Page 61 of Xerxes Ascendant
Although Sir would ensure he would be taking it, regardless.
And it meant Akira didn’t have to worry about a thing, and could just let himself go. Let himself float on the clouds beckoning him, soar with the winds whispering through his hair, soak in the light of the burning, blazing stars above the city they called home.
“Sweetheart, you’re doing so well,” Kyle murmured. His voice and stroking hands seemed like they were everywhere at once, impossible to follow. Exquisite pain and joy sparked across every nerve, and Akira swayed, drunkenly delirious and unable to focus. Something soft collided with his face, and his arms felt both heavier and lighter all at once.
Had he fallen? He didn’t know.
“There’s no need to get up,” said Kyle. He sounded amused, but Akira didn’t have enough higher brain function to figure out why. “You can get yourself off from there. Yes, just like that.”
Pleasure built at the base of Akira’s spine once more. He latched onto the feeling, chasing friction and quickly growing light-headed.
As he’d confessed earlier that night, he hadn’t enjoyed release for several weeks now. His balls were achingly full, an unfamiliar pain that he’d welcomed for its constant reminder of what he’d done to lose Kyle – but it wasn’t helped by the years Akira had spent in the industry emptying them multiple times a night. Now he was inagony,and after the gruelling pain session Kyle had just put him through…
But he waited for permission like the good submissive he was.
“Oh Akira, you’re so close,” encouraged Sir, rubbing soft circles into his back. Akira wondered how he could be stroking his cock if both hands were occupied, but it was a vague thought without substance. “Come on, sweetheart, let yourself go.”
Anorder. He obeyed.
The flood of sensation had him crying out, calling for Sir and feeling the other man’s grip tighten as he held Akira through the endless waves of pleasurable relief.
It was the most intense climax he’d ever felt. Everything he’d gone through with the self-imposed abstinence, the heartbreak, Kyle’s kisses and the physical torment he’d just inflicted…the sheer emotion of it all culminated in a single point of purefeelingthat was overwhelming in its force and duration. Warmth gushed over his knees, far more than he was surely capable of producing, and he teetered on the edge of consciousness as it drained from his body with eager, unabating pulses.
“There you are,” Kyle crooned, stroking his hair. “I see you, sweetheart.”
Akira eventually came back to himself, head still swimming, to realise he was sobbing quietly against Kyle’s thigh and his face stained with tears. A sticky mess of cum coated his kneeling lower half, and stars, it really was all his. For Kyle was stilldressed and standing over him, one leather-clad shin tucked firmly between Akira’s legs and…
Oh. Akira was too far gone to blush, but he still felt the hot glow of mild humiliation at the realisation that he’d been rutting against him like an animal in heat.
Kyle chucked softly. “Yes, sweetheart,” he murmured down at him, hooking a finger under Akira’s chin to force him to meet his heated, adoring gaze. “I didn’t even have to touch you to make you unravel: you’re such a desperate little slut that you came from rubbing your pretty cock all over Sir’s leg. You did good for me, pet.”
Akira whined at the words, pressing himself closer.
“And now look at you,” his Dom continued, brushing his thumb across Akira’s lips. “So docile and wrung out.”
Kyle began to pull his leg away. Akira clutched at it fearfully.
“Hey,” Kyle murmured. “You don’t think I’m done with you yet, do you?”
He frantically shook his head.
“No. So roll back over onto all fours and let Sir take his pleasure from that sweet, tight ass of yours.”
Akira’s exhausted yet willing body did as asked.
His skin and muscles had been set alight, his mind overwhelmed, but his hole was still empty and wanting...
No longer. Swiping his fingers through the slick mess coating Akira’s thighs, Kyle prepared his entrance with impatient efficiency. Confident fingers speared inside and then scissored apart to widen his entrance.
Akira writhed helplessly against the ruthless treatment, crying out meaningless noise. Sir shushed him with gentle murmurs that were in stark contrast to what he was doing with his hands, but that was what he loved about Kyle: his infinite capacity for care and generosity, while also being able to bestowon Akira the cruelty he craved. Knowing exactly how much to give and how much to take.
“That’s good, pet. Stay like that.”
Sir, seemingly having finished wrenching him apart, withdrew his fingers. Akira let out a little mewl to convey his need, unable to muster the energy to properly beg.
But it seemed that his Dominant was as ready for this as he was, for he didn’t demand anything of Akira but for his presented ass, sliding home with a deeply satisfied groan that resonated through them both.
Stars, he feltfull. Even Sir’s vicious, brief prep hadn’t truly readied him for the width of his cock, and the exquisite, special joy of having him back inside him after thinking he’d lost Kyle forever...
