Do You Feel The Things I Do?

Tyson wakes to the feel of someone's fingers gently ghosting over his hip, a whisper of hot breath against his ear. He recognizes Kai by his scent, the softness of his touch. He stretches in response, moving his lower body closer to his. His toes touch Kai's warm shin as the latter's fingers descend down his pelvis, fluttering down to stop just above his cock. A shift of his hips closer to Kai and he feels his hard length, lightly brushing his ass. Tyson gasps at the feel of it, a shiver running up his spine at the thought of having it inside of him. He reaches behind his head, grasping blindly for Kai who drops a kiss on the crook of his neck. Tyson moans, craving more of his touch. It feels so good. Kai feels so good.

He twists his torso till he manages to fit his mouth against Kai's soft lips. He whines then, marveling at the pleasure it brings. The thirst it quenches inside of him. Smothering the growing fire in the pit of his gut for a moment before it flares up again at the languid strokes of Kai's hand up and down his sensitive exposed stomach. His cock twitches. He gives a broken moan, wanting more. He sidles closer to Kai, so his erection presses more against him. Kai's hand roams around his body, his hip, his waist, his stomach, his chest and nipples as he explores his mouth with his tongue. Tyson tugs at his hair, squirming on the sheets, quietly begging for more.

He's impatient. He's run out of it all of a sudden. Something snapped in him last night and he can't figure out when it was but it's like he's been keeping all of his desires pent up in a bottle and now it's exploded. The top blown off. Everything's rushing out all at once. He can't have enough of Kai. He wants to feel him everywhere. He wants Kai to rip him apart.

He nips softly at his lower lip, trying to show his impatience in every non-verbal way possible because he's attempting to hold onto the last shreds of his dignity. Kai's hand smooths along his thigh, slipping around it, touching the inside of it, making his hips jerk. Tyson nearly sobs, words of plea at the tip of his tongue.

Kai wraps his hand around his cock then. At the base of it and Tyson dissolves into the bed, his mind going blank. He hums in pleasure and gratitude, hiking his knee up over Kai's leg and scooting nearer so he can grind against him. Kai grinds back, a soft groan ripped out of him. Finally, he seems to have been holding back. He gives in, rubbing up hungrily against Tyson who gasps when he realizes that Kai was waiting for him to fully wake up.

He opens his eyes, and their gazes meet and he can see the same desperation that he feels in Kai's eyes. "Take me" says Tyson. "Just take me."

And end this suffering. He's been holding back for too long. They've both been. They're going to have to be joined at the hip for months to make up for how long they've been abstaining.

It's like there's an unending pit of need in him for Kai's cock that couldn't be quenched for the foreseeable future.

Kai almost does it. Listens to him and fucks him dry, even lines his cock with his entrance and ruts needily against it, but he snaps out of it at the last moment and reaches for the drawers. He comes back before Tyson loses his patience and kisses him as an apology for making him wait.

The lube is cold and he takes a sharp breath at the shock of it against his heated skin, but Kai doesn't let it sit. He rubs it against his rim and into him immediately, coaxing a pleasured groan out of him. He thrusts a couple times with two of his fingers that had slipped in surprisingly easily, and they satisfy him only to a small amount. He knows how Kai feels and he can't wait to have him inside of him again.

Kai must have been thinking the same thing because he places a kiss on Tyson's mouth and retracts his fingers, only to quickly replace them with his dick. They both lose their minds at the same time. Tyson latches onto Kai's hair, blindly searching for his lips to kiss him, his eyes closing on their own accord.

Tyson whimpers against Kai's neck helplessly as he sinks further inside of him. He opens his legs wider, thighs spread over Kai's legs. He starts fucking into him without giving him much time to adjust and Tyson loves it. He digs his nails into Kai's skin, mumbles nonsense against his neck as he stretches him out. He presses kisses there, at the junction between his neck and collarbones where his sweat is collecting. He tastes salt but he smells like expensive musk.

Kai grabs Tyson and lifts him on top of him, makes him lay with his back on his chest as he fucks him. His hot breath is on Tyson's neck and the new angle drives him insane. He can feel him poking against his belly. He's so deep inside of him he feels like a part of him. His thoughts have turned to mush. There's nothing but a pleasant hum in his brain. He's hitting all the right spots.

Giving him everything he wants.

He wants his lips kissed? He gets kissed red. He wants his thighs grabbed? He's already holding him, his grip tight and demanding. They keep him wide open. He moans in satisfaction and Kai gives him kisses on his head. He doesn't want it to stop. He never wants this to stop.

He can't imagine not being fucked by Kai all the time. Good God, what has he been doing all this time? He's been a fucking idiot.

Kai's cock tugs at his walls as he pulls out of him between thrusts. Hits the special spot in him when he plunges back in. Somewhere close to his belly, a special place tucked deep inside of him, that Kai touches to turn him into a puddle every time. He starts saying his name at some point, repeating it over and over again like a chant to soothe himself.

Kai's fingers brush his lips briefly. Tyson tilts his face toward them, curious. Kai brushes his lips again, more firmly this time like he's asking for something and Tyson opens his mouth, inviting him in. He pushes his fingers in and Tyson takes them readily, swirling his tongue around them. He fucks him with them. His mouth. Matching the pace of his cock. Tyson gags a couple times when he plunges too far in. Touches his throat.

He tries to grab his own dick but Kai swats his hand away and does it for him. Strokes him right. Tyson starts whimpering around the fingers in his mouth. Tears spring from his eyes. He feels overwhelmed. Stuffed to the brim and pleasured in every way.

He comes over Kai's fingers, trembling and shaking, Kai even presses a couple fingers in him, alongside his dick, stretching him further as he comes, it sends him spiraling over the edge. He's lost in ecstasy for what seems like ages before he comes down but Kai's coming then, filling him up with hot cum. He feels it everywhere. Senses it pooling inside of him like lava and then spilling out. He involuntarily clenches around him, wanting to hold all of it inside for some reason. Doesn't want it going anywhere but into him.

Kai wraps a hand around his neck gently then, giving him a light squeeze. Tyson feels electrocuted. His spasms around Kai. Kai bites into his earlobe and moans low in his throat as he rides the high down.

Tyson doesn't want him to pull out. Doesn't want them to separate. He holds onto Kai and hopes he'll keep holding him, choking him. But it does end eventually. Kai's grip on his thigh loosens. He pulls out. Tyson feels like he's having something of his taken away.

He wants to protest. It feels wrong. It feels so wrong.

He wants to stop Kai. Tell him to stay with him. And he does. But not in the way he wants him to. He lays him back down on the bed gently, rolls onto his elbows and kisses him softly, sweetly.

He gives a light satisfied hum and pulls away to look at him with soft eyes. Then his expression grows concerned.

"What's wrong?" he moves the whisp of hair that had fallen over Tyson's left eye.

"Nothing" says Tyson, whispering because he doesn't trust his voice to not crack.

Kai's brows furrow.

"I…" Tyson tries to explain himself because he doesn't want Kai to worry but it's hard. "I feel wrong."

"What do you mean?" Kai looks like he's going to fight. Tyson wonders who. Himself?

"I wanted you to stay," he says in a small voice. "I want you to stay."

His confusion seems to grow. "You want me to…?"

Tyson struggles to express himself for another five minutes before he finally blurts out. "You pulled out too fast."

"Oh!" Kai looks surprised and relieved at once. And then worried. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. You weren't ready?"

"No" he whines and he feels tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. He feels wrong. He feels wronged.

"I'm sorry"

"Stay till I'm ready next time."

"Al- alright. I'll stay as long as you want." He's tripping over his words. Tyson's never seen Kai tripping over his words. And is he blushing? Or maybe he's just more expressive after sex. Softer somehow.

Tyson had crossed his arms defensively over his chest. He hadn't realized. He unfurls them slowly and nods, forgiving him. "It's ok. I'm ok."

Kai still looks guilty. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay" Tyson pats his hair softly, hoping to comfort him because his eyes are all big and they're rarely ever big. They're always narrow. Plotting someone's demise 24/7.

Kai leans forward for a kiss and Tyson brings their lips together. It's all soft and warm and sweet for a moment, then Tyson bursts out laughing, finding the situation funny all of a sudden. Kai doesn't get it.

He doesn't share the moment with him, staring at him slightly puzzled, and that makes Tyson laugh harder.

"I'm sorry" he apologizes when he sees Kai's confusion growing. "I'm sorry for laughing. I love you." He pets Kai's hair and his expression clears as Tyson pulls him back into his arms. Holding him as tight as possible despite how broad his back is. Kai kisses the skin under his ear, and Tyson feels content. They stay like that for a while until Kai clears his throat uncomfortably and moves, raising himself off of him.

"What?" asks Tyson, not wanting to let go. Wanting to cuddle some more.

Kai looks down briefly before he meets Tyson's eyes with a veiled glint in his own. "If I don't get up now I'll have to fuck you again," he says, voice low.

Tyson's breath hitches. His body responding to those words immediately. He wants it. He wants him to do just that. He parts his lips to protest, like an addict craving for a fix. Why not? But Kai stops him with a slight shake of his head.

It hurts him, a sting going through his chest. He feels rejected.

Kai leans down to drop a kiss on his cheek, says in a soft voice, "It's six already. Let's go home."

And Tyson exhales in relief realizing that he's not the problem. They just don't have time. What's wrong with him? Why is he acting this way? He berates himself. He needs to get it together.


Kai pulls his hand on top of the gear shift and uses it to move it. His hand covering Tyson's. It puts a small happy smile on his face, adding to the low but constant purr of content between his ribs.

"We can go for a date if you want," says Kai, rubbing a smooth circle on the back of his palm. "After you're done studying and I've taken care of…," he exhales lightly through his teeth, "the thing that needs to be taken care of."

Tyson tucks his other hand between his own thighs, squeezing them together for a second. He feels aroused even though Kai's barely touching him. It's just small circles, he tells himself. "Yeah, sure" he says giddily. Excited at the prospect of a proper date.

"We could go to the…There's this place in the city. A restaurant on top of a roof. The view is amazing."

Tyson grins, hearing the light note of nervousness in Kai's voice. "Sure," he answers. "Yeah." Thighs still pressed together and muscles tense. Kai smooths his hand up Tyson's wrist all of a sudden, making him freeze. It wipes the smile right off his face.

Tyson gulps, waits to see if he'll do something else, but he just settles his hand back on Tyson's gently. Holding it over the gear shift like before.

He relaxes after a minute. Taking a breath and letting it go.

Kai's fingers cover Tyson's so easily he can reach over him and drum them on the other side of the gear shift. Tyson starts biting his nails after a while because he wants to kiss him. Being in a car with him. So close yet so far. It's driving him crazy so he nibbles on his thumb, keeping his mouth busy lest he jump over and bite Kai or something.

"Do you know Prof Giu designed that building?" asks Kai, pointing towards a particularly pretty-looking skyscraper.

"Prof Giu from our university?" Tyson looks over in surprise.

"Yeah" He nods.

"Wow"

"He's amazing."

"Ah" Tyson takes notes in his head. That's two things Kai finds 'amazing' now. He realizes that he'd like to hear Kai appreciate things more. "Can I take you on a date?"

Kai turns to look at him and cocks an eyebrow.

"I mean me taking you to a place I pick," he rushes to explain. "May be tomorrow or the coming weekend."

A small smile tugs at Kai's lips. "Sure"

Tyson lets go of the breath he was holding, grinning. "Great"


Tala is waiting outside the house as the car pulls up and Tyson's heart sinks when he sees the look on his face. Something's wrong.

Kai pulls his hand away from Tyson's and switches off the engine, unlocking the doors. Tyson fumbles with the handle for a moment and Kai reaches almost instinctively, opening it for him.

"Thank you," he breathes.

"Don't" says Kai before stepping out.

"Enjoyed your honeymoon?" asks Tala the moment Tyson's foot hits the pavement. "People are dying."

Tyson's heart stops, recalling Kai's mood the night before. Right before they kissed and forgot about the world around them. "What?"

Bryan bounds down the front steps then. "Brother" he greets Kai. Sergei follows close behind him. Tyson's still on the other side of the car as the boys kind of huddle around Kai and speak in hushed tones. Tyson sees Kai's mood go from content but serious to completely grim. He excuses himself from the others for a moment to help Tyson with their bags.

They carry them into the house and it's only when Tyson's alone with Kai in the bedroom that he reaches out and touches his sleeve. Gingerly.

"What happened?" he asks softly. He's not even looking him in the eye. Body half turned away from him already. He wants to go.

"I have to go, Tyson," clearing his throat, furrowing his brows slightly. He still doesn't look at him. "There's something I have to do and it can't wait. I'm sorry," he finally meets his gaze. "I'm sorry I can't tutor you."

"That's alright. Don't worry about it," Tyson steps close, eager to comfort him. "I can- I can study by himself."

Kai swallows guiltily, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. "I'll see you later," he says, looking away again. He is so distant. Tyson's fingers fall away from his sleeve. He's there for a second longer and then he's gone.

Tyson runs a distressed hand through his hair once he's alone. He has no idea what's going on and it's killing him. Kai did say he would talk to him. Tyson's willing to wait but it's not easy. At all. He grabs his book bag and leaves the house shortly after the other guys have left, to go study somewhere with a little bit of fresh air.


He spends the day in a coffee shop trying to stuff at least the important topics into his brain. He keeps worrying about Kai every ten minutes however. His friends are either writing exams or busy with last minute cramming. The last minute crammers are also not the ones he can't hang with during exam season because they're fucking loud and distracting. Tyson likes more silent study partners even though he himself can be loud sometimes.

He drinks like four cups of coffee by the time evening rolls around. He's got an idea of the contents to appear on tomorrow's final and the sun is setting so he decides to revise from home. And by home he means Kai. Wherever he is.

He's trudging up the driveway to the Blitzkrieg house when he spots his boyfriend sitting on the front steps smoking. The image causes worry to bubble up his chest immediately. A litany of 'why's popping up and circling his head.

"Hi" he greets as he gets closer to him. Kai's gaze flies up and settles on him. They're dark, filled with silent words. Tyson holds his breath for a moment and he has to tell himself to let it go. "How was today?" he asks, lightly skipping up to the steps, forcing a smile on his face, trying to lighten up the mood.

Kai's mood seems terrible.

"Ass" he says, dropping the cigarette from his hand and crushing it on the ground with his foot and reaching for Tyson, almost as if he's replacing it with him.

The smile on Tyson's lips is real now, hearing Kai's voice automatically making him happy. His touch at his hip making endorphins flow in his veins.

He nervously flexes his hand around the strap of his book bag. "I'm here now" he says, half-joking, half-serious.

"Mmm" Kai swipes a thumb over his hipbone and pulls him down, to take a seat on his lap. Tyson blushes as his arm goes around his waist to hold him close.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Tyson asks lightly, picking at a loose thread on his jeans before looking up to see Kai's expression. It's like a dark cloud's over him. Vibes all wrong. His skin is cool. His hair is slightly slick with sweat. "You've been in a...certain mood since last night. Evening to be exact. What was that call about?"

Kai's silent for a beat before he tugs on the same strand of jeans Tyson had been tugging on and says, "We don't have to talk about this. It's not important."

Tyson stiffens, not liking how he's being shut out. "They know," he blurts out, slightly mad.

"Who?" asks Kai, meeting his eyes.

"Your brothers," he says, challenging him.

"Well-"

"Well what?"

Kai looks away from him, to his lap, to the gate. Towards the sky. The orange-pink horizon. "You're not a part of it. I don't want to make you a part of it."

Tyson feels his chest sink. The fight almost leaving him entirely. He wants to argue but he has nothing to argue with. All he manages up come up with is, "I want to help you." And that's all he wants. Really. To stand by his side. Be a partner.

Kai nods, looking at his lap, at Tyson's knees. The rip in his jeans. "I know" he whispers.

"Let me help," says Tyson, but he feels powerless. He feels small. Like a child whining to be a part of something he'll never be.

Kai closes his hand over Tyson's knee, over his exposed skin and turns his chin to regard him with a soft expression. "Of course" he says. "Of course you can."

Tyson swallows. Hopeful, eager, confused. Kai leans in. Tyson closes his eyes as he presses his lips against his. Gentle at first. The pressure on his lips soothing before he tilts his head a little and closes his mouth firmer around his own. Tyson smooths his hand over Kai's shoulder, feeling heat settle in his abdomen.

He kisses him softly, little nips and presses, coaxing him to open his mouth. When Tyson parts his lips, he slides in eagerly, teasing his tongue with his own.

Tyson touches Kai's hair, grabs a fistful and tugs at it, out of pleasure first, then because he wants him to stop. "We're outside," he says breathlessly when Kai pulls away, righting his shirt. Kai had hiked it up on one side to feel his waist while they were kissing. Kai looks unconvinced. "People can see."

"There's no one," he argues, gesturing towards the empty street before them.

"Aren't you throwing a party here tonight?"

"How...did you hear about that?"

"Through the grapevine. Thanks for not inviting me."

Kai straightens his spine. "It wasn't me. It was Yuriy. A spontaneous decision." He tugs Tyson's backpack off his shoulder. "You should get off my lap too since..." he looks at him and throws his words right back at him, "people can see."

"Smart ass" He gets up anyway.

Kai follows, throws his backpack over one shoulder and climbs up the steps. "You can make yourself at home in my lap once we're inside, baby. No need to pout."

"As if" says Tyson, trying to defend himself against the pouting allegations.

"You mean to say your lower lip isn't slightly jutting out over your upper lip right now? And that if I turn around, I won't see your upset face?" he wonders at the doorstep with his back to Tyson before turning around.

"I am none of those things you're claiming that I am right now."

Kai presses his lips together, suppressing a smile. He's an asshole through and through. "I hate your face," says Tyson, before walking past him into the foyer.

He hears a quiet chuckle from behind his back as the door is closed and rolls his eyes. If he didn't love him..."Give me my backpack." Tyson spins on his heel and holds out his hands for it as Kai walks up to him with it.

"Why?"

"I want to revise. I was planning on revising with your help but since you're an ass...I'm going to do it alone."

"We can revise," he says, steering towards the bedroom.

"I don't want to do it with you anymore."

"You want to do 'it' and more with me, Tyson," he calls over his shoulder, opening the door. "Let's not lie."

"Your ego is bigger than the sun," Tyson mutters to himself as the realization hits. "Oh wow. This is all my fault."

"Get in here," Kai calls from his room. "Let's get this over with."

Tyson stalks over and stops at the doorway. "I should have never slept with you."

Kai's sitting on the bed, Tyson's bag resting open on the ground near his foot. "You're in love with my cock. Come on in."

Tyson lets out an undignified squawk. The audacity. He wants to punch him in the face. "Keep talking like that and you'll be eating my fist for dinner. I'll have you know, my violent urges toward you have not dwindled."

"Fantastic. I was planning to have your fist and you for dinner and desert." He picks out a book from his bag and opens it.

Tyson groans, willing the earth to swallow him whole. He walked right into that one.

"Tyson" He starts as he hears name being called sternly. "Time's ticking." Kai beckons him, eager to 'get it over with' as he said.

Tyson sighs and enters, closing the door behind him.


Kai has him pinned to the bed, lips working through a searing kiss. Books discarded on the side. They'd almost made it to the end. Almost. One more chapter left but this felt more important right now.

Couldn't be put off for another minute.

He's moving over him. Tyson's legs splayed under him. Grinding against each other fully clothed.

Tyson can hear himself making these sounds and he wants to be embarrassed but he's not at the moment. He will be later. He knows that. God what is wrong with him? He is so weak. But Kai is so fucking hot and so good at touching him.

He pulls away from his mouth to leave kisses down his throat and Tyson locks his legs around Kai. "How are you so good?" asks Tyson in a daze. "How are you so good at this?"

"Because I want to be," he says, voice wrecked, looking up at him. "For you."

Tyson lets out a helpless sound and grabs at him, gathering him back into his arms and against his lips. Kissing loud and sloppy, the walls of the room echoing with it. "I'm so jealous," he says in between breathless touches. "There were so many people. So many people before me."

Kai pauses, considering him silently for a moment. Then he says, recalling what Tyson had called him before, "I'm a whore."

"No, you're not," Tyson says immediately, even though a side of his mouth quirks up in a halted laugh.

"You said it yourself."

"Yeah" He splays his hands, tilts his head, thinks back to those days. "But I'm also an idiot."

Kai exhales through his nose, leaning down and kissing his lips softly. "No"

"I'll never be the one, will I?" The words come out of him like that, spilling out of him all of a sudden, having been lurking forever. Slipping out now, ugly, uninhibited, bitter. Kai's expression goes blank, unreadable, slightly serious, concerned. "I know" says Tyson, meeting his eyes. "I know that we're not forever and this will end when you go away at the end of the semester."

He wonders where the ugliness is suddenly spilling from. And why now. But his mouth keeps going. Keeps pointing out the stark truth he has been avoiding all this time.

"I hope London is good to you. It will be. You'll do great." Kai's silent as the night, listening to him talk about their future with a poker face. When he opens his mouth to say something, to argue, Tyson shakes his head. "Don't make vague promises, Kai. I won't...I won't try to hold you down with a long-distance relationship. I won't. I'm not going to do that to you. I know this is temporary. Always did." He feels his eyes filling up. Kai takes a deep breath and looks away.

"It just hurts is all." He wipes his tears. "It's college, Kai. We're not supposed to be finding our life partners in here. I'm...I'll be fine. Let's just enjoy this while it lasts."

He hears Kai sniff, bitterly. "You're a dick, you know that?" he says, looking back at Tyson.

"W...why-"

"You keep saying that you'll be okay like you're the only one getting hurt."

Tyson feels his lip curling. "It's not like you love me."

Kai's face shutters. He gets off of him.

Tyson pushes his tongue into his cheek and crosses his arms. "That's okay. I don't need you to be." His chest hurts. He is bitter and jealous as hell but he also wants to be level-headed. He's trying to keep it healthy. "I don't need you to be anything, Kai. Let's just have a fun fucking relationship for a few months and part at the end of the semester. We can still be friends when you come back, or don't."

Kai is silent for a while. Then he says, "That's not what you want."

Tyson opens his mouth, takes a breath and closes it. Tries again. "I want you. But I can only have you for a few months. This is all I can get." He stares hard at the ceiling, jaw clenched. "I'll take what I can get."

He hears Kai inhaling deep, then sighing just as heavily.

"No promises" Tyson blurts before he says anything. He rests his knees against the bed so he can look at Kai, pouting. "Just come and kiss me. Make me forget."

Kai hangs his head, considering whether or not to say something nasty before he gives up with a heavy exhale and climbs over Tyson.


Kai

He cups his face. Swipes his thumbs over his cheeks. There's fire in his veins. He wants to hurt things yet leans over him gently and pulls Tyson's head up with his hands braced around his face to meet him halfway.

"Don't make me do things I regret," he breaths against Tyson's lips, a low note of threat in his tone.

"Like what?" asks Tyson.

Kai's thumb runs over his lips, his soft chin. He's so fragile. So pliant under his touch. The last thing he should be doing is trying to hurt Kai.

He only shakes his head. Knowing that they both know what he was trying to do.

Tyson inhales sharply, indignantly. He pushes at Kai, throwing him off. He tries to scramble out of the bed as quickly as he can but Kai's quicker, grabs ahold of his waist and forces him back down, pinning his arms on the bed. "No" Tyson kicks, trying to escape his hold.

Kai has to work to pin him down. He's not easy to subdue. The fight or flight response in him making him more than just a flailing mess. There's skill. There's the years of kendo training rearing its head in his fight against Kai and makes Kai's cock strain harder against his jeans.

When he finally manages to hold him down, and brings their mouths together, Tyson's still struggling against him. He kisses him till he stops, till he gives up and melts under him, and starts kissing him back with fervour. He grinds his hips into his and it wrenches a moan out of him, head falling back against the pillows.

The sex is heated. Kai fucks him rough, putting him on his back so he can see his face. So he can look into his eyes. Take out the frustration like that. Fuck it out of both of them.

Tyson spurs him on, wanting it harder and harder then crying out in delirious pleasure when he can't pretend it's not hitting him right anymore. He curses at Kai. His fingers scramble desperately trying to grip the sheets for leverage and failing when Kai thrusts into him again.

"Oh" His hair is all messy and wet with sweat, hanging in front of his eyes. He's never looked so debauched and Kai drinks in the sight of him like that hungrily.

Part ways after the semester? So someone else could see Tyson like this? His golden skin slick with perspiration almost making it glow? His face flushed and lips cherry red and swollen? His sweet whimpers? His soft cries? For someone else? The thought makes Kai almost see red. Heady possessiveness taking over his senses.

He rails Tyson so hard into the mattress Tyson almost cums right there, involuntarily, untouched. Kai pulls out at the last second, making Tyson sob at the sudden loss.

Kai grips his neck, makes out with him, enters him again. He shudders at the breach. His whole body on the edge of an orgasm. Kai makes him breathe through it. Denies him for hours. He begs Kai. Little pleas for mercy.

"I can't- I can't anymore. I'm going to die."

"You're not going to die."

"Kai, please. Please." He's all breath. No real words.

"You're so sweet. You sound so sweet like that." Tyson looks hopeful for a second, beautiful glittering eyes peering up at him as he complements him. "I want to hear more of it."

"No," he laments before Kai spreads his legs further and pushes in at an angle that buries him deeper than before. Tyson's so loud. There are people outside. The party kicking off. Kai has to shut him up with kisses.

"What was that you were saying about parting at the end of the semester?" he asks in his ear.

"Huh?"

"You won't hold me down? You won't fight for me?"

Tyson looks confused. Like he can't piece his words together. Can't understand a single thing. "I don't-" he tries to speak but he's all hot and wet and hard.

So Kai makes it easier for him. Slides into him at the same moment he asks, "You won't fight for me?"

Tyson chokes on his cries.

"Don't need me? Who could fuck you like this, baby? Who?"

Tyson shivers. His chest heaves with laboured breaths. "I didn't mean it."

"You didn't?"

"No"

"You're taking it back?"

"Ah!" Tyson cries out loud as he thrusts in deep. Losing focus.

"Yes?" Kai prompts,

"Yes. Please I'm –" Kai pounds him till he's coming with a cry, painting both of their stomachs with his cum.

His hole is soaked with Kai's precum when he pulls out, gathers some of Tyson's by dragging his dick through the sticky mess on his belly and slides back in, sloppier, wetter.

His eyebrows are knitted together as he looks down to where they are joined together. His hole being rammed into, stretched out. He starts whimpering again. Soft cries of helplessness.

Kai pushes his thumb into Tyson's mouth, tells him to suck it. He does, ever so obedient and eager.

Kai makes him cum again before he chases his own pleasure. He's spent and his legs are jelly when he's done, a steady thrum of pleasure in his body.

Tyson passes out quickly after. No strength to even cuddle.


"It's not like you love me."

Tyson wakes up pissed. He goes to his final, does a good enough job to pass and returns to the dorm.

"What happened? How was your test?"

"Okay"

"Then why do you look like that?"

Tyson shakes his head. "I don't know. I don't want to see him."

"Who are we talking ab-" Max wonders. "Kai? Did you guys fight?"

Tyson drops the laundry bag he was sifting through and considers the question. "I don't know," he says slowly. "I don't know if we fought. I just don't want to see him."

Kai reaches out to Tyson later that day however. Asks him on a date. Tyson has half a mind to say no but he says yes.


He's twirling his fork in the salad.

"How was your exam?"

It's an expensive restaurant. Kai's in a nice shirt and slacks. Tyson's in a black sweatshirt and cargos.

"Okay"

Kai inhales. Stabs a piece of chicken with his fork. Chews it.

Tyson shakes the hair out of his eye and tries to spell his name with the beans.

"Why did you leave without saying goodbye?"

Tyson shrugs.

"Why did you go back to the dorm after?"

Tyson sighs. "Why are you interrogating me?"

Kai sighs too. "I'm sorry-"

"I don't-" he cuts in. "No"

"What?"

"I don't want to hear it."

Kai exhales through his nose.

Tyson crosses his ankles under the chair and works on his beans.

"You don't want to talk-"

"No. I don't. I'd rather just sit in silence for thirty minutes and go back to your place and fuck."

He can feel Kai's piercing gaze on him. He ignores it. They spent the next fifteen minutes in silence. Tyson occasionally popping a bean or two in his mouth.

"You're not hungry?" Kai asks softly.

He doesn't answer.

When ten more minutes pass, Tyson tells him he can call for the bill. He wasn't going to finish what was on his plate.

He hangs back, arms crossed as Kai pays for their dinner.

Kai loops an arm around Tyson's waist as they climb down the steps of the restaurant. Tyson doesn't reject it, melting into his side instead with a quiet sigh.

Kai kisses him at the bottom of the steps, gentle and careful, opening his mouth with his own to taste him. Tyson pulls away and pouts.

"What?" asks Kai.

Tyson shrugs. "I feel weird."

Kai's brows furrow in concern, kind eyes searching his.

Tyson moves out of his hold and walks around him and hails a cab.

"What are you doing?"

"I want you to sit in the back with me tonight."

Kai doesn't protest. Just quietly signals for a valet to take care of his car.

He hails one of the cabs with partitions built into them. Turns around and takes Kai's hand with a soft "come on".

During the ride he says nothing, resting his head on Kai's shoulder and listening to his steady breathing. He slips his fingers into Kai's and intertwines them, admiring the way they fit together.

"Let's go somewhere else," he says all of a sudden, turning his head to Kai. Not wanting to go home yet. His face is close to Kai's as he makes his suggestions. "Like… a theatre. Let's go for a movie."


The movie theatre is dark and almost empty. Only a sprinkling of people here and there as they chose to watch a foreign movie with subtitles. Tyson holds Kai's hand and leans his head on his shoulder.

Halfway through the movie, Kai turns his head to whisper into Tyson's hair. "What's wrong? What's wrong, my baby?"

Tyson feels the corners of his mouth curl down at the tenderness in his words and voice, eyes filling up with quiet tears. He presses his face into Kai's shoulder so he can't see. Kai caresses his hair, his cheek.

Tyson pulls his face away only to tilt it up and toward Kai for a kiss, his hand descending down his chest to his abs to his belt.

Kai kisses him. Tyson squeezes him through the front of his slacks, making his breath catch and his heartbeat go wild. He's already half hard. Tyson rubs him through the fabric till he fully is and then takes him out, gives him a languid stroke, and leans to bring him into his mouth.

The taste of his precum is salty and thick on his tongue, the weight of him oddly satisfying. He likes that Kai's big. That he fills his mouth as well his ass. Loves that he can stretch out every hole of his. He tries to take him to the back of his throat and gags. He sits up, and looks around because that was loud. He apologizes to Kai. Kai looks wrecked as he accepts it. He's torn his own fingers through his hair. Irises blown.

Tyson loves it. Loves that he can wreck him like that.

He cums deliciously down his throat. Tyson slurps up all of it, feeling sated and satisfied he sits back. Kai thumbs a droplet that had caught on his chin and feeds it to him. Tyson nearly asks him to fuck him right there.

He does.

But not quite in there. They do it in the bathroom.

Needy and desperate. Crashing into stalls. He takes him against the dirty bathroom wall. Lifting him up in his arms. His head hits the hard tiles behind him a couple times but he barely notices it though Kai apologizes profusely.

They come out of the theatre content, in bliss. Tyson clings onto Kai's arm as they walk around the city. Kai tucks him into his coat and under his arm when he gets cold. Tyson hugging his slim waist.

They go inside shops and kiss in some of them. Kai makes Tyson laugh as they shop for miscellaneous items. They stop at a shelf of lube and Kai whispers dirty things into Tyson's ear as he drops a bunch of tubes of different flavours into the cart. "We need to try out all of these."

"Sure"

"Tonight" says Tyson, with a determined glint in his eye.

"Tonight?" Kai raises his eyebrows. "All of them?"

"What? You think you can't keep up?"

Kai gets a competitive gleam in his eye. "It's not me I'm worried about."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah"

"See if you can tire me out then, big guy."

"Did I not tire you out yesterday?"

"I was already exhausted then."

"And the night before?"

"Last two nights don't count."

"Why?"

"Because I was a newbie."

"Are you a pro now?"

"I learn fast," he boasts as he makes his way to the cashier.

"That you do."


Kai can slide in with barely any trouble into his tight, wet hole. Tyson clenches and unclenches as he adjusts to his length. He's on his fours. Spine arched. He can see his beautiful form trembling as he plunges in and out of him. Can see his dick slipping past the sweet pink ring of muscle as he thrusts. Disappearing into his golden ass.

Kai massages his sides, his hips, drags his hands down his ribs, his waist, his high ass. He caresses his thighs, spreads his cheeks apart wider so he can see him take him in better. He does it so well. He's so beautiful.

He's sucking on his own thumb, soft cheek mushed into the mattress having lost strength in his arms a while ago as he looks at Kai over his shoulder.

He fucks him slow. Deep. Long. Squeezes the next flavour of lube into him as the previous one starts to dry out. Tyson pushes back onto his cock. Hungry. Always hungry and eager for more cock.

Tyson wasn't just talking to talk. He doesn't tire easily this time. He rides Kai till the sun comes up. Sighing and breathing prettily in his lap. Bounces on his dick forever. Chest flushed. Cheeks pink. Soft skin glossy with a sheen of sweat. Looking into his eyes, open, vulnerable, breathing quiet, loving words to Kai as Kai sits on the bed with his legs crossed and Tyson sits on his cock and softly rides him till the sun is breaking over the horizon. Kai licks a strip along his collarbone right before he comes, swearing, moaning out Kai's name repeatedly.

Kai almost doesn't want to pull out of him. Wants to stay inside of Tyson forever. Never had a hole so sweet and loving and perfect around him before. Tyson kisses Kai when he comes. Palm on Kai's chest to feel his fluttering heartbeat. He holds Kai through it. Giggles and kisses him more when he's back on earth.

In the morning, Tyson wakes up before Kai and leaves the house early. On his way out however he bumps into Tala.

"Whoa whoa, where are we running off to so early?"


A/N: Hello! Hi! How are you? Hehe, long time no see! There might be an update again soon. I just wanted to get this one out early to show you that yes, I'm still alive.

Hope you liked it. See you soon. I hope. Byeeeee. Leave a comment. Take care of yourselves! Mwah!