Page 105 of Xerxes Ascendant
Akira considered the man before him. If he couldn’t hold Kyle down with his hands because the nasty, unfair Dominant had chained them up, then he’d have to find another way to give them what they both wanted.
Akira wasn’t above playing dirty.
He dipped his chin and headbutted Kyle sharply in the chest. His boyfriend startled, yet when he didn’t retaliate, Akira did it again.
Kyle grabbed him violently by the hair.
“Behave,pet.”
Ignoring the chastisement, Akira jerked backwards, using Kyle’s tight hold onhimto drag the blonde closer to the edge of the table. Pain raked his scalp, causing blackness to threaten the corners of his vision, but without giving Kyle even a moment to recover, Akira pulled the chains taut and clutched at him with straining fingers.
It was just enough to hold the cocktease in place and seat himself against his inviting entrance, gifting him shallow, keen thrusts that made Kyle’s breath hitch.
“More,” Sir demanded. He reached out to undo something behind him, and while Akira’s wrists were still wrapped in the soft leather cuffs, the chain those cuffs were attached to slithered free by a few extra centimetres. The additional length allowed Akira to properly put his hands on his manat long last, and he seized Kyle by the hips to drag him ruthlessly onto his cock.
Kyle gasped, his hands flying up to clutch at Akira’s arms and his thighs locking securely around his hips. Akira savoured the feeling of his boyfriend stretching around him, and the greedy tightness of the lube-slick muscles that grasped his length.
He set a brutal, unceasing rhythm, giving them both what they needed.
The noises Kyle was making by way of breathless pants and soft moans went straight to Akira’s dick and encouraged him to thrust harder and faster...coaxing even more beautiful sounds from Kyle’s mouth and creating an unstoppable, endless cycle of pleasure.
“Oh,fuck.”
Kyle’s head dropped back, his eyes closing, but his grip on Akira’s shoulders didn’t lessen. He held him as tightly as he ever had. His Dom would push him to the very edge, but he’d always be there to catch him.
And the blunt fingernails that clawed into his skin spurred Akira on further, the pain making everything brighter and more intense.
He put both palms to Kyle’s chest and shoved him down hard onto his back, chasing the surprise on his face as blue eyes flashed open with startled delight. Akira followed him up onto the table, planting his knees between Kyle’s thick, muscled thighs and ploughing deep. He revelled in watching his lover lose control, in mounting him and making him feel every punishing thrust of care and affection and love.
Tight, hot pressure built in his core.
“You shouldn’t have released me,” Akira murmured warningly, dipping his head to mouth at Kyle’s nipples – and then following his lips with teeth, for Sir had been very mean with his tormenting earlier and deserved some in return. Kyle writhed beneath him and he let out a low cry. “Now I can do all sorts of terrible things to you.”
“Just as I wanted,” Kyle whispered back, and it wasn’t bluster or an attempt to regain the upper hand. Akira could feel the truth of the words in every strain of Kyle’s body beneath him, every soft moan and tightening of his fingers around Akira’s elbows. “Fuck me deep, pet.”
That was an order he was only too happy to oblige.
“Yes, Sir.”
Skin slippery with sweat, blonde hair in disarray, words barely able to form as croaked syllables from his lips. Kyle had never looked more perfect.
And Akira himself was in no better state. The aches delivered by Sir with the belt a few nights ago had re-emerged with avengeance, his beaten body protesting the current exertion even as it enjoyed the reminder, and the metal table dug cruelly into his knees.
Stars, it was everything. He could stay like this forever.
But because it wasKyle, the man he loved and was loved by in turn – holy fuck, he really was that lucky – Akira didn’t stand a chance of staving off his impending climax. He felt himself building past the point of no return and could do nothing but hiss out an urgent warning.
“I’m going to...”
The way Kyle growled and tugged him even closer, clawing at Akira as if determined to make them one entity, meant he didn’t even get a chance to finish his sentence before he finished in a whole other way.
Akira came deep inside his man, the orgasm seeming to last a glorious eternity. If pleasure could be viewed in colour then it was the crimson red of pain, and dangerous exhilaration, and the stupid little love hearts Kyle had doodled all over his work diary. Or a vivid, cerulean blue like the eyes he was lost in now, their pupils blown wide in lust and joy.
And love.
Akira came back to himself several seconds later, panting and shuddering. He was kneeling over Kyle and still buried deep inside him, the blonde’s thighs spread wide and eager.
Finding the chain now had enough slack to let him reach between Kyle’s legs, he wrapped his fist around the straining hardness between them.
