Page 86 of All That Has Flown Beyond
Everything was heat and memory. Kaiyo couldn’t remember how to breathe. It was all just Ahmik’s hands on his wrists, Ahmik’s heat and that look in his eyes.
The want inside Kaiyo was so familiar. He had never battled against it before.
Kaiyo remembered the first time they had sex. He’d felt so safe. Taken care of.
At home.
“Someone’s coming,” Ahmik said, and Kaiyo was filled with the lemony taste of disappointment. Ahmik stayed where he was for a moment longer before letting go.
Softly, fatally, Kaiyo felt something inside him give.
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Kaiyo didn’t make a move to leave, even as the rest of the pack filtered out of the pack house, Lars following Amaya to spend the night at hers.
There was a buzzing under his skin that made the world around him dissolve at the edges. He felt unanchored. The sensation reminded him of being in bed and knowing he had to get up and get food, take a shower, make rational decisions, but being completely unable to. A disconnect between himself and his own will. He knew what he had to do, but there was a glass pane between Kaiyo and putting that knowledge into action.
Kaiyo wondered if this was what an addiction felt like. There was no rationalizing his desire. He knew it was a bad idea. But he still wanted it.
Kaiyo stepped out of the kitchen and moved towards the living room. He stopped at the threshold. Ahmik was standing listlessly by one of the couches but turned towards Kaiyo as he entered.
They looked at each other. The hive inside him began swarming, each fragment coalescing to make a whole.
Kaiyo walked towards Ahmik’s dark eyes and still form. His heart was silent and racing. There were no thoughts. An ancient magic had taken over his body.
Ahmik pulled Kaiyo closer the second he was within reach. There was a moment that was just heat and breath and then it was lips too. The kiss was transporting, painful. Kaiyo buried his hands in Ahmik’s hair, ruthless with the things they had already lost. Ahmik’s arms were thick, squeezing vines around Kaiyo, their roots digging into his skin, almost inextricable.
Kaiyo pressed Ahmik to the back of the couch as their mouths opened. The sudden heat and slide of their tongues was like a curse on Kaiyo’s head. It made everything disappear until there was only Ahmik left.
“Please,” Ahmik said, and, for a moment, Kaiyo didn’t know what else there was to give until he felt Ahmik’s hand clutching his charmed necklace.
Kaiyo pulled away slightly to rip the amulet over his head, throwing it aside carelessly. As soon as the enchantment broke, Ahmik made a desperate, cracked sound.
“God. Fuck, Jesus, God,” he panted, burying his nose in Kaiyo’s neck where his scent was thick and true.
Kaiyo arched his neck instinctively, and Ahmik made another broken sound, dragging his tongue against Kaiyo’s skin. A shudder went through Kaiyo at the primal, almost violent, desire of the move.
Kaiyo pulled at Ahmik’s shirt until it was off him, needing the warmth and contact of skin. The moment it was exposed, Kaiyo raked his nails down the hair of Ahmik’s chest. Ahmik nearly ripped the shirt from Kaiyo’s slimmer body, almost hairless compared to Ahmik’s.
Ahmik paused for a moment, taking in the tattoos covering Kaiyo’s chest, belly, and shoulders like they did his arms. He traced a scar running across his third, right rib from a Wendigo four years back. The topography and flora of Kaiyo’s body had changed since Ahmik had last touched it, and there was reverence in Ahmik’s hands now, an acknowledgment of time passed.
Kaiyo could only stand a moment of it. It was too much to take with the onslaught of emotions ransacking him.
Kaiyo’s hands fumbled with the button and zipper of Ahmik’s jeans, yanking them down along with his underwear. They only slid as far as Ahmik’s thick thighs before Kaiyo became distracted by Ahmik’s long, dark cock. He wrapped his hand around it loosely, tightening his fist as it slid up, squeezing the head as his palm slid across the slit.
“Fuck,” Ahmik grunted. Kaiyo felt him harden in his hand, setting a slow, tight pace as Ahmik panted desperately.
He was only allowed so much, however, before Ahmik’s hands were on him again, undoing Kaiyo’s jeans and pulling them down with enough force that they crumpled to the ground. Kaiyo stumbled as he tried to step out of them, and Ahmik caught him easily with one arm. His other hand pulled at his own jeans and underwear, leaving them like shed snakeskin on the ground as Ahmik and Kaiyo stuttered to the side together.
The slide of their bare skin forced a gasp from Kaiyo’s chest. Ahmik ran his hands down Kaiyo’s back, pressing against the dip at its base before grabbing Kaiyo’s ass in handfuls. Kaiyo pressed forwards eagerly, sliding a thigh between Ahmik’s legs, against his cock. Ahmik moaned and bit at Kaiyo’s ear before his mouth found Kaiyo’s again.
The kiss was slow and wet and dirty, matching the undulating movement of their bodies. Ahmik’s bottom lip was full and hanging like ripe fruit, and Kaiyo couldn’t help but bite at it, caving to the urge to devour, to consume until this became part of what Kaiyo was.
Suddenly, Kaiyo was hoisted into the air. His legs wrapped around Ahmik instinctively, the slide of his cock against Ahmik’s abs making him moan.
“Please,” Kaiyo said, and then one of Ahmik’s hands moved so it could stroke a dry finger against Kaiyo’s entrance.
Kaiyo felt his hole flutter as Ahmik pressed the tip of his finger inside.
