A/N: You guys, I thought it was like 6k words but it's literally 13.7k! I'm crying. Omg wow. Enjoy, bffs!
The Weekend
"Do you like it?" he hears Tyson ask and his eyes fly open to meet pitch black darkness. Then he sees the telltale sign of the kitchen lights sneaking in through the blinds drawn over the walls of his bedroom and recognizes where he is.
He was dreaming.
Tyson never asked him such a thing.
This is the second time he's dreamt of Tyson finding him a psychopath and running away from him. And Kai can't fully convince himself that that would never happen because he's aware that there are parts of him that aren't entirely friendly. Hidden nooks and corners inside of him where darkness lurks. Rage and sorrow mixing into a fierce blood red storm.
It's not a pretty place.
And Tyson has barely caught a glimpse of it.
It's wrong. It feels like he's corrupting him just by being near him, yet Kai keeps him with him. Holds him to his chest as he sleeps, the peachy shampoo scent of his hair brushing his nose. His soft hair is fluffy and delicate against Kai's fingers when he combs through them.
Kai's lucky.
Tyson makes a small noise, snuggling his nose into Kai's shirt and hiking his knee up higher on his body.
He's infinitely lucky to still have him this close.
Tyson's friends are happy with his relationship with Kai (or so he says but they're still friends so it must be true). He even makes up with Hilary, him catching her right after her morning run and then having a very warm chat together.
The endorphins must have been flooded in her veins because she held next to no animosity towards him during their talk.
He'd brought her avocado juice (her favourite) while she was doing her last rep down a set of stairs in a park and she'd immediately stopped next to him, pulling the earphones out of her ears.
"Hey!" she'd greeted, smile warm.
Tyson returned it, eyes shining with emotion. He'd missed her. "Hi"
"You came to talk."
"Yeah. I hope it's okay."
"Yeah of course!" Hilary swatted at the air nonchalantly. "I was going to come to you this afternoon."
"Oh! Well, I'm glad I beat you to it."
Hilary chuckles. Tyson grins. Holds out her juice for her.
"I brought some juice."
"Thanks!"
They sit down on the last step, Tyson tugging nervously at his gloves and Hilary trying out the drink.
"Mmm," she hums appreciatively, eyeing the cup. "So refreshing" she says with a laugh.
"Tastes best after a run."
"Yep," she says, then looks at him and asks softly, "How've you been?"
Tyson nods. "Good. I...I've missed you, but...other than that, I've been doing good."
Hilary glances guiltily at her drink. "I missed you too," she whispers quietly. "How...how's Kai? How are you two doing?"
He tugs at his gloves again. "He's great. We're um...we're good." He swallows.
"You know, I've been thinking about it, and I realize that I gave you so much shit for no reason. You didn't deserve it."
"It's ok"
"No, you're my best friend, Tyson. I can't believe that I let a boy get between us. You know, he apologized?"
"Hm?" Tyson looks at her surprised.
"Yeah. Right after...I think, a couple days after the masquerade ball."
"He did? He didn't mention anything-"
"We talked." Hilary nods. "And" she lets out a laugh when she recalls something. "And oh my god, I was so stupid I didn't see it. He got the ideas for the gifts from me. The gifts he gave you? I told him what you liked. He said he wanted to make it up to you and oh god, it was me who told him that chocolates and food was the quickest way to your heart."
Tyson blushes. He had no idea. He needed to ask Kai about it. Why hadn't he mentioned it to him before?
"Why didn't you tell me before?" he asks, tilting his head curiously.
Hilary tilts her head too, thinking back. "I wanted to, but you were always too busy around that time. But whatever, it's in the past, right?"
"Yeah" He takes a breath and smiles, letting it go.
She gives him a once-over, observing him. "It doesn't make sense," she says.
"What?"
"You and him. In theory it doesn't. I didn't understand why he was even into you, because, you're...well, you're a boy, and I thought he was strictly into girls. But if you take that away, I guess you are his type. But it didn't make sense why you would fall for him. You have nothing in common with him and you have always been all about the heart. You only dated people you had a connection with. And it didn't make sense at first. It still doesn't in theory." Tyson wonders what she's trying to get at. She's rambling. "But what I'm trying to say is, when I see you with him it makes perfect sense. Like...I can't imagine you two being with anyone else other than with each other." Warmth washes over him at her words, hearing her accepting them. "You belong together. You were always meant to be, I think."
Tyson gives her a small, happy smile. "Thank you"
Hilary nods. "It's true. I'm happy for you." She smiles and drinks her juice. "I'm kinda hungry. You want to get some doughnuts with me?"
"Then what was the run for?"
"To allow myself to eat more of course."
Later, Tyson had come home to relay the entire conversation word for word to Kai, at which point Kai decided it was time for them to retreat somewhere private and enjoy each other's company in peace. Tyson and Hilary making up meant them hanging out more in the coming days and Kai hadn't quite had his fill of Tyson. He needed him to himself for a few more days and so he told Tyson about the cabin just out of the city, with a river by its side and a beautiful forest all around it.
"Just you and me, for two whole days," Kai had murmured against Tyson's hair, hands around his waist.
"Sounds like a dream," he'd replied, enchanted.
"Mhm" Kai had kissed his cheek, wanting nothing more than to eat him, him and all his softness against his mouth.
The porsche streaked down the road, its windows down, the wind in Tyson's hair. He'd packed everything. Clothes, books, toiletries. The end of semester examinations were coming up soon and he didn't have the luxury to take an entire weekend off from studying.
Campus was talking about them. Whispering loudly about why they were spending so much time together. First Dubai, then the constant meetups in and around campus and now this. The student body thought there must be some shady reason behind their sudden friendship and closeness. What other reason could there possibly be for someone like Tyson to hang out with someone like Kai? They didn't belong in each other's circles. They must have been up to something. TheCampusScoop wrote about them almost every day. Kai siced Tala on Ming-Ming to get her to stop tweeting about their spottings, but she wanted something in return. And he gave up the least harmful gossip he had and Ming-Ming focused on that for all of two days before she started spewing shit about Tyson and Kai again.
"It's pointless. She's not going to stop and I can't push her too much. You know where we stand with her." It was a very precarious relationship that they had with Ming. She had information on them and the only reason she wasn't putting them on blast was because Tala routinely gave up gossip and rumours he heard to Ming so she'd keep the boys and their business off TCS. She couldn't be threatened. She was the daughter of one of the most powerful figures in Japan. They had to sweet-talk her, buy her silence with expensive gifts in the form of information, invitations, and exclusive VIP access to fights.
So for now, as long as she didn't expose the fact that they were dating, Kai would have to let her be.
And the Campus will keep assuming that they are involved in some shady shit.
Tyson's not a messy person. He keeps his clothes folded in the closet and his books neatly arranged on a table once they reach the cabin. The toiletries are lined up primly on the bathroom shelf. He's not a messy person but his dorm room at first glance is...a giant mess. The books are arranged but there are almost fifty of them on one small table. The bed is made but not in a neat manner. The shoes are kicked to the side but they lay one on top of the other. And there's always a stack of freshly laundered clothes at the foot of his bed because he sweats a lot and changes shirts multiple times in a day. It is a contained sort of chaos.
He's next to the bed, putting away the last of his clothes from the bag into the closet when Kai comes up behind him, and slips hands around his waist. "Wear anything you want," he whispers into his ear. "No one's around to see us."
He sees Tyson's fingers tighten on the shirt he's holding. Feels his skin warm against his lips. A shiver goes up his spine as Kai brushes his mouth against his ear.
Kai thinks about the coming days. Of what he has to do once they get back. Ugly times are ahead and he wants this weekend to be one of pure bliss. For both of them. He wants to not think for at least two days before his mind gets engulfed by nightmares and guilt again.
The gang who is stealing from them. They will be dealt with, and it will surely affect Kai once it's done. Ruin his mood for weeks, if not months. He wants Tyson to see him at his best for a few more hours before shit hits the fan and the uglier sides of him come out again.
They have been trying him. And he's running out of patience.
Kai presses a kiss on the back of Tyson's head and tells him to shower while he prepares food for them.
"Quick," he says, stepping away with a smack to his butt. "I'm going to need help."
Tyson snickers in that funny way of his. "Okay"
He's stepping on Kai's foot. Brushing more like. Brushing up and down his foot with his own under the table as they eat.
It's awfully distracting.
There are candles on the table. And the river is visible through the sheer wall beside them. The sun had disappeared just a half hour ago and the sky is painted with the colours it left in the air. Pink and deep purple. Woods surround the river and Tyson glances out and gazes at the view often, his feet resting on top of Kai's for a minute.
"Pretty, isn't it?" asks Kai.
"Very" Tyson says in a whimsical tone, chin on his hand. "When did you get this place?"
"The summer before last. Needed a quick retreat."
"Hmm, it's so lovely." His feet start moving again, caressing the sides of Kai's, reaching up his shin. A lot of people had done this with Kai before. A good ten or so girls. But they were always obvious about it. It was awkward. Stunted. Or overly forward.
But Tyson. He does it so naturally. Like him tangling his feet with Kai's is something he does often. So fluid and unhesitant and nonchalant at the same time. He's doing it like he just needs warmth. Like he's just looking for a warm place for his feet. At some point, he locks his toe with Kai's and Kai doesn't let him go and he looks up, meeting his eyes and smiling playfully.
His front teeth slightly peeks over the rest. Why hadn't he noticed that before?
Kai feels heat settling low in his abdomen and licks his lips because they had gone dry. He stabs a dumpling with his chopstick and picks it up, taking a bite of it and chewing slowly. He doesn't feel hungry for food anymore. His appetite has grown for something else.
Something sitting right across from him.
Tyson suddenly retracts his feet from Kai's, sitting up straight and putting his forearms on the table. His collarbones jut out above the low neck of his t shirt. He's wearing a large one, paired with shorts. Kai has a hard time keeping his eyes on his face and not on Tyson's neck.
"I kinda have a lot to study," he says, looking grimly at Kai.
"That is a 'you' problem," says Kai, dismissing him.
"Hey! I did my best, okay? I have been trying my absolute best to keep up. It's just- there's a lot. There is so much and not everyone has a brain the size of a planet."
Kai shrugs, roots for a fish cake in the soup. "Tough shit."
"You're so-" Tyson curses, gnashing his teeth. He steals the cake Kai had fished out from his plate in revenge and eats it.
"What-" he looks at him offended.
Tyson snickers triumphantly.
Kai rolls his eyes. "Whatever" He collects his plates and stands up, done eating. Tyson brings his feet up and sits cross-legged on the chair, watching Kai with a smirk on his face, happy to have pissed him off even slightly.
"I'm going to finish the rest of this on my own," he calls at Kai's back.
There is a lot of food still left on the table.
"I know you will," mutters Kai as he walks to the kitchen.
Kai switches on the news and leaves it on as Tyson finishes up his meal a few feet away, stuffing two dumplings at once into his mouth.
He takes a seat on the couch and checks his phone and sees a missed call from Tala.
He dials back and waits as it rings.
"What happened?" he asks as soon as he answers.
"Uh...I'm not really sure who did it, but one of our bookkeepers have been killed."
"What?" Kai feels his blood run cold. "Who?"
"Mikail. In Kyoto. We lost all the profits from the fights in Kyoto on fifteenth November. His body has just been discovered in the local river. His books are all missing, Kai. He used to keep the odds in the ledgers-"
"Yeah, I know. He was old school." Mikail was one of their oldest punters. That man had been with him them the longest and the worst part was he was an old man too. Kai's hand shakes as he holds the phone.
"This has gone too far, Kai. They're boldly attacking us because we're not striking back hard enough."
Kai almost cancels the weekend to put a full stop to this long-running shit show, but Tyson deserves this. He deserves at least a few happy days with him. "You're right. It's gone too far. Give me a couple days and I'll deal with them. Take care of Mikail's family, Tala. Set up a fund in his name and arrange a funeral quietly. I don't want them to know what happened to him." Ignorance is bliss sometimes. It's best if they thought their father had left them than to learn he was gutted like a pig and thrown in a river. And this way, they won't hate him too much.
"You got it." He hangs up. Kai drops the phone in his lap and sits back, running a hand through his hair. He hasn't even been away for a couple hours and things were already going ass up.
"Dessert?" comes a sweet voice, climbing onto the couch next to him and holding a plate of sugar in front of him.
Kai looks at the blueberry cake, then at Tyson's happy face and wrinkles his nose. "No, thank you," he says with an apologetic smile.
Tyson sits back on his haunches and swipes his finger over the whipped cream at the top, putting it into his mouth and watching Kai watch him eat it.
His eyes are knowing. Too observant and knowing sometimes. "Gruesome shit on the news, eh?" he remarks, lowering the plate to his lap.
Kai glances at the tv, sees something about a father murdering his kid and cocks a dismissive brow. "Nothing new"
Tyson slicks some of the whipped cream on his tongue and leans towards Kai with his mouth open, startling him. "Hm?" he glances at his tongue then at his eyes. "What's this?"
Tyson grins, teeth showing, nose crinkling, yet his mouth is still open. He leans closer. Says, "Kiss me"
Kai feels the smile fall off his face. His eyes falling to his lips. Glossy and red. Cream on his tongue. He touches his cheek, smooths a finger down it, watches his eyelashes flutter at the contact. He presses his thumb in the middle of his bottom lip, where its the juiciest. His bottom teeth show.
He feels his cock growing hard in his sweatpants. Kissing is the least of what he wants to do to him.
He moves forward and kisses him though. Not his lips. But his teeth. The top of his bottom incisors, swipes a tongue over it. The heat of his mouth on his top lip.
Then he sits back and smiles. "There"
Tyson blinks. "What?" The cake on the plate was ruined. He'd accidentally smashed it with his own fingers while Kai was teasing him. "No" He places the cake on the coffee table, fists Kai's shirt in his non-creamy hand and straddles his legs. Settling heavily on Kai's lap. "You don't get to do that," he says, scooting up so his hard dick presses against Kai's stomach and his ass right on top of Kai's cock. "You don't get to tease me."
"Why not? You've been doing that for so long, baby. It's all you do. Drive me nuts. Day in and out. You've been doing it for months."
"So you're going to do the same to me? It's revenge? For something that's not my fault?"
"What's not your fault? Teasing me?"
"Yes. I never did it on purpose. You can't hold it against me. Not when- Not when I'm good now."
"Who told you you're good, baby?"
Tyson pouts. Frowning intensely. "I am."
"No, you're not. You barely make me happy."
Tyson gasps. Hurt. Eyes glistening with tears.
Kai holds his face then as the tears fall on his cheeks and makes them wet. He's so beautiful like this. He sinks back into the couch, spreading his thighs so Tyson fits better over him. He kisses his nose then.
Tyson's fists are on his chest. The whipped cream on his fingers staining Kai's shirt.
His mouth is a small, heartbreaking downward arc as more tears well up. "Is that true? I don't make you happy?"
Kai runs his fingers into his hair, over his scalp, wanting to soothe him. "Not really"
Tyson hiccups. A wet intake of air. His heart is breaking. Kai can see it. "But you can now," Kai says against his parted lips, wanting to fix the damage he'd done. "And you will"
Tyson's tears fall endlessly. In hot wet drops all over Kai's hands and chest. Over himself. Kai kisses his cheeks. His hair. His temple. His forehead as Tyson weeps in his arms. He loops his hands around Kai's neck as he holds him. Kai runs his hands up his shirt. Over his bare back. He's soft and warm.
He cries it out on his shoulder. "You have all the power in the world, baby," Kai tells him, meaning every word. "You're the only one who can make me happy, and you're the only one who ever will."
Tyson sniffles, his tears slowly drying. He sits up straight in Kai's lap, doesn't look at his eyes and scoots close enough so that his lips are touching Kai's. Not kissing him just enough so that their lips are in contact.
He shifts around in Kai's lap till he's sitting on his haunches, both of his legs underneath him and not straddling Kai anymore but fully sitting on him. He tucks his arms between them too and lays his cheek on Kai's chest. Kai reaches around him so he can rub his feet which are peeking out from under him. Holds them in his grip so Tyson can feel like he's hiding well.
He falls asleep like that. Curled up in Kai's arms.
Kai picks him up later, bridal style. He's light as a feather as he carries him to their bed and tucks him in so he can sleep soundly.
He wakes to the sight of Tyson stretching in front of the bedroom window. The sunlight sneaking in through the parted curtains kissing Tyson's bare stomach that's showing under his ridden-up shirt.
Golden belly-button and all exposed. Kai greets him smiling.
"Hi!" says Tyson when he sees him, the shirt falling as he drops his arms. He walks over and climbs on top of the bed. "Slept late last night, didn't you? I know you did."
"Mm" Kai rubs his eyes. "The guys called."
"Why? Did something happen?" he asks.
He opens his eyes. Looks at the ceiling. "One of my men was killed."
Tyson goes silent, sitting up slowly. "Oh my god. I'm so...so sorry," he says softly. "Who?"
"Mikail" he says and hears him gasp quietly.
"I know him, don't I? I've talked to him."
"Yes"
Tyson breathes through his mouth, blinking rapidly. He's holding back tears. Kai immediately reaches out to stroke his hair, tell him it will be okay. That he'll take care of things. "Don't worry about it, baby. I got it."
Tyson looks at him unsurely. Kai cradles his cheek. "This is the last time. They won't get away again."
He nods. Licks his lips. Kai pulls him down by his waist, makes him lie next to him. "This is a no worry zone. These two days. It's for us. We can rip our hairs off when we get back, alright?" That gets a smile out of Tyson. "Till then, you're not allowed to be sad." Kai taps his nose and his smile blooms in full.
"Okay" he says.
"Okay" Kai nods, leans down and kisses him languidly.
They spend the morning in the river after breakfast. Kai unties the boat bobbing by the side and helps Tyson onto it like he's a prince.
"I've never rowed before," he says, grabbing an oar. "Is it easy?"
"Yes. You'll get the hang of it quickly," says Kai, flinging the rope to the side and stepping into the boat.
He does get the hang of it and quicker than Kai thought. And he has more strength in his arms than you'd think they do from the way they look. Lean and smooth. They glisten in the sun as he helps maneuver the boat wearing a sleeveless vest and shorts.
When they're a good way off from the bank and it looks like they're in the middle of the river, Tyson stops rowing, wanting to put his hands in the slow moving water.
"It's so calm and clear," says Tyson, leaning over the boat.
Kai sets the oar aside and watches him stir the water, the sunlight bouncing off the ripples dancing on his face.
"Oh Kai, there's fish!" he exclaims all of a sudden. "Oh damn," he curses, thinking of something.
"Do you want to feed them?"
"Yeah! Do you have something?" He whips around to look at Kai as he opens a box the caretaker had placed under one of the seats in case they wanted to fish. It's full of worms and other bait.
"I got Ukai to ready the boat yesterday since you were coming." He hands him a worm.
Tyson accepts it with a smile, unbothered by the worm, excited to feed the fish. "He's the caretaker of this place?"
"Yeah" Kai watches as Tyson immerses the bait in the water. One of the fish almost pops out of the water to gobble it up greedily, splashing Tyson in the process. "Oh no, they're fighting. I need more." He holds out his hand toward Kai.
The morning passes that way, feeding the fish and then rowing to shallow waters and taking a swim there.
Kai feels Tyson's eyes on him as he strips out of his clothes before diving in the river. Tyson follows soon after, naked chest and legs and skin on display. So much wet skin. Kai splashes him on purpose, annoyed that he's always driving him up a wall.
Tyson gasps as he gets smacked by water. "Why did you do that?" He gets mad and retaliates heavily. Kai swims through the assault to grab him by his waist and force him into a kiss.
He protests against being manhandled, yelping in surprise when he feels his mouth on his and quiets quickly, letting Kai push him against the bank and wraps his arms and legs around him.
Kai bites his lower lip, drawing it out and rolling it between his teeth. Tyson gives a breathy laugh, tonguing at Kai's upper lip, and slowly moving against him under the water. They make out for a while before breaking apart and rowing back towards the cabin where Tyson catches a fish with his bare hands on his way to climbing back on land and enthusiastically shows a very impressed Kai who praises him for it.
"Where did you learn how to cook?"
"Taught myself. Because the other guys are pretty shit at it," he says as he chops up some spring onions and throws it in the pot. Tyson sits a few feet away at the counter on a stool, flipping through an information brochure about the cabin and the surrounding woods he found in one of the drawers in the kitchen.
"You're pretty good."
"I am."
"Tala too."
Kai nods. He can't not agree. "He is" He adds tomatoes in another pan and watches it sizzle in the olive oil.
Tyson reads through the brochure for a while, then slips off the stool to explore around the kitchen some more before rounding back to Kai and standing very close to him.
Kai wonders what he wants.
"I want to help," he says, his breath smelling like the cucumbers Kai has been feeding him for the last two minutes.
He picks out a large cucumber that still needs peeling and hands it to him with a peeler and tells him to strip it off its skin. "Okay"
"Watch your fingers."
"I will."
He does a good job of it, helping Kai. And when it's time to taste, Kai gives him a spoonful of the broth too.
He blows carefully on the hot broth before slurping it from the spoon Kai is holding. Kai feels heat settling in his gut as he watches Tyson taste the food.
"It's good" he says.
"Yeah?"
"Yummy" He licks his lips looking at Kai.
Kai smirks, then turns off the stove and moves to get the plates like his skin is not two degrees hotter than normal right now.
Tyson lays on the rug in front of the TV in the living room, sprawling lazily as some movie plays and he talks to Kai more than watches it.
He puts his feet in Kai's hands and asks him for a massage.
"Gimme. Please," he begs, lower lip pouting, and his shorts hiked high on his thighs, leaving his long legs bare.
Kai's on the floor with him and he has his back resting against the couch. It is 2 p.m in the afternoon. They ate a while ago and Tyson's in rest mode.
He hums and adjusts on the rug as Kai slowly rubs circles on the soles of his feet. He pushes his thumbs in between the balls of his feet, massages him well and good, eyes on his face.
There's bliss on Tyson's features. His mouth is open. His eyes oscillate between Kai's and his hands and what they're doing to him. His own hands lie in loose fists on either side of him on the carpet.
"Oh, there," he says as Kai gets out a knot he didn't know there was. "That feels so good."
"It does?"
"Yeah. Please, do it again," he pleads. His toes twitch when Kai presses at a particular spot. "Oh" he whispers. "So good."
Kai wants to kiss him. He massages his ankles instead.
"Where'd you learn how to do that?" Tyson asks with a sigh.
"Saw a youtube video once. Some chiropractor was doing it. Am I good?"
"Yeah, you're doing great."
Kai applies pressure where Tyson seems to like it for that. Gets a low moan out of him. A few more circles later, Kai moves up to his shin. His calves. Stroking and kneading the flesh in ways that pleases him.
Tyson's muscles loosen up, his eyes growing lidded as he relaxes more and more.
When Kai gets to his knees and caresses him there, he whispers something that sounds like absolute nonsense. He's just blinking and babbling under his breath.
Kai smooths his thumb over the very top of his knees, the beginning of his thighs and Tyson spreads them in response, almost immediately. Opening just a bit. His eyes are half closed now. He's breathing entirely through his mouth and he wants Kai between his legs.
He runs his hands over his soft, golden thighs and Tyson opens up more, spreading them and bending his knees to give him better access. Kai can see the dent in his shorts where he's growing hard. He can imagine him leaking precum already. Tyson's always so sensitive. So very responsive to his touch.
He touches his lips to his thigh then, just above his knee. Hears Tyson hum in reaction. He places soft kisses up the inside of his thigh all the way to where the shorts have bunched up in between. Tyson opens his eyes and looks at him when he stops.
Kai meets his eyes, looking at him from beneath his lashes. Kai smooths his hands over his thighs once more, spreading his fingers to feel as much of him as possible at once. Tyson bites his lip. His shorts are fully tented now. He reaches down to hook his fingers into the waistband of his shorts and ease them down. Kai helps him take it off. It's only when he places it to the side he notices that Tyson was bare underneath. Fully exposed from waist down before Kai now.
His cheeks have a pink flush to them as he looks at Kai. He's still for a couple moments before he pulls down his t shirt to cover himself. His cock and balls. Covers it up so Kai can't see. Then he pokes at him with his toe and urges to continue. Kai acquiesces, lavishing kisses upon his thighs. Inner, outer, everywhere he can reach that is not hidden away by the shirt. Then he glances at Tyson, locks gazes and makes sure not to break it as he touches him, above the shirt. Gently placing his palm on the bulge between his legs and squeezes. Tyson gives a choked cry.
His fingers lose their grip and he moves his hands back up above his head. Watches with furrowed brows and pink cheeks as Kai lifts the t shirt and reveals him. He bends his knees at the same time Kai takes holds of his thighs, fingers hungrily digging into the flesh. Kai tastes his balls. Kisses his perineum. Makes love to his cock.
Tyson brings one hand down to sink his fingers into Kai's hair as he takes him in his mouth and pleasures him with his tongue. A string of moans and sighs leave his mouth, and he sounds so gorgeous. So sweet and sinful as he cries out beneath him. Kai takes him as far back as he can into his throat and Tyson's thighs shake, quivering in his grip.
Kai kisses his shaft, sucks the tip, presses down on the slit and listens to him lose it. He likes it best at the head he realizes. So he wraps a hand around the tip and squeezes. Gives him a few firm strokes before twisting his hand around the head of his cock and making him choke. He bucks and throws his head back at Kai's ministrations. So sensitive. So vulnerable. Kai ravages him. Spoils his cock with so much attention he is spent and ruined by the time Kai is done with him.
His thighs tremble with aftershocks as Kai finally draws away, satisfied with what he'd done. Tyson looks at him in awe, like he can't believe what just happened. What he'd experienced. Kai tells him he was good.
"What?" he asks, lips slick and red.
"You did good, baby," he says, looking at him as he is spread on the rug, feet on the floor, knees bent, ass pressing against the fibers of the rug, and his shirt clutched in his fist. "You did good."
Tyson blinks, taking a minute to process, then he flushes under the praise some more as if that was even possible.
Kai wakes him up with kisses late in the night. Tyson rolls into his arms sleepily, hugging Kai and resting his cheek in the crook of his neck.
"Sleepy baby"
"Mmm"
Kai turns the lamp on bright enough till the room is washed in a soft yellow glow. "Tired?"
"Mmm"
"Yes?"
"Mm!"
"No?"
He feels a hot breath on his neck as Tyson exhales, props himself up on his elbows and rubs his eyes. He's pouting.
"Are you mad I woke you?" asks Kai, caressing his hair.
"No, it's okay," says Tyson, moving his hands away and coming up for a kiss, pressing his soft, sleep-warm lips against Kai's.
Kai sucks his bottom lip in and kisses him hungrily. "You're hard," Tyson notes.
"I hadn't noticed," says Kai, rolling over Tyson.
"Heh, liar," Tyson says as Kai pins his wrists above his head and holds him down with one hand as they kiss. "That's why you woke me up. Want me to help?"
"Shhh" Kai shuts him up, immersing him into the kiss so he doesn't speak anymore. When he starts moaning, Kai strips him. Peels off all his clothes off his body one by one till he's completely naked and exposed in front of him.
Tyson exhales shakily as Kai kisses his neck, sucking and biting hard enough to leave marks on him. Litters them all over him like flowers. And his skin bruises easily, turning bright red and purple in seconds.
"That kinda hurts," he says somewhere in the middle, but his voice sounds lost, dreamy and far away.
"Sorry,' Kai apologizes, places gentle presses of his lips on his. "Want me to stop?" he asks in a quiet whisper.
"No" Tyson shakes his head, touching Kai's hair that had fallen before his eyes. "It's okay"
Kai licks into his mouth, kisses him till they both feel like they're drunk on it. He feels down his arms, running his hands down his supple skin, teases his nipples, presses his thumbs into the valley below his ribcage, slides them over his taut stomach, concave under his touch. A smooth dip from his chest to his hips. Kai palms down it, reveling in the feel of the smooth skin, and the soft flesh.
Tyson breathes through his nose, trying to calm himself. Wanting to last, wanting to be good for Kai. His features are all already debauched. Eyes drunk. Lips red as if he's painted them with crushed roses.
Kai touches him unabashedly, running his hands all over him that Tyson feels cold and unnatural without him. He grips his wrists, bites into them. Slides his hand around Tyson's jaw and tilts his head to the side so he can brand his neck with his teeth and tongue. Tyson sighs, closes his eyes and loses himself as Kai ravages his throat, leaving almost no inch of it untainted.
Tyson turns over, onto his pretty stomach, baring his beautiful unblemished back to Kai. He feels over it slowly, tentatively, taking his time with it. Tyson shivers under him as Kai languidly reaches toward his ankle, picks his foot up and gives him gentle rubs. He makes a soft noise of pleasure, resting his cheek on his hands and making himself comfortable on the bed. He's doing so good. He's gotten so much better at being patient. Kai wants to tell him, but he doesn't. Doesn't want to draw him out of wherever heaven he is in right now.
He drops a kiss there. On the skin right below his ankle, breathes him in. He smells good. He smells good everywhere. He smooths a hand down his leg, kneads into the flesh at his calf, finds Tyson subtly grinding his hips into the mattress. Looking for friction. Kai bends down and bites at the back of his thigh, a little above where his leg bends. Sees his butt clench in response. The muscles shifting under his skin. Kai grazes his fingers over him, barely touching, but it raises goosebumps on his ass.
Kai climbs on top of him, sinks his knee on either side of him and without putting his weight on him he leans forward and kisses Tyson's nape.
He has a very pretty nape. The line where his hair cuts off so neat. He places two to three kisses there and one on his cheek when he sees him smiling. "Having fun?" he murmurs into his ear.
Tyson hums, smile growing.
"Pretty baby, are you?"
Tyson grinds his hips into the bed in a knee-jerk reaction, reaches behind him for Kai and seals their lips together, tongues winding and melding. Kai feels his dick growing painfully hard in his boxers. It's fucking uncomfortable.
He breaks away from Tyson, and begins kissing down his spine as he lays back again.
He presses sot kisses. Gentle brushes of his lips against his back. Tyson slightly arches under the sensation. When Kai reaches the bottom of his spine, where he has two dimples on either side of it, he makes sure to give attention to each one before moving lower and brushing his lips against the top of his ass.
He is buttery smooth and there are goosebumps all over him as Kai riddles him with kisses. One after another he places them on the separation between his ass cheeks. He is so well rounded. So full and high and tight.
Kai remembers the first time he set eyes on his ass and almost froze in place at how perfect it was.
How perfect he was.
He kisses him now and he can't think of looking twice at anyone else ever again.
He gives him small bites, where he's the fullest. Tyson's toes are in the air now, he's helplessly moving against the mattress and reaching behind him to grab Kai's hair.
He sees him biting the pillow when Kai sucks the flesh of his ass into his mouth. Kai grabs hold of his foot then, the one in the air. He grips it as he laves with his tongue and leaves marks with his teeth on Tyson. Doing nothing short of eating him.
Tyson's completely covered in Kai's spit when he pulls away after what seems like ages. Some of it leaking down to his crack and slipping in between his thighs.
Kai kneads his fingers into his flesh, watches as it slides through his palm because of the lack of friction. He takes handfuls of his ass and his hair and massages him well before giving him a tight smack and making him cry out.
"Shh" Kai leans over him immediately, pressing a kiss into his cheek. "Did that hurt?"
"Mmm" Tyson moans. He looks close to tears.
"I'm sorry"
"No" Tyson breathes, pulling Kai closer. "Do it again." He takes his hand and places it on his hip. "Do it again. Hit me."
"I'm not hitting you."
"No, do what you did earlier." Tyson pulls him hard enough to draw him on top of him.
"But it hurt, didn't it?" he whispers into his ear, caressing him with his mouth.
"It's okay. I liked it," says Tyson. His cheeks are red. Filled with blood. Kai feels something in his chest. He presses a soft kiss to his face. To his ear. To his nape. Gives him so many kisses Tyson feels like he's covered in love.
Kai drags his hands down Tyson's body. His back. His legs. He gives his ass a firm squeeze. Places a kiss on top of it like a bow on a present.
Then gives Tyson what he wanted. Reddens him up till his ass is two shades crimson than the rest of him. He realizes that Tyson likes pain. Gets off on it. The right amount of it is like a drug to him. And Kai is good at giving people what they want in bed and Tyson. Tyson is so expressive, so easy to read that Kai can play him like an instrument without much effort.
When it's done, and the sheets are a sticky mess, and Tyson is about to pass out, Kai leaves him on the bed to get warm towels and ointments. Ointments to help with the rawness or Tyson might wake with his skin screaming tomorrow. He can't risk that. He's not going to leave him in pain. Kai cleans him up, changes the sheets, slathers cream over his sensitive skin and places a soft dry towel on him instead of a blanket. Tyson, having fallen asleep a while ago, wakes up the next morning happy and bright-eyed, no idea why what he asked Kai to do last night didn't end up with him being unable to sit for the next few days.
"What are you going to do on Christmas?" asks Tyson, biting off a piece of bacon. "The holidays are almost here." He's in a sleeveless white t shirt and trunks, wispy brown hair in a tousled mess on top of his head.
Kai chews on his egg and bread sandwich, taking his time swallowing it. "Wyatt invited me to the family gathering on Christmas eve." He licks a crumb off his lip, frowning as he dips the sandwich in some fresh cream. "But I'm not going."
"A family gathering? Without-"
"Without my grandfather, yes. It's the first one they're going to have after…the graduation party."
Tyson munches thoughtfully on the bacon strip. "So why won't you go?"
Kai shrugs. "Just don't want to. I have better ways of spending my time."
"You said you've never seen them. Your cousins. The newborn twins. And I'm sure your mother misses you."
He snorts derogatorily, dismissing that statement, absently twirling the fork over the salad.
"They're your parents, Kai. They won't always be around. They're the closest people you have."
"They're not-"
"By blood"
"Blood means nothing, Tyson," a little bit of venom slips out in his words and he regrets it so he says the next words in a calmer tone. "Absolutely nothing."
He's quiet for a second, then he says, "Your mother misses you. I've seen the missed calls on your phone, Kai. You don't even talk to her but she calls all the time.
Kai clenches his jaw. He's already set his mind on not going, but Tyson's voice is a note too soft, and Kai can't completely shut him out. He never really can. In the end he says, "I'll think about it."
Tyson smiles.
It's all on him. His neck is a constellation of hickeys. Kai notices it in the brightly lit kitchen as Tyson's moving around it, washing the dishes, drying them and putting them away. There's a couple of marks on his nape even. There are some on hipbones. A few on his wrists and forearms and biceps. He looks well cared for.
"What?" he asks when he notices him staring.
"Nothing" says Kai, setting his empty cup of coffee down on the counter.
He raises his brows and continues what he was doing.
Kai watches him for a moment then asks," How're you feeling?"
"I'm good," says Tyson, nodding. "Yeah, I'm good." He has his back turned to Kai as he puts the last of the dishes away, then he says, "Actually," he turns around, "I feel better than that." He flushes all of a sudden, putting his hands behind his head and pressing down on his own nape. He's seen Tyson do that before when he was trying to fight the feeling of embarrassment or shyness.
Kai narrows his eyes at him, wondering what he's hinting at because he's clearly hinting at something. Then it dawns on him. "Oh" he says, "Oh you can…still feel it."
Tyson turns a deeper shade of red before he gives a sharp nod, a small smile on his lips. The balm must have been enough to soothe his skin but it likely left a small sensation behind. His sensitivity must have been heightened. Skin not hurting anymore, but tingly.
He spins on his heel and makes to go, but Kai reaches out quickly and holds his wrist, stopping him. "Wait" he says, pulling him back. He turns his hand around, looks at the bruised skin on his wrist. He feels something stir inside him as he softly grazes it with a thumb. "Looks nice," he says, looking at his wrist, then up his arm, at the other marks he'd left. Tyson inhales quietly through his nose.
Kai kisses his neck. Long and lingering, just feeling the softness of his skin there and breathing him in. His scent is the strongest around his collarbones. "I can make you feel better, baby," he whispers against his skin. "Would you want me to?"
Tyson's eyelashes flutter. He turns his chin towards Kai a fraction. "Better? Better than last night?" Kai hears a hint of doubt in the question.
"So much better," whispers Kai.
The look on Tyson's face is dubious, like he can't quite fathom how it can get any better, but he also looks turned on and curious.
"Do you trust me?" asks Kai.
Tyson nods and Kai notes how delicate his chin is. He places a kiss on his jaw, making him close his eyes for a second. He draws him fully into his arms then, showering him with kisses.
"When are we going home? Today or tomorrow?" asks Kai, leaning against the counter.
Tyson looks surprised. He's in Kai's space, all wide-eyed. "But you said…"
"We can do that at home too," assures Kai.
"But I like it better here. Just us."
"Okay. What are we going to do about that 4000 page textbook you have yet to read though?"
He leans back, thinking. "I'll skip class tomorrow and study."
That's not going to do him much good, thinks Kai. "I'll help you," he volunteers, that way Tyson might actually learn something.
He grins sweetly, his two front teeth peeking out. "Thank you" he says, giving Kai a quick peck on his lips. Kai catches him then, picks him up as he protests weakly and throws him on the sofa.
"Stop!"
The mid-morning sunlight is warm and beautiful as it slants into the cabin through the wide windows. They're all open, the white curtains billowing. A gentle breeze blowing through the space, ruffling the leaves of the potted plants in the room.
Tyson's giggles are loud and crystal clear, chiming like bells in the air as Kai tackles him and places kisses on him on the couch. He pretends to fight, trying to throw him off in vain as Kai tastes the love bites he'd left on his throat last night. He pulls away, neck straining as he attempts to squirm out of reach. Kai arrests his wrists in his grip and holds them down on the cushion and kisses him till he submits.
"Ow" says Tyson, pouting. His legs are around Kai's hips. "I think you hit my nose."
"Did I?" He pecks him on the tip of it. "Sorry." Before making out with him some more. Kai doesn't have to grip him with both his hands or as hard as he does. It's leaving prints on him. But Tyson mentions nothing of it. His fingers laying slack in Kai's hold.
"Mmm why do you smell so good?"
"I smell good?"
"You always do."
Tyson laughs through his nose. "Must be my shampoo." He takes a breath as Kai buries his nose in his collarbone and inhales deeply, filling his lungs with his scent.
"It tickles," he says.
"What does?"
"When you do that." He brings his hand to his own throat when Kai lets go to show him. "Tickles my neck."
"Yeah?"
He bites his lower lip. Nods. "Mm"
Kai brushes his thumbs across the thin skin of his wrists. Sees the way they have coloured in his grip. Grazes his fingers lightly down his arm, to his torso. Traces the curve of him from chest to abdomen over his yellow shirt as Tyson arches under him. Like a magnet attracted to his touch. There's some stupid print on his shirt in bold rainbow letters. 'Carnival' it reads.
Kai squeezes his hip and Tyson exhales softly. He slips a thumb under his shirt and touches the heated skin right above the waistband of his shorts. Draws circles there. Makes Tyson's breath shaky.
He presses a soft kiss to his belly through his Carnival shirt and buries his nose in the hollow of his ribcage.
Tyson cards his fingers into Kai's hair, stroking comfortingly.
They stay like that for a minute. Then Kai silently rolls Tyson's shirt up, exposing his stomach. Kisses him again. His bare skin this time. Nuzzles his face there. For so long that Tyson starts squirming uncomfortably, unintentionally nudging Kai lower. To where he wants him.
Kai bites into the soft flesh of his abdomen. Below his belly button where there's a faint line leading into his shorts. Tyson bends his knees, impatient and wanting more. Kai kisses down the line and sits back on his haunches to help Tyson remove his shorts. Peels his underwear and shirt off of him too, stripping his bare.
He looks so good like that on the couch. Spread out naked and aroused. So much smooth skin. All for Kai's taking.
He picks his foot up, places a kiss on its side, on his ankle, makes his way up to his inner thigh and lavishes attention on the crease between his thigh and hip. Tyson moans, lightly moving against him, his hand is in Kai's hair. He's already making soft noises. Beautiful and kittenish.
Kai sucks his balls into his mouth, listens to him keen and cry out. He massages his thighs with his hands as he does something of the same with his mouth to Tyson's balls.
He lets up when Tyson can't take it anymore and brushes a soft kiss to his perineum, folding his legs back, and pushing them higher towards his chest so more of him is exposed. He is so beautiful. Every part of him irresistible. He makes Tyson hug his arms around his own thighs so he has his hands free. He touches around the ring of muscle denying Kai access to Tyson's body.
He can hear his uneven breathing, hitching whenever Kai moves his fingers closer to his hole. Oh he remembers. He remembers what happened in Dubai. How good that felt. To test him, Kai grazes the pad of his finger against his entrance once and Tyson gasps, all his muscles clenching.
Kai pulls away, giving a light caress to his butt.
"Why'd you stop?" comes a petulant whine. He can be demanding when he wants to. Kai spoils him a bit too much.
"Let me get something so it's easier, baby."
Tyson lets go of his legs as Kai moves to pull out the drawer under the sofa. He rests one foot right on Kai's shoulder. "And it's in the sofa?" he asks.
"Yeah" There are lots of things in the drawer and they're all new. He bought it for the brat on the couch but Tyson props himself on an elbow and narrows his eyes immediately when he sees what's inside.
"Why the fuck are you keeping all of this under the couch?"
"Can you…" Kai looks over his shoulder. "Can you take your foot off my shoulder?"
He's still giving him the stink eye but he takes his foot away. Sets it on the cushion next to Kai's thigh instead. "What is all of this for?" he asks again, angrier this time.
Kai takes out a lubricant and straightens. He doesn't shut the drawer. He'll be returning to it again. "It's for you," he says.
Tyson's eyes go big. He's ridiculous and adorable at the same time. The look on his face is horrified and offended. "For me? What are you going to do to me?"
Kai leans down and kisses his lips. He's soft. So soft. Fragile. "Nothing. Just going to open you up, hm?"
Tyson looks unsure for a second, then he nods. Kai kisses him again.
"Do you want that?" Kai asks.
"Hmm"
"Want me to make you feel good?"
"Yes" Tyson breathes. Kai pecks him one more time before sitting back and nudging Tyson's feet apart. He raises his right leg and sets it on Kai's shoulder, smiling cheekily. Kai's mildly annoyed but Tyson seems to like it so he lets him.
He scoots forward and slicks his fingers with the lube. Shuts the bottle and throws it to the corner. Then he leans over Tyson and seals their lips together as he slips his hand between his legs.
"Mm!"
"Is it cold?"
"No"
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I..it's surprising. Strange."
"I know" He continues to kiss him as he circles around his rim. He's clenched shut. It takes a while for him to even slightly ease up. Get used to the sensation and welcome it. He welcomes the intrusion when Kai slips a digit inside of him, gasping softly against his lips and responding eagerly. Asking for more. To touch him deeper.
Kai slides into the first knuckle, then the second. Tyson spreads underneath him and pulls him closer, winding his legs around his waist and setting his feet on his lower back. "More" he whispers.
Kai's almost into the third knuckle, fully pressed inside of him when he curls it a bit. Applies pressure to a spot inside his walls that feel different from the other regions.
The response is immediate and high. Tyson almost scratches Kai's skin off when it hits him. Nails digging into his back through his thin shirt and letting out a cry that goes straight into Kai's mouth.
"There?"
He gets nothing but a helpless whimper in reply. Kai presses against it again and Tyson starts to make all kinds of noises. He sees a tear threatening to fall in the corner of his closed eyes. He's trying to hide his face in the cushions, turning away from Kai, but his fingers have a death grip on his shoulders.
His walls squeeze harder around Kai and he knows that he's not slipping in there anytime soon.
"Baby?"
"Mmm"
"Baby?"
He can't see his face. He's hiding between the cushions on the couch. Kai tries to push them away but he only burrows more and he doesn't want him to pull too far away so he lets him stay like that.
He's not letting Kai go however. He's clamped onto him.
"Another finger, baby?" he asks against his jaw. "Can you take one more?"
"Mm" He nods behind the cushions making them move.
But how?
"You're…" Tight. God he's so fucking tight. There is no way. He rubs him slowly, the way he seems to like for another ten to fifteen or twenty minutes. Kai is losing track of time but he's besotted with Tyson so it means nothing. When he loosens up a bit and he eagerly asks for another finger, to stretch him wider, Kai complies. Slips another one in and pulls him away from the cushions and against his chest again. Winds his free arm around his shoulders so they're hugging. Kai's face in Tyson's neck and Tyson's soft mewling in his ear.
His toes curl where they're in the air. He kicks at nothing sometimes and Kai's so glad that it's not him that he's kicking when he's overstimulated. He kisses his lips red. Till they're swollen and tasting like Kai.
Tyson stares at Kai, into his eyes, his mouth falling open as Kai works his fingers inside of him. "That feels so good," he says, dreamy voice, lost voice. Eyes dark, pupils blown. His lashes are brown and long. His lips are cherry red and full. He looks unearthly. Like something from another world with his cheeks naturally tinted and his irises glowing, stars are sparkling in them.
You feel so good, thinks Kai. He wonders how he'll feel around him. Like nothing he'd ever felt before. He's warm and pillowy and slick. He feels so amazing just around his fingers. He can't imagine how good it'd be around his dick.
He covers his mouth with his, fucks him with his tongue and his fingers for so long his arm and jaw start aching.
"Can I come now?" Tyson pleads in a broken voice when he's at the very edge.
And Kai tells him he can. He lets him come and his orgasm hits him so beautifully. He clenches around him, curls and holds onto Kai, lube dripping out of his hole, Kai's fingers buried deep deep within him.
"Can you wear something for me, baby?" Kai asks him softly afterward.
"What?" asks Tyson, weak and spent, his moves lethargic.
Kai takes a few beads out of the drawer and lets Tyson examine it.
"What is it?"
"It's for you to use. So you won't close up again."
"Will it feel good?"
"Mhm"
"Okay"
Kai kisses his baby on his forehead.
He receives the call at 6 in the evening, the sun setting behind the woods colouring the sky in shades of pink and orange. Birds flying back to their nests, their calls haunting and ominous as he answers his cell.
"There was another attack. Six of our men in Osaka were murdered while the fights were going on. The audience didn't even know. They stole everything, Kai. All of the profits from Osaka last night."
"The men?" Kai asks in a detached voice. "They're all gone?"
"All of them. Throats slit open and bodies dumped together in a storage room in the back."
He nods silently, accepting the news like needles on his skin. "Bury them properly, Tala."
"And the families?"
"Tell them. We don't have another choice."
"Fuck" he curses, his breath a hiss through the speakers. "This is our fault. It's all on us."
Kai disagrees. No. "It's mine"
Bookkeepers and security. Kai looks through the names of the men he'd lost and the info on their families on his phone with a shard lodged in his gut. Not a single one of them deserved it. They were all good people. They were nothing but casualties.
Kai doesn't deal well with casualties. It makes him feel sick. Nothing torments him worse than innocent people being killed as a pawn in a game he was playing, whether willingly or not.
This could have been avoided if he'd stepped up sooner. Or may be not. He doesn't know, but he should have done better. Protected them better.
He takes out a cigarette and smokes it on the patio. Part of him wants to press the burning end of the cigarette into his palm.
Running away from the pain in his heart isn't going to solve his problems though, is it?
The families will have to be compensated. Kai will check up on them regularly to make sure they're not in need of anything. But he couldn't give the parent back could he? Couldn't do anything to fill that void Kai had indirectly carved into their lives. The smoke burns in his lungs. Kai exhales slowly. Tapping his foot on the floor. Flicking the ash into a tray built into the table and trying to find some sort of peace in the monotonic action.
The sky grows dark overhead. Time passing without him knowing. The light comes on inside the cabin, Tyson spreading his books on the dinner table next to the wide window and sitting down to study. Kai leans his head back and closes his eyes, focusing on his breathing.
The thoughts quieten after many hours. Kai feels exhausted by then. He slides the glass door open and heads inside, wanting to get something inside his empty stomach.
Tyson's nowhere in the living room by then. His textbooks have been closed. His pens sitting idly next to them. Kai doesn't call for him. He eats his dinner quietly and systematically. Cleans the dishes and puts them away. The plate next to his looks like it was recently rinsed.
Tyson had already ate.
Kai opens the refrigerator and fills a tall glass with cold orange juice. He takes his time downing it. Leaning against the counter, eyes on his phone, looking out for new texts or calls.
Any info on the families. Are they cursing him and his entire existence? Wishing for him to drop dead? He drinks his juice. No more messages come through except for one from Sergei telling him tonight's fights all went well.
He rinses out the glass, sets it face down on the counter to dry and pockets his phone, quietly walking out of the kitchen and heads toward the bedroom.
The curtains have been drawn, the blankets have been pulled back. Tyson's standing near it, rolling a pair of socks, his hair wet and the room smelling like his shower gel.
"You took a bath?" asks Kai.
"Mhm" Tyson looks and smiles at him, before walking towards the wardrobe and placing the socks inside.
"Have you had your dinner?"
"Yep" he replies softly. "You um…are you okay?" he asks then, after closing the wardrobe.
Kai nods quietly, still standing in the doorway.
"I didn't come out to the patio because I didn't want to disturb you," he says, fidgeting with his hands. "You looked like you needed space."
Kai gives another nod.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
He considers it, then shakes his head. Not right now. Tomorrow he will tell him. Just not tonight. He doesn't have the energy to fill him in on the details right now.
"It's okay" says Tyson. "On your own time."
Kai looks at him then, properly looking at him for the first time since that evening. The tacit support and understanding he was giving him. He feels warmth flooding into his chest and he walks inside the room and closes the door behind him.
Tyson smiles as Kai comes near him and kisses him.
"You alright?" he asks, slightly pulling away, caressing his hair, holding him like he's a priceless jewel.
"Yeah" says Tyson, still smiling. "I'm great."
"Sorry for ignoring you," Kai whispers.
"No, no. It's okay. It's fine. You needed time to yourself. You're here now."
Kai kisses him, drawing him closer and inhaling his comforting scent. They kiss for a long time till Kai feels the effects of the call fading away and the static in his brain being replaced by blissful silence. Till the thoughts of the victims disappear, and is taken over by the feel of Tyson's lips and skin against his own. Till feelings of comfort turn to want and lust.
Tyson's waist fits snugly in Kai's arm. His mouth tasting like the fruits and sweets he ate. Kai sucks on his tongue, hears him moan. No, whine. He's whining. He's uncharacteristically horny. His cock hard between his legs already. And Kai distantly wonders why before he recalls what he made Tyson wear.
He pulls away, looking at his kiss-drugged features. "Are you still wearing it?" asks Kai, feeling his breath catch in his lungs.
Tyson's fist is curled around Kai's shirt collar. He looks nervous. And shy. "Yes" he says, and the desperation he'd been keeping hidden away all day finally surfaces.
The change is immediate. His face turning a shade of powdery pink in all the places people had to spend hours to get the right amount of blush on to make themselves look pretty. It's natural for him. His brow furrows with effort of holding himself back. He appears almost in pain because of how much he wants it. His eyes are slightly wet, the dark shimmery chocolate of his irises rich and deep.
He's in agony.
Kai's been denying him pleasure for an awful amount of time. He'd almost completely forgotten about the beads. Made him wear them and then neglected him.
Kai takes his face in his hands gingerly. Cups him like he's the most precious thing in the world. A tear slips free of his left eye and runs down the bridge of his nose.
"Oh baby," murmurs Kai, feeling heat curling low in his gut. He almost feels bad for doing this to him.
He draws him closer, hugging him. His lips brush against his hair. Shampoo is in his lungs. Kai notices that Tyson's shaking slightly in his arms. Trembling in silence. Tyson reaches up, winds his arms around Kai's neck and embraces him tightly. Kai thinks he hears a sob as he does so. He must be suffering. Every small movement driving him insane. "Shh" Kai murmurs against his hair, stroking his sides. "I'm here now. I'm here."
He hears him make a soft broken sound. He can feel him trying to hold back but he's pressing his hard length against Kai's stomach, lightly grinding against him, yearning for friction.
Kai pulls him toward the bed, sits on the foot of the bed and makes him straddle his lap. Tyson does so with a hiss and begins kissing Kai, his hips start moving in his lap, deriving pleasure from the feel of the beads moving against his walls.
Kai holds his waist, stops him. "Undress for me, baby," he says.
Tyson makes a small noise of dissent. He doesn't want to.
"You want to be good for me, don't you?" asks Kai.
"Yes" he replies in an exhale and his whole body trembles with the effort.
"Then be good and undress."
Tyson nods jerkily. "Okay"
He climbs off of him slowly, discards his shirt and shorts, and returns to Kai's arms.
"Can you take mine off too?" he whispers into his ear.
"How long-?" he starts with a whine.
"Tyson" he warns him, making him stop.
"Okay, I'll be good. I'll be good for you." He obeys, moving away slowly, standing on shaky legs. He tugs at Kai's shirt. "Put your arms up," he says in a soft voice.
Kai does so, letting him slide the material off of him. He gets to his feet to get rid of the rest of the articles before sitting back and Tyson joins him.
"On the bed, baby," he instructs softly, brushing his hands over his naked hips. "Lie down on your back."
Tyson looks upset, but he crawls over and lies down with a surprised cry when the beads move inside of him.
"Impatient, aren't you?" asks Kai, climbing over him.
He gets a needy whimper in response.
"This is how you made me feel, baby," he says. "This is what you did to me for months."
Tyson shakes his head. "Wasn't my fault."
"It wasn't?"
"No"
"Okay" Kai looks at him and Tyson's eyes dart all over him, trying to gauge what he's thinking. And then fear enters his eyes. Panic that Kai would stop touching him.
Kai reaches down, slowly wraps a hand around his own cock and drags it along Tyson's stomach. He shivers. Lashes fluttering in a frenzy.
"Are you clenching?" he asks in a whisper.
Tyson nods haltingly.
"You can't do that when I'm inside you, baby."
"Why not-"
"Don't do that," he warns again, rubbing the head of his cock from Tyson's belly button to his pelvis, back and forth. His hips jerk in reaction. "Promise me."
Tyson shakes his head. Troubled. Touching Kai's shoulder with his fingertips. "I can't promise you that."
Kai clenches his jaw. Then says, "Okay." Places kisses on his hairline. Tyson makes a soft noise of worry. Like he's preparing himself for Kai to punish him in some form for that later. And he will. Tyson knows Kai's rules. Knows that though he doesn't have many he sticks to the few he has without exceptions.
"Spread your legs for me, baby."
He listens to that, doing so easily and with a sigh of relief. Knowing that they're getting there. That he doesn't have to wait for long to feel good.
Kai closes his eyes. Reaches his hand down between his legs, and gently prods along his entrance.
Tyson flushes a deep burgundy. He lets out a loud sigh, and clasps onto Kai's shoulders, hiking his knees up higher as Kai reaches toward the plug of the beads he'd made him wear and grips it between his fingers.
He bites Kai's lower lip harshly, scrunching up his eyebrows and moving under Kai. Thrusting into the air, and folding himself further so Kai has better access.
He presses his mouth against Kai's ear, spreading his hands along his back and embracing him closer. Kai kisses his neck. Wanting to make him happy. Wanting to give him nothing but euphoria if he can. He presses his lips against his forehead and gently pulls out the beads. One at a time. Tyson lets out a broken cry with each one and Kai nuzzles his neck, attempting to soothe him. It'll be over soon, baby, he wants to tell him. You won't have to wait any longer.
He pushes the beads back in a few times, meets friction along the way. They need more lube. Kai goes to get it. Tyson clamps onto his wrist and doesn't let go as Kai rummages through the drawer under the bed with one hand.
When he has it, he dribbles some on the beads and massages Tyson with it so he's prepped thoroughly. He almost comes right then. But he holds on through sheer will, wanting to please Kai. But in the end he says "Enough. I can't. Please."
He digs his heels into the mattress. Kai doesn't tease him anymore. He pulls the beads out fully, slicks some more lube into him and kisses him well.
"Okay?" asks Kai, pecking each one of his flushed cheeks.
"Yeah" says Tyson, bright-eyed because they've finally gotten there. His torture ends soon.
Kai lines himself up with his entrance and Tyson's knees fall apart further. Wanting to accommodate him as well as he can. He touches his shoulders. Bites his lip in anxiousness, blush sitting high on his cheekbones. His hair is all messed up and fanning out behind him on the pillow. His eyes are hooded but there's expectation in them. Lust. Curiosity. Faith. A lot of faith.
Kai leans down and gives him another quick kiss on his forehead. Tyson giggles.
"You keep doing that," he says.
"I know"
"Why?"
"I love you"
Tyson gasps. Kai enters him. Their mouths fall open together. Tyson's cheeks colour deeper. Kai presses in further unable to think further than how good he feels. He's so unbelievably hot and tight and perfect it's insane.
The beads and the lube and prep had helped because he can slide in with barely any obstruction. His lips brush against Tyson's temple when he's fully inside him.
"Kai" he calls him breathily.
"Yeah?" he answers, all air. Barely able to make any real sound.
"I can feel you," he whispers into his neck, and Kai closes his eyes, circling his arms around Tyson's head and gathering him close. He's wanted to hear that.
Tyson seeks blindly for Kai's fingers, and Kai grabs them. Takes his wrists in his hands and presses them on the mattress, breathing as calmly as he can when it feels like he's buried in bliss.
Tyson shifts his legs around him, trying to adjust, get comfortable. They breathe like that.
"You okay?"
"Yeah" Kai feels Tyson twitch around his base.
"Good?"
"Mhm"
Kai rises up to elbows to see Tyson breathe through his nose. Cheeks and lips redder than ever but oh so beautiful.
They kiss. Tyson begs Kai to move and so he does, slowly. Careful not to hurt him. To the sounds of his gasps and sighs. He raises himself up on his hands and holds down Tyson's wrists above his head while fucking into him, the sound of the lube squelching punctuating his movements.
Tyson throws his head back slightly, jaw raised in the air as Kai rolls his hips languidly.
It takes time.
He takes so much time.
Minutes tick by. Sweat begins to trickle down both of their bodies. Tyson furrows his brows, trying to hold back from fucking up and taking what he wants.
After what seems like forever, Kai lets go of his hands, moves back to sit on his haunches and pulls Tyson up by his waist. He lies there, on the bed, arched from where his head and upper back is on the mattress and the rest of him is in the air, held up by Kai, his legs on either side of Kai's.
He leans back with a moan then, reaching above him to hold onto the railings on the bedpost as Kai slowly picks up the pace.
He tries to wrap a hand around his dick once or twice, but Kai swats him away, wanting to make him come on his cock alone.
An hour or so after the first time Kai crossed into the bedroom that evening Tyson comes, crying out as the orgasm hits him like an acid trip. Making the most beautiful sounds and saying nonsense after. Kai picks him up, pulls him into his lap and gives him deep kisses before asking him to go on his fours.
Tyson complies. He lays his head on the pillow, cheek mushed and ass in the air. And Kai caresses him gently till he is hard and asking for more again.
He presses kisses onto the bottom of his spine. Takes his cheeks into his hands and licks along his crease. Right next to where he's open and begging for him.
He places kisses on his hole. On his pretty pink, needy, clenching hole. He wants to stretch it out. He wants to see him crying on his cock. But he takes his time. He takes his time because he had wanted him for months. Yearned for him longer than he has for anyone.
Doesn't want to have his fill right away, and wants to savour it, but Tyson pushes back onto his fingers. His tongue. Asking for anything. Ready to accept anything he gives him. Desperate.
Kai gives him his cock. Slides in one smooth motion and makes him keen. He spams around him, clawing greedily at the sheets. Kai pushes him into the pillows, further and further with each thrust. He cries, louder and louder as his thrusts gain more force.
He pants into the pillows, sheets about to tear in his fingers, as Kai slows down, gently rolling his hips against him in circles, stretching him out with his dick. Tyson reaches back, at some point, tries to grab Kai's hand. Kai holds his fingers for a minute, pumping slowly in and out, making him let out a low whimper and his toes curl.
He screams in frustration then, wanting him to fuck him harder. To stop messing with him. And it's fascinating to watch him lose his mind because he is never this impatient outside of the bedroom. He's never seen him like this before. Getting mad at Kai for not giving him more when he wants it.
Kai gathers his hands then, grabs him by his wrists, pulling his arms behind him and forces his face into the pillow, shutting him up with a hard snap of his hips.
He likes it.
He basks in it.
He sets his feet up neatly behind him, keeping his knees close, and lies prettily as Kai fucks him the way he wants. As hard as he can. His thrusts brutal and punishing. Barely giving him a moment to breathe in between as he assaults him repeatedly. Tyson's tears and spit wet the pillows. His fingers and nails claw up the sheets once Kai lets go of his hands. His ass blooms red, Kai's handprints all over them, his hips bear bruises, his thighs flaunt red marks from the grip of Kai's fingers.
His dick leaks precum on the bare mattress and sheets, Kai gathers his ass in his hands and grips so hard Tyson feels it for days afterwards. He bruises his walls. Fucking him so mercilessly Tyson feels him in his gut. He comes twice in the process, his face in the pillows, his thighs quivering without pause.
Kai takes him for hours. Using him the way he's wanted to for so long. Till he's weak and spent and can't muster up two words after. Fucked broken and open, ruined him for everyone else. He falls in a heap at the end and doesn't move. His muscles jelly, his hole loose and dripping with cum and lube, his lips a bitten mess, and his fingers and toes numb.
Kai sees plain white a couple times, unloading thick ropes of cum into Tyson's ass. He hasn't had proper sex in months and he uses up all of that energy on Tyson. The silence after it seems wrong, but Tyson's already drifting away, curling up into a tiny ball, unmindful of the mess all over him, around him, and inside of him. He lies spent, exhausted, sleeping with his mouth open in a small 'o'.
Kai feels his heart ache looking at him. His limbs are shaky and he takes longer than usual to clean both him and Tyson up. Somewhere along the way he recalls that he'd said some stupid shit earlier but he files that away for tomorrow. If he wakes up tomorrow that was. The way he's fucked he's ready to drop into that bed next to Tyson and sleep for an eternity.
A/N: *Laughs hysterically* Yes I did. And I will fill an entire chapter with smut only. Hihihihihihihihihi I hope you enjoyed though. I hope you liked it. I CERTAINLY did-
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