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“Yeah. Fuck, come on,” he urged, but a moment later the finger disappeared.
Kaiyo didn’t have time to protest. He was travelling through the air, free of his own volition. Kaiyo bit at Ahmik’s shoulder in punishment, lapped at it in reward, kissed his neck and jaw and blinded him with a press of his lips.
Stairs, hallways, a door. They were in Ahmik’s bedroom, but Kaiyo was deaf to its greeting, all his senses turned only to Ahmik.
Kaiyo expected to be put down on the bed. Instead, Ahmik went straight to his bedside table, rummaging through the drawer while he held Kaiyo up with nothing more than an arm under his ass.
“Fucking werewolf strength,” Kaiyo grinned into Ahmik’s skin.
“You’ve seen nothing yet.”
Kaiyo had travelled through countless packs. Had seen a million uses of strength for a million different reasons. And still, he believed Ahmik’s words.
The next time fingers pressed against Kaiyo’s hole, they were wet with lube. Kaiyo pulled at Ahmik’s hair as they kissed, open-mouthed and sloppy and desperate. He let his moan be fed into Ahmik’s lips as a finger was pushed into him. But it wasn’t enough.
“More,” Kaiyo ordered, yanking slightly at Ahmik’s hair when he took too long to obey.
Ahmik didn’t need more prompting. He pushed two fingers inside, giving Kaiyo only a moment to adjust before he started pumping them. Kaiyo felt precum dribble out of his own cock where it was pressed against Ahmik’s body. Kaiyo brushed his lips against Ahmik ear, feeling him shudder in response.
“Come on, Ahmik. Come on.”
Ahmik’s fingers scissored inside him. Kaiyo could feel the stretch of his outer ring, the slight ache inside, and then Ahmik’s fingers were moving, his wrist twisting, and Ahmik found that perfect place, rubbing against it. Kaiyo had a sudden memory of how much Ahmik had loved making him come with nothing but his fingers, milking his prostate until Kaiyo was coming desperately onto the sheets.
“Fuck. Come on, Ahmik, comeon.”
“Just one more.” Ahmik pressed the pad of a third finger against his hole, but Kaiyo shook his head.
“No. I want to feel you. I want you to fuck me, Ahmik.” Kaiyo pressed his lips to Ahmik’s temple. “Fuck me,” he said, like a kiss against skin.
Ahmik hitched Kaiyo up a little further. His arms were a steel band around Kaiyo for a moment as he slicked and lined himself up, no need for condoms with a werewolf’s constitution.
A moment of stillness. Then, a press. That first, delicious stretch of his hole around the head of Ahmik’s cock. The slow, aching slide in. The fullness. More, more, until Ahmik was all the way in.
Kaiyo closed his eyes. He pressed his forehead against the side of Ahmik’s head. His soft, fragrant hair. His skin. His warmth. He could feel the length and thickness of Ahmik’s cock stretching him open. Kaiyo breathed and felt and forgot about everything else in the force of that one moment.
When Ahmik started moving him it was to set a pace of deep, slow strokes that had Kaiyo panting almost at once. They didn’t even take the time to lean against a wall. It was just Ahmik and his werewolf strength, lifting and dropping Kaiyo on his cock. Kaiyo could see the bulging strain of Ahmik’s biceps as he blinked blearily to the side before turning to bury his face in Ahmik’s neck.
Kaiyo was completely overwhelmed. The pace picked up, Ahmik’s cock pressing ruthlessly against Kaiyo’s prostate, Kaiyo’s cock rubbing against the hard plane of Ahmik’s chest and abs. He clung helplessly to Ahmik. When Ahmik sought out his mouth, Kaiyo’s already-parted lips met his eagerly.
Everything inside Kaiyo was rising. It was the force of his Ousía expanding, becoming wild and joyful. He could feel his bond with the earth sing. Could feel Ahmik’s Ousía pressed near, bright and welcoming and his, for a moment.
“Kaiyo,” Ahmik moaned, pressing his lips to Kaiyo’s neck as Kaiyo did the same to him. They buried into each other, their bodies familiar and unfamiliar, their Ousía known and unknown.
It was a ring of light brightening, expanding until Kaiyo’s orgasm pulsed through him, a rattling of bones and flesh and then further beyond. It was a whitening of mind and body. He moaned into Ahmik’s neck, his ass clenching around Ahmik, pulling a guttural, broken sound from him.
“Please,” Ahmik said, as if he didn’t already have everything Kaiyo could possibly have to offer. His body and Ousía and—
Kaiyo trembled as he felt Ahmik come inside him. Somehow, he was sure that if he could see Ahmik’s eyes, they would be translucent and gold in a half-moon shift.
They shook together for a moment. Breathed, trembled. With a shudder, Ahmik stumbled to the bed, collapsing their intertwined bodies over the sheets. Ahmik was careful not to crush Kaiyo, but he wrapped around him, sweaty and covered in Kaiyo’s come. Kaiyo didn’t care. He felt sore and sated. He knew this bed.
Kaiyo closed his eyes. A distant part of him could feel reality encroaching. Knew what they had done could not exist in a vacuum, and that its consequences would make the things Kaiyo was fighting against that much harder to battle.
But for now, Kaiyo closed his eyes and let himself be warm and safe.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The consequences hadn’t taken long to catch up to Kaiyo. With his cooling body and calming breath had come the full realization of what he had done.
