Page 62 of Xerxes Ascendant
“Akira!” Kyle cried, sounding equally wrecked. Burning muscles strained even further and they both moaned. “Fucking hell, you’re so perfect.”
The next thrust scraped Kyle’s Prince Albert piercing across Akira’s prostate and his own dick made a valiant attempt to perk back up beneath him. Oh, that beautiful fucking piercing. Stars knew how many fantasies Akira had had about the thing: on his tongue, inside him, dragged across every inch of his skin. It was an altar he’d gladly worship at forever, and right now it was doing wonders on nerves already wound and stretched to breaking.
“I can’t hold on,” Kyle admitted breathlessly, clutching at Akira even tighter. “Just seeing you take it all, hearing you...feeling you... Fuck. Akira!”
Kyle’s hips jerked and he came with a shout, yanking so hard on Akira’s hair that his scalp laced with pain to match the remainder of his broken, burning body. And miraculously, Akira’s own cock rallied to join him, letting out a feeble amountof cum that barely trickled down his length but had Akira crying out alongside his Dominant with the last of his breath.
Total, mind-blowing bliss engulfed him in a final wave of sensation, his limbs folding beneath him to send him slumping to the floor in a sobbing, boneless mess.
Stars formed and died in the time it took his mind to return to him.
Kyle’s breathing eventually slowed and shallowed. He hummed out his pleasure, easing out with a gentle care he hadn’t shown earlier, and curled a broad arm around Akira’s trembling form.
“You did so wonderfully.” Kisses punctuated each word, trailed over Akira’s hunched shoulders and up the back of his neck. “How are you feeling?”
How was Akira feeling? Hewasn’t. Not now it was over.
“Fine,” he said.
Kyle stilled above him. “I need more than that, sweetheart.”
“I’mfine.” The words came out harsher than Akira had intended, but something hard was pressing on his chest with an invisible force and making everything hurt inside. He was dirty and aching but he didn’t want to move from the foetal position he found himself in because everything else felt so dull. So…unimportant and lifeless.
So why was Sir trying so insistently to uncurl him?
Akira shook him off. “Stop it.”
“Akira?”
“I just want to stay here,” he explained, frustration turning it into a growl. Why the fuck did he have to justify himself? “Go do whatever you need.”
“Akira,” Kyle whispered again. “I’m not leaving you.”
For some reason, that made him cry. A sudden explosion of loud and angry tears that came from absolutelynowhere.
“I can’t...I don’t know...”
Then his body was overcome by uncontrollable shakes and tremors, and his teeth started chattering. Akira was not cold. The room was decently warmed, and their exertions had lathered him in both sweat and the hot, burning stripes of repeated impact.
He felt so fucking lost. Wrung out, exhausted, oddly empty – and not just physically.
Kyle petted him patiently, running his hands over him with steady reassurance. It was what Akira normally adored, would have had him preening into the gentle touches and beginning to relax, but this time it failed to invoke anything but...blankness.
More tears trailed from his eyes, unbidden. “I don’t know what’s wrong,” he whispered.
“There’s nothing wrong with you,” Kyle instantly assured him. “Do you trust me?”
Yes. In all this uncertainty and disorientation, that was something Akira was unwavering in. He trusted Kyle.
He had barely given his confirmatory nod when he felt himself being scooped up off the floor and cradled to Kyle’s chest.
His shirt was soft against Akira’s tear-stained cheek, and he realised that Kyle hadn’t even undressed for their play. Being exposed and used while his Sir remained fully clothed was something that usually sent a thrill through Akira, but now it was an observation without emotion. Why was he feeling like this? Or rather, not feeling anything at all?
“I pushed you hard, sweetheart,” Kyle murmured, pressing a kiss to his abused scalp as he carried Akira towards the bathroom and nudged open the door with his hip. “Give yourself the chance to recover.”
“I’m...”
“Experiencing sub drop, I expect,” confirmed Kyle, and the tangible explanation made everything shades better. It wassomething Akira had seen happen in his own submissives but never encountered himself. He hadn’t imagined it could be likethis.
