time in centuries. Akashi knew what was going on.
He was lusting after Kouki.
When his head filled with thoughts about him as they parted during the day, when he felt sad about sleeping apart, when his heart started reacting over the smallest smiles and his days turned brighter over a laugh. Akashi knew what was going on.
He was in love with Kouki.
When his beast started needing to feel his touch to calm down, when it felt restless over the slightest discomfort from him, when it growled the need to brand him as his, when it allowed him to reach for his magic. Akashi knew what was going on.
He had found his mate.
And he was going to claim him.
However, Kouki was a gentle soul in a fragile body, and both he and his beast required total comfort for his mate. This is why he was taking it slow. Firstly he had started releasing pheromones in hope of awaking something primal in Kouki.
He was pleased to say it had worked and he felt the desire pouring out of his healer when he intentionally stood too close, pressed him into whatever surfaces to pass by, or when he walked around in nothing but a towel after bathing.
It made his mouth water. The scent of Kouki, of his arousal, was like the sweetest nectar and it had on more than one occasion almost drove him mad. But he held on, because he didn't want a quick rut, he wanted forever.
As it was, Kouki was sleeping in his bed. With him. He had carried him over last night after he came home from his ritual in town. Akashi had never slept better. Like he was finally home. This priceless feeling, he was going to cherish and make sure to keep forever.
Nothing mattered more than that now.
"Hmm," Kouki moaned as he snuggled deeper into his side and the emperor smiled down at him. He placed a soft kiss on the light brown hair and breathed in the divine floral smell that was only Kouki. He was going to make him his. Soon.
Soon. The eager beast growled pushing Akashi to take a deeper breath of his mate's smell.
He gritted his teeth as he felt something harden against his hip. His own body reacted to the call. And for the thousandth time, he got stuck into an ethical dilemma. Could he pleasure Kouki or should he wait for the explicit approval to do so ? But as the dominant mate, wasn't it his duty to provide his lover with what he needed, even if he wasn't aware of said need yet ?
Unconsciously, he turned on his side and made their covered cocks meet. He groaned at the painfully good feeling he got from the light touch. This was alright, he thought, he wasn't really doing anything. But then, Kouki started moving, small unconscious rolls of his slender hips. And Akashi was lost.
He rolled them so he was on top and started slowly grinding himself against the smaller man. They both moaned together as the pleasure skyrocketed.
The emperor had enough experience to know that wasn't how it usually went. This level of pleasure was unique. Sacred. He reverently kissed Kouki's forehead as he wanted their first kiss to be when he was awake and slowly brought them to climax.
It was like nothing he had ever felt. It was slow and fast, there was no more space nor time as their magic entwined in a beautiful pattern around them.
The powerful feeling exhausted him and he fell on top of Kouki, breathing hard and sweating. He fell asleep in the most comfortable position, his head resting on the womb that would someday carry his children, his arms wrapped around the tiny body in a possessive embrace, the softening cock of his mate against his chest.
This was perfect.
OoOoO
Kouki woke up in panic, but he didn't move an inch. There was a telltale stickiness between his leg that mortified him, more even so as the beautiful stranger he had saved laid precisely on top of it.
Not that Akashi was a stranger anymore. Kouki could pick his smell, his hair, the feel of his skin whenever wherever. He knew his tastes in food and literature and what his family was like and how much he adored them and his size and on what day his stubble was the most attractive and the way the tendons in his neck stuck out when he laughed too hard-
Yes he had fallen hard. And fast. It had probably started as he nursed him back to health. Then it had been a quiet attraction. It had grown into a weak infatuation as they got to know each other. But now it was full out, overwhelming love.
It made him forget and roses bloomed on his way, he would get lost in the beauty of him and stare for so long he'd have to start his task over. He started having these wicked thoughts and dirty dreams.
And now he had forced his presence in Akashi's bed and made a mess of himself there. His eyes started to water as shame and regret strangled him. Now, his only friend was going to be disgusted with him too and leave forever. It started getting harder to take breaths as he realised the severity of the situation.
He couldn't lose him. He couldn't take it. He wasn't strong enough.
"What's going on ?" Akashi brutally rose from his place over his lower body and asked in a new deep and bestial voice, as he stared at him with serious blood red eyes.
But those eyes were supposed to be dichromatic and Akashi had told him they only turned when he was furious and Kouki started sobbing harder and hid his face in his shaking hands.
"What is it ? Tell me," he ordered in a softer voice as he tried to pry Kouki's hands open but the man held on.
"S-s-sorryyyy !" He cried out as he felt Akashi's hands slid down, one to his jaw the other to his throat.
"Please, I have to know," he asked in an uncharacteristic pained voice that broke Kouki's heart. "Is this because I took the liberty of moving you here ?"
"W-what ?" Kouki sobbed and slowly pried his fingers apart with his elbows bent on either side of his head.
"I apologise," Akashi said in a sad tone. "I shouldn't have taken advantage of you, but you were so beautiful and I- it- I don't have any excuse but please, stop crying." He grabbed Kouki's right hand with his own and pulled it away. "I can't promise I won't ever touch you again," he said and kissed the tears away, placing his lips on the wet trails and licking his way up. "But I swear to wait for your approval from now on."
Kouki stared dumbfounded. He didn't understand anything that was going on.
"You..." he cleared his throat but it was hard to gather his wits as Akashi licked the other side of his face. "You b-brought m-me here ?"
"And made us come. I should have cleaned it up," he looked sheepish as he said the last part. "I must look like a young boy discovering carnal pleasures," he groaned and buried his face back in Kouki's stomach, sending a rush of blood south and an electric tingle down his spine. Oh. Oh no. Not now.
Of course, his body wouldn't listen and as he felt the red head freeze, he knew it was quite noticeable. Akashi rose his head and pulled himself up so their eyes were level.
Kouki gulped as he stared up into beautiful dichromatic eyes filled with so much. Too much. He tried to hide again but Akashi was faster and he trapped his hands on the pillow over his head.
"Will you forgive me if I do it all over again ? This time we're both awake," he ended his sentence with a kiss on Kouki's warm cheek.
Then he kissed the other. His nose. One eye. The other. Then he rose up again to stare into Kouki's eyes and the question was clear there.
He could only give one answer.
His lips were soft and so warm. Kouki's first kiss was like nothing he had ever imagined, nothing like he had ever felt before. It opened another realm of sensation. And Kouki discovered his lips were directly attached to his cock, as it stood harder than it had ever gotten. Their lips moved in natural harmony, in an ancient rhythm he had never learned but was forced into following by Akashi's expert lips. Then Akashi's tongue came out to play, and it became an out of body experience. Everything was just too much, his body too sensitive. He gasped and the tongue dove inside to explore. He moaned and started rolling his hips against Akashi's to release some of the pressure.
Akashi growled and moved to align their cocks and on the next roll, Kouki cried out in ecstasy. His head rolled back and Akashi plunged on his throat and started sucking on the sensitive skin there.
"Call my name," Akashi ordered in a tight voice as he licked the abused skin.
"Akashi !" Kouki gasped as his hands came to hold onto the red hair.
"No, my name," he ordered against and gave a hard grind that made Kouki see stars.
"Seijuro !" He moaned loudly as he tried to match his rhythm.
He felt the pressure build and build until it was both pleasure and pain and then as Akashi claimed his mouth back, the world turned white and he spent in his pants. Thankfully, the pleased growls he heard indicated he wasn't the only one. He felt a perfect warm contentment as he came down from the high and this time as Akashi's eyes locked with his they weren't dichromatic anymore but the two rubies staring back at him were just as beautiful.
"Did you like it ?" Akashi asked softly, caressing his hair.
Kouki could only nod as he didn't trust his voice yet. Not so soon after what he had just lived.
"Me too," Akashi smiled and rose up from the bed leaving Kouki feeling cold on the bed. But as soon as he was up, he bent down and picked him up.
"S-stop !" Kouki cried out blushing even brighter if possible.
"I'll clean you up thoroughly this time."
That wolffish grin held many promises.